...if he says 'The Prison' it's not really going to be very reassuring. So he's not going to do that. Nor is he going to contradict her two blatant falsehoods.

:Do you know what's up with the weird spatially warping-ly empty sinkholes in: and he sends an impression of the city he came in, plus a sense of the direction and distance away from it.

:The disappearance point?? You're not from anywhere on the entire planet, I live in Gatesnest, I'd know! Where are you from? Can we go there??

:What's a disappearance point? It seems...very bad.: He sends this with an air of expectation, like he's expecting that someone ought to be on the task of fixing them.

:Maybe?: Well he can definitely take them there but like. Doing any more than a few would be so troublesome. Also the Prison has little to offer regular humans. Which...he actually doesn't know whether or not they're regular humans, yet. This world didn't feel like an Earth, when he stepped into it...he doesn't want to just ask whether or not they're human but maybe they're past the point where caring about rude question is totally irrelevant.

:Yes! They're very bad and we're all gonna die!:

...............okay that actually doesn't sound hyperbolic.

:My condolences: he transmits uselessly. :Do you know anyone who knows a lot about disappearance points? I might be able to contain them. Maybe. Actually, before that, are there any places to go to or books I can read to learn about Gatesnest's laws? And its areas of jurisdiction. I would really hate to inadvertently break your laws.:

:This is really not the time to be too worried about that if you might be able to contain the disappearance points! Even if you want to do some murders! We are ALL going to die! Go talk to the mages or something!:

It's really important to Lawrence that he knows what the laws are in a place even if he isn't going to follow them. Not that he's planning on murdering people. Also, now he knows murder is most likely illegal in Gatesnest! 

:Could you tell me where they might be located?: He also sends the wordless impression that she can send pictures and locations to him too.

:You go through the Ravensquarter gate over there and then take the one to Journeyman Square and then there's one to Chandler's and the mages have a sort of guild thing in Chandler's I think:

:Thank you!:

He records this information and. Deep breath. He closes his eyes and steps through the Ravensquarter gate. Then opens them. What does he see? If it's the interior of his Bevin then it means he died.

No, he sees what is presumably Ravensquarter. It's raining here.

It has been so long since he last experienced rain, wow. He didn't realize how much he missed it. Water falling from the sky! He will dance in the rain for a bit and let himself get soaked.

Okay, then he'll go somewhere unobtrusive, go to his Bevin, change, pick up an umbrella, and go back. Now to Chandler's! Is a mage guild in evidence.

If he can read the signs, and in particular if he can read around some angry vandalism, yes.

Sorta. He has some experience figuring out the meaning of books he doesn't know the language of that his Bevin fetched, but little experience in field linguistics. What he does have is Spatial Sense! He'll walk into a building which seems to have spatial fuckery occurring within it but still has people, since that seems like the properties a mage guild building would have.

Is he stopped from doing so? Is there a guard or a secretary in the presumable lobby?

No guard no secretary. It looks like it's meant for more people than are around at this time. A harried looking woman glances at him and decides he does not look like he's about to set fire to the building and continues on her way.

Okay great. He indeed doesn't want to set fire to the building! He doesn't even have the ability to! He doesn't want to bother her because she looks Busy, but he's going to wait a bit to see if there is anyone who comes by who is less Busy looking. Is there one?

Nope. The same woman comes back the other way a minute later with a folding chair, though, and this time she takes more notice of him. "...who are you?"

He sends her the same spiel he gave the woman from earlier, about telepathy and not having the language and being from far away!

:Is this the mage guild? I was told to go there to find people knowledgeable about disappearance points:

"What do you mean far away."

:A place you can't get to by traveling in any direction. Another dimension.:

"...I don't literally owe Cor money but I spiritually owe Cor money. Okay. How did you get here?"

Oh good, money exists here!...but maybe they stopped using money because she said she doesn't literally owe Cor money. What with how it seems like it's the apocalypse and everything.

:There are places where the boundaries between worlds becomes thin, and these are called bridges. People who have my kind of power, called Conduits, can traverse bridges. There's one at: and he sends the location of the place he dropped in at. :It connects to the dimension I spend the most time in.:

"Okay. How many people can get across?"

:Normally you can't traverse a bridge if you're not a Conduit, although you can still suss out where they are if you know what you're looking for, because they tend to be located at specific places and have physical effects you can spot.

I do possess a power, called Calling, that permits me to transport objects and people safely across but I have to do it one at a time. At maximum throughput and optimal logistics I could probably send across one person every 5 seconds. And it requires me to be present and active and I have to sleep.:

"Is it just you?"

:No.: He sends the sense that the situation is very complicated regarding other Conduits, which he assumes is what she's asking about, and that she basically ought to treat it as if the answer is yes. But that he wants to answer her question literally and truthfully.

And then, because he doesn't want to get off track, :Would you be willing to explain how the disappearing points work? Do you need rebuilding help? I might be able to contain them with my powers — this is why I came to this building.: