"One of the people in charge - what do they call themselves here? Magisters? - she said we were here to complete some purpose. Again, I feel like they'd benefit from less culty language. But if we do whatever the City brought us here to do, then we get sent home. Have you heard anything about that?"

Sorry, party or not, he's not about to pass up the opportunity to gather as much information as he can.

"You feel like what?" He's completely lost, "A 'meme'?"

He shakes his head, not following.

"What's my earth like," He echoes, finding the question overwhelming at best, "I guess... okay, it's not super different than this city. Uh, there are cities that kind of look like this. New York, LA, DC. The technology seems pretty similar."

He's going to leave out the viruses, bio organic weapons, and zombies for now.

"What about you?"