"A few days. Three I think." He mentally scolds himself for not keeping better track, but he'd been so alarmed and subsequently miserable that it hadn't been a top priority. Also without the series of alarms he'd set he wouldn't be able to determine day from night in this place anyway. It was all arbitrary. He'd set the time on his tablet to match what few others he'd talked to but who knew if that was remotely accurate. His day might start at the equivalent of 3 a.m. for all he knew.

"Speeding up all around you, but not affecting you directly seems like some sort of cursed spell aimed at you specifically. Though it might have been targeted at many, I don't often see people on the network sharing individual experiences when they happen." He winces as the skin on his back stretches, trying to focus on anything but that. "Maybe that's something we should change. Some bulk network post where anyone can mention odd things that have happened. Try and keep track, or form a schedule as strange things tend to happen on a cycle here."