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[Inside one of the townhouses is a rather confused Highlander, looking rather as if he's stepped out of the 18th century, if his outfit is anything to go by.] Hey?
[This place is strange, unlike anything he's seen before, and he rubs his eyes in an effort to try and get it to go away. It remains stubbornly where it is...and then the screen lights up. Jamie stumbles back from it, looking rather frightened. However, as all it does is show a man talking, he calms down quickly, going so far as touch the surface of the vidscreen briefly - just as the message ends. Touching it a second time doesn't seem to do anything, so he looks around, ready to pull his claymore if need be. When it's clear he's by himself, he relaxes a little and turns to trying to figure out what's going on instead.]
Think, Jamie. How could ye have gotten here? [He frowns, trying to recall what he was doing.] I was chasing that Redcoat down, I know that. And I'd almost caught him, too, but then I was here. But how? There was nothing for miles, except that wee patch of...mushrooms.
[With dawning realization, he looks around at the room and its furnishings, some familiar in form even though they don't look exactly like what he's used to, and some that are quite, quite strange. There's only one real explanation he can think of for how he's here - that he must have stumbled into a fairy ring and this is their home. There's not much he can do now, except perhaps figure out his surroundings. A bit of an exploration finds the welcome basket, and spotting the CAT inside, he reaches out to pick it up. He startles for a moment as it turns on of its own accord, but then he takes a closer look. He can read the directions, but doesn't trust the device, and puts it back.] I don't know what the fairies would want with that wee thing, but I'll not be so easily tricked.
[Back to the rest. If he's going to explore further, some supplies would be in order. The bottles of wine would be too hard to take with him, so he settles for taking a couple of pieces of fruit, the packet of crackers and, after consideration, the map.] That'll do. Now to see if I can't find out where this Looming Misty place actually is.
[He'd not care to spend the rest of his life with the fairies if he can avoid it, and figuring out where this town of theirs is located is a start at getting back. Heading towards the exit, he's unaware the CAT has decided to come along with him, as it's shrunken down to its pin-like state. He steps outside, blinking a bit at the change of light, and raises his hand to shield his eyes. It's strange and different enough that the kilted young man finds himself wandering through the streets and staring at just about everything. The sound of bagpipes follows along with the Scot, but doesn't seem to be bothering him. After all, everything's strange enough right now as it is. A little extra music isn't making much of a difference one way or another.]
[This place is strange, unlike anything he's seen before, and he rubs his eyes in an effort to try and get it to go away. It remains stubbornly where it is...and then the screen lights up. Jamie stumbles back from it, looking rather frightened. However, as all it does is show a man talking, he calms down quickly, going so far as touch the surface of the vidscreen briefly - just as the message ends. Touching it a second time doesn't seem to do anything, so he looks around, ready to pull his claymore if need be. When it's clear he's by himself, he relaxes a little and turns to trying to figure out what's going on instead.]
Think, Jamie. How could ye have gotten here? [He frowns, trying to recall what he was doing.] I was chasing that Redcoat down, I know that. And I'd almost caught him, too, but then I was here. But how? There was nothing for miles, except that wee patch of...mushrooms.
[With dawning realization, he looks around at the room and its furnishings, some familiar in form even though they don't look exactly like what he's used to, and some that are quite, quite strange. There's only one real explanation he can think of for how he's here - that he must have stumbled into a fairy ring and this is their home. There's not much he can do now, except perhaps figure out his surroundings. A bit of an exploration finds the welcome basket, and spotting the CAT inside, he reaches out to pick it up. He startles for a moment as it turns on of its own accord, but then he takes a closer look. He can read the directions, but doesn't trust the device, and puts it back.] I don't know what the fairies would want with that wee thing, but I'll not be so easily tricked.
[Back to the rest. If he's going to explore further, some supplies would be in order. The bottles of wine would be too hard to take with him, so he settles for taking a couple of pieces of fruit, the packet of crackers and, after consideration, the map.] That'll do. Now to see if I can't find out where this Looming Misty place actually is.
[He'd not care to spend the rest of his life with the fairies if he can avoid it, and figuring out where this town of theirs is located is a start at getting back. Heading towards the exit, he's unaware the CAT has decided to come along with him, as it's shrunken down to its pin-like state. He steps outside, blinking a bit at the change of light, and raises his hand to shield his eyes. It's strange and different enough that the kilted young man finds himself wandering through the streets and staring at just about everything. The sound of bagpipes follows along with the Scot, but doesn't seem to be bothering him. After all, everything's strange enough right now as it is. A little extra music isn't making much of a difference one way or another.]