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The last thing Hermes remembered was blacking out. When he woke up? He was in a strange place - the clothing people were wearing was different… and the carriages? -Well- he assumed that’s what they were - he couldn’t even begin to describe them. Strange machines, was perhaps the best way to put it. Of course, even more baffling… was the buildings. Structures that seemed to be made mostly of glass. He couldn’t even see the top of the majority of them. It was all completely foreign to the messenger of the gods.

Confused, Hermes set out to find someone to ask for help. Many of the people, when he explained his situation, seemed to think he was insane - didn’t they know who they were talking to? Surely, they were playing tricks on him! They had to be!

Walking along the sidewalk, you sigh, checking the time - twelve o’clock. However, upon looking up from your phone… someone was walking backward, seemingly waiting for you to notice him. He had an… almost cocky smirk on his face, it seemed. And his clothing? This guy looked pretty out of place. This causes you to pause.

“…I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not interested in buying any-“

the stranger, seeming confused (and, perhaps offended), shakes his head. He speaks up, and you can most definitely hear an accent.

“I’m not here to sell anything- don’t you know who you’re talking to, darling?”