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ORB - RD9, Mid-Morning.

[A new face, feminine, blue, and topped by, well, tentacles, appears in the Orb. She looks rather frustrated, and as she speaks, her voice carries a note of the same thing.]

My name is Dr. Liara T’Soni. My kidnapper insisted that this...device...would allow me to speak with others taken from their worlds. Like it was a gift, to help me play his little game. Of course, I’m probably just standing here talking to a rock. Goddess, I haven’t done that for a while.

[Shaking her head, she puts a hand up, covering most of her face.]

There isn’t much I can do without information, and what I’ve been given isn’t very helpful. I don’t suppose that anyone else had more luck getting answers than I did, but it can’t hurt to ask. Do you know anything?

[She drops the hand and sighs.]

We can’t possibly have much time left, so does anyone have a way to get a signal off of this planet? I don’t even know what cluster this is, so I have no idea how far away the front is, but I am certain that it is moving closer. They have hit just about everything else already. I must speak to someone in the allied fleet as soon as possible.

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I could probably recreate most or all of those things in my own world, and all within the framework of what we know about the laws of physics. However advanced the technology, it's still technology. Calling it magic doesn't change that.

[She shakes her head, and takes a breath.]

And whatever it is called, someone clearly understood it well enough to bring me here, and you, and anyone else they've taken. That makes it very likely that someone knows how to send us all back.

[Liara pauses, looking past the orb for a moment.]

But if that power exists, what else is there on this world? If I'd come here even a few months ago...but there isn't any time left. I have to go back.

I realize this may be weak consolation, but coming from personal experience, time works differently here. Even if days pass here, time does not seem to move elsewhere.

Helios. And Giles.

[She seems to focus, eyes closed, and collect herself, and then turns and starts to walk, the orb moving to the side so she can keep an eye on her path.]

Do you know where in the castle their library is? Oh, and which way is East?

[She glances at the orb.]

Did you lose your voice here?

[Helios and Giles. Ginia is aware there's always a danger in passing their names out to strangers, but if someone can be helped, all the better. She has a hunch they'd probably speak to her anyway.]

The library is located [at this place in the castle]. As for east, if you're facing the castle and clock tower from the main path in the front, it'll be to your right. Follow the path straight to the gate. You'll know you'll on the correct path if you see a toll booth right before the east bridge. Don't worry about money, tell them you're a champion brought here, they'll let you on through.

[She smiles wryly before writing another message.]

I've never had a voice to begin with. I'm sorry for all the writing, it's all I can do unless you know any sort of sign language.

Edited 2012-07-03 07:18 (UTC)

To the right, toll booth. Champion. Thank you.

[She doesn't show any sign of surprise, but there's a note of it in her voice.]

I'm sorry, I am afraid I don't know any. Nothing useful, at least.

[The orb jerks as Liara stops suddenly.]

You have been staring at computer screens for too long. Ruins. Are there any kind of ruins, ancient ones, here? Old tombs, or sacred ground, anything? Something that is old, hundreds, or thousands, of years?

No need to apologize.

For ruins, northeast of Schwanheim - where you are now - you'll find the old capital. There's still some people living there, they'll try to make you pay for tours and to explore the area. You can get there within a day if you go by horse. Keep going east and you'll hit the mountains.

Directly southwest of Schwanheim is the Two-Faced Forest. Beyond by day, dangerous at night.

I know this may be a rather foolish question, given our circumstances, but how would one "go by horse"?

Stables by the south gate. Stating you're a champion is good enough to get a free horse. Most people are quite accommodating if you mention you were brought here, but having a bit of money is good too. There are always odd jobs to be done around town for a bit of coin.

Stables. I assume that "horse" is some kind of animal, then?

They kidnapped me to fight their war. I'd certainly hope they'd be somewhat understanding if I haven't got a credit to my name.

Edited 2012-07-03 17:40 (UTC)

[A nod.] Domesticated animal, excellent at traveling long-distances at a fast pace. Lovely animal.

I'm Ginia, by the way.

I'd prefer a shuttle.

[But hey, there might be a slight smile there?]

[There's a small smile back.]

Sorry, no shuttles around here. Might be a cart once in awhile.

One with a bad axle, no doubt.

So. Where would a girl go to find a safe place to spend te night?

At least the wheel has been invented here. [Grin.]

Some might say the castle is quite accommodating in regards to temporary lodging. I've been staying at the Drunk Duck Tavern and Inn. Good rooms, clean, secure. People are quite willing to talk too.

Yes, I am not sure I am comfortable remaining in the home of kidnappers.

I remain, however, without any way to pay for a room.

[A somewhat philosophical shrug.]

Do they say anything interesting?

You can get away with your first night or two unpaid, but after that a bit of coin is only polite. [They may have been brought here unwillingly, but there were people native to the world and they needed to get by somehow.]

The usual gossip about town. Who's seeing who, new arrivals, strange going ons. Remarkably unhelpful so far, but at least they aren't silent.

Of course.

[She smiles a bit.]

Everyone I have met seems to be human, or at least to resemble humans. I'm sure my arrival will provide plenty of gossip.

[A shrug.]

Does no one around here know anything about their own homeland?

Their own homeland? I'm sure, or at least the ones that aren't natives here. I suppose questions about home isn't asked that much, for whatever reason.

I was actually thinking of the locals.

The locals get remarkably close-lipped about the world. Recent rumors, sure, but history? No luck there so far.

Considering I've been called a hero and a champion at least a dozen times by more than one person, it seems strange they don't want to say anything about their land. Especially if I'm supposed to help them save it.

In fairy tales, the regular people never do anything to help the hero of the tale. Everyone has their role - baker, innkeeper, washer, groom - and they keep to that role.

I'm inclined to believe this world operates on similar rules.

That makes no sense. You're trying to say this world is...what? A fiction?

Possibly steeped in fiction. Though what's to say what is real in one world isn't fiction in another?

How is that even possible?

ORB - RD9, Mid-Morning.

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