ORB - RD9

[fun_vee]

[For a second Tony just stares at the orb, trying to figure out what exactly makes it tick before deciding whether or not it's a good idea to soliliquize into it. But being as communication with his people is more important than puzzle solving at the moment, he pulls it back and begins to speak]

When I was in college my friends and I went to King Richard's Faire. I hated it then, and I haven't gotten any keener on the idea. We live in a modern age, people, quit pretending you're artisan craftspeople working to outfit your quaint medieval village and appease your king. News flash: you're all investment bankers and lawyers and teachers. Sorry to be the one to break the bad news. But from what I can tell, that 'going back to your real job' thing isn't really going to be much of an option here. Which is..really, it's peachy. It's like unwanted forced vacation. To a war zone.

[an obviously frustrated Tony takes a slight pause.]

Anyone else here I know? Aside from Robin Hood and the jolly blue frost giant.

Comments

[ladysarmour]

[ this man is very strange ]

You are fortunate to already have companions here.

[fun_vee]

Probably. Unfortunately, the companions I do seem to have are...well. Unfortunate.

[ladysarmour]

Still, we are all of us strangers in a strange land. Already this place holds much uncertainty: the familiar is a blessing.