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[themouthbreathr]

He woke up this morning predictably disoriented in a strange bed, in a strange room. There may have been screaming. It took him thirteen minutes to remember why he was not in his own house, why he was still wearing his uniform, and why he had not taken off his shoes

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[wellthrownstone]

"You look upset. Something the matter?"

Someone seems to have stopped by. And though the boy's head is in his hands, perhaps he notices that the voice is somewhat... far up.

[themouthbreathr]

Alec looks up. And then a little more up.

"A bar is holding me hostage," the Mouthbreather says. "And now I'm going to have to sue for emotional and physical distress, being unlawfully detained, and loss of wages. And I need those wages."

[wellthrownstone]

He shrugs.

"At least it isn't your wedding night," he observes. "It was for me, back when I got Bound here."

He puts a hand down and leans on the back of a chair.

"Sew?"

Perhaps the doublet, the hose, and the boots might explain why he's unfamiliar with the legal terms of 21st century Earth.

[themouthbreathr]

"Yes?" Says Alec, suspiciously. "Are you implying I don't deserve retribution just because I'm single? I'm not old enough to get married, I'll have you know. I'm pretty sure it would be illegal."

[wellthrownstone]

"No," he answers evenly enough, "That wasn't what I was saying at all. I was just saying that it could be worse."

He scratches at one ear absently.

"As for getting married early, I was engaged at seventeen and married at eighteen. You don't look much younger than that."

He still doesn't know what 'sew' might mean. Retribution? Would he make a most terrible crosstich and lo, it would wreak his vengence o' the land?

[themouthbreathr]

"What state are you from?" The Mouthbreather asks. "Utah? Are you from Utah?"

He goes very still.

"Are you Canadian?" He asks, very seriously.

[wellthrownstone]

...if he were an anime character, the term for what he does would be 'facefault'. As it is, he wobbles a moment before blinking.

"Uh, no."

Beat.

"I'm not from Earth."

Hello. No pants. Easy signal, as far as he's concerned.

[themouthbreathr]

Not so. He could have easily escaped from a Renaissance Faire, or be a homosexual (non-lesbian variety).

"Uh...huh," the Mouthbreather says.

Definitely Canadian.

[wellthrownstone]

He crosses his arms. And Looks at him.

"My country is called Riva or the Isle of the Winds. I have friends from Earth, but I'm not from there. Not any place there and not any time. Hasn't anyone explained how things work here?"

[themouthbreathr]

"No," the Mouthbreather brats (and the Mouthbreather can brat). "But I have an associate drawing up paper work regardless. By law, the establishment has to post these things clearly and in a public place. And that door tried to kill me."

[wellthrownstone]

...the boy is reminding him of no one so much as a particularly irritating Tolnedran ambassador he'd hosted for a couple of weeks before the irritation had overcome him and he'd turned the man into a turnip. There had been some hurried political soothing in order, aided by his Queen, but it had been utterly satisfying for the first three minutes.

"By what law? In what country? On what world? I don't think your laws hold over at the end of the universe. What's legal in one place might not be legal in another and vice versa."

He scratches his ear again.

"As for the door... what did it do trying to kill you?"

[themouthbreathr]

"It refuses to open," Alec says. "Which is a fire hazard."

And also it got in the way of his foot.