Another Newbie

[bloody_mire]

A man comes walking out of the woods. He is dressed for a colder climate than that of the Mansion's surroundings. A few strands of ginger hair stick out under his hat. Aside from the too-warm clothing, there is nothing remarkable about him: a man in his fourties, not quite content with how his life is going

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[mostgiftedwitch]

Once again on her way somewhere, she passes the new arrival as he steps out of the trees. He speaks in a language she doesn't recognize at first, which is, by and large, rather rare as people somehow always end up speaking what sounds like English here...

"... Are you all right, sir?"

[bloody_mire]

He, on the other hand, recognizes her language. It doesn't help make things clearer, though. His brow furrows in concentration while he tries to remember his poor English. Fortunately, so far it's limited to guidebook phrases...

"Sorry? What time is it?"

[mostgiftedwitch]

-That- question she recognizes and she raises her right hand to look at her wrist watch.

"It's about six o'clock in the evening, sir."

Her face will not display any of her surprise at the rather... unusual question from a new arrival...

[bloody_mire]

His eyes widen. "Six?!" Perhaps it's just his poor grasp of the language, so he raises six fingers to make sure. "Six?"

[jarndyceheir]

Richard notices the man and woman in conversation, and heads over curiously. Overhearing the most recent exchange, he pulls out his pocket watch. "Yes, I have six as well."

[bloody_mire]

Typist: Shall we pretend his reply downthread was to both of them? After all, if they're both in the same place, it kind of makes no sense if he replies to them seperately ;)

[jarndyceheir]

T: Sounds good. Sorry to create three way confusion. ^_^;

[mostgiftedwitch]

This, if nothing else, clues her in to the fact that the new arrival doesn't primarily speak English.

"... Yes."

And she'll repeat the number... in a variety of languages, ranging from Sindarin to Latin and from Ancient Runes (which sounds a little bit Scandinavian) to French.

[bloody_mire]

His own wristwatch proclaims it to be six as well, which was why he had shaken it earlier. He curses to himself, a little, but luckily it's in his native language, so nobody needs to be offended ;).

"It is February?" He knows how stupid that must sound, and it sure was February when he started on his hike, and it's pretty unlikely that a few months passed while he was walking, but it makes no sense otherwise.

[mostgiftedwitch]

She nods and smiles.

"Yes, sir. 9th February, 2006, in fact."

[jarndyceheir]

Richard nods. "Are you all right?" He turns to the woman beside him and says, "Do forgive me for bursting in on your conversation, but it seemed the gentleman was a bit distressed."

[mostgiftedwitch]

She'll smile at the man beside her, they hadn't met before, after all.

"Oh, that's quite all right, sir. I appreciate the assistance. Though, if you'll pardon the rudeness, I don't believe we've met before?"

She holds out her hand to him.

"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are...?"

[jarndyceheir]

"Richard Carstone. A pleasure, Miss Granger." He smiles, and he is really quite handsome without being aware of it. The smile fades, however, as he turns back to the man. "No, not Iceland."

[bloody_mire]

"How?" That's all he can think of now. Not that he expects them to have an answer; even if they did, he barely expects his English to suffice for understanding that.

[mostgiftedwitch]

She'll notice vaguely that he'd qualify as "nice to look at", but being rather smitten (and devoted...) to her fiancé, that's about all it'll do. She -will-, however, continue to smile in a friendly way.

[bloody_mire]

He understands the question, but he has no chance of following Richard's comment to Hermione.
"No. Wrong place."