[Well. Now she's awake. Sarah Jane is accustomed to be woken up by strange noises. Singing is a new one though. At least it's fairly clear that that isn't her drone husband any more.]
Good morning. I imagine you have a fair number of questions.
since everyone seems to be ok with it moving this here!mayitlastforeveNovember 22 2011, 20:58:10 UTC
[Naal is a light sleeper; while her seed does not bother her as it did there's been no time for her to lose the habit, and she's not likely to anyway while she's sleeping in a strange house with people she knows little about.
So needless to say the scream wakes her up. An impassioned scream, so not those strangely unresponsive - will-less, drones, she'd heard them called - members of her 'house', male so not her false mother. Illhar'dro, she'd have thought, if she were not resigned to everything here being utterly foreign to her.
With her characteristic lack of emotion she pads quickly down the stairs, makes a short detour to the kitchen to grab a carving knife - safety first - and opens the door to the master bedroom.]
Yay for not!family!!bravabarberNovember 23 2011, 14:21:55 UTC
(You lost him at the second sentence, unfortunately. He's just going to blink and gape at you, before he spreads his hands to show his confusion.)
Signora, I do not understand. What do you mean by, "a variety of times, places and stations"? Are our fellow captives from different kingdoms and cities? Is this not the year of our Lord, 1773?
(And when the door opens, Figaro screams a high C out again, before he literally jumps and scurries back under the bedsheets.)
Never again will I drink so much wine!! It is not worth these strange nightmares!
[Naal, carefully rationing her words as usual, only nods at the explanation. She might leave now, then, but... no, she ought to do more than that. She circles around to Figaro's side of the bed and pulls back the sheets.]
It is disorienting but you should face it with open eyes instead of cowering. You will only perpetuate your confusion like this.
(He's not cowering! He's just...trying to figure things out from a safe place! Yes, that's it. The bedsheets offer him comfort and security, so that he can calm down and think things through
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Being a bit frightened is a common enough reaction to arriving here. Everyone has adjusting to do.
[Okay. Explaining time travel to someone from 1776. She can do this.]
The town has access to powerful forces. When you're at that level, moving through time is much the same principles as moving through space. This is a very peculiar place, you'll find that rather quickly.
It is brave. [She acknowledges, though she must then question why he was not executed. But she can quibble with the details of his stories some other time; what matters is that he is back out of bed.
Though if there is something for her to quibble with...]
And I am a val of Beldrobbaen, not a 'little girl.'
Good morning. I imagine you have a fair number of questions.
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Y-yes signora, if you could I would certainly be most grateful.
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(Figaro's genuinely shocked by this.)
But why kidnap lowly me? I'm not of noble birth, at least, I don't think so, and there's no ransom to be paid.
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So needless to say the scream wakes her up. An impassioned scream, so not those strangely unresponsive - will-less, drones, she'd heard them called - members of her 'house', male so not her false mother. Illhar'dro, she'd have thought, if she were not resigned to everything here being utterly foreign to her.
With her characteristic lack of emotion she pads quickly down the stairs, makes a short detour to the kitchen to grab a carving knife - safety first - and opens the door to the master bedroom.]
Is everything alright?
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Signora, I do not understand. What do you mean by, "a variety of times, places and stations"? Are our fellow captives from different kingdoms and cities? Is this not the year of our Lord, 1773?
(And when the door opens, Figaro screams a high C out again, before he literally jumps and scurries back under the bedsheets.)
Never again will I drink so much wine!! It is not worth these strange nightmares!
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[The singing may take some getting used to]
There are those here that will insist that it is the year of our Lord, 1950 something, but we have reason to suspect that is also not the case.
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It is disorienting but you should face it with open eyes instead of cowering. You will only perpetuate your confusion like this.
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[Okay. Explaining time travel to someone from 1776. She can do this.]
The town has access to powerful forces. When you're at that level, moving through time is much the same principles as moving through space. This is a very peculiar place, you'll find that rather quickly.
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Though if there is something for her to quibble with...]
And I am a val of Beldrobbaen, not a 'little girl.'
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I'm afraid...I don't understand?
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