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[aeon_phoenix]

After taking up Patch's offer, Centra had used the weird book to arrive at her new destination, Patchwork Earth. Readjusting her baggage with spear (carefully wrapped up) in hand, she started to walk, looking for any sign pointing in the direction of the university or the pub mentioned in the conversation. A few more minutes of this had her

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[lazymetaphors]

The Primer began speaking in a soft lilt, telling a fairy tale about how the princess of flame had gotten waylaid by a trickster in bandaged arms and how she courageously found her way back to the school, where all were safe. In the doing, it carefully outlined the path to follow. You almost couldn't tell its ractors were missing.

[aeon_phoenix]

Listening to the Primer speak, she followed the directions exactly. In her mind Loire relized that the princess of flame was her, with the trickster being the man she'd talked to in the nexus. One thing that puzzled her was why it labeled her as 'the princess of flame'? She didn't quite get to finish her personal musings as Loire found herself on the steps of the university. A few moments later had her walking the large hallways towards the office.

[lazymetaphors]

The Primer continued its drawl, filling in details that were common knowledge for a Patchwork Earth resident, and for most of its visitors. One of those details regarded the existence of the Oneironet, that evolving narrative that encompassed all forms of communication on PE.

The Primer didn't bother talking about its origins, or the irony in Patch now related by marriage to Oneiros himself; it spoke in examples, not the least of which was the use of nanotechnology to record virtually everything that took place on Patchwork Earth, storing the information under public record to be added into the narrative as time went on. It was in this way, fans adding their own material based on the "canon" and then that same canon working off of what the fans created, that made the Oneironet work.

And it provided, in audio, and in visual if she chose to open the book, one of example of millions possible - a woman reading in a garden, and two men who came to speak with her.

[aeon_phoenix]

Something made her open the book and when she did, it was nearly dropped in shock. The two men Centra recognized, seeing them around the nexus and spoke to them on occasion, the one with the bandaged hands recently. But the woman...

It was her. The thing that she'd saw right before her heart attack and seizure. But in the visual, she was beautiful. Long red hair going past her shoulders and eerily familiar green eyes. The woman's coloring was a bit darker than her own but it looked a faint, like some sort of trauma affected it. The facial features are different also but there's still that odd feeling lurking under the surface like she should know her.

[lazymetaphors]

There was a sound above as someone landed on the roof.