Voyage to the Foundation

[oathofhonor]

[He doesn't know what a laptop is, but for some plot convinient reason, it's on. The guy who put it in there for him probably was messing around with it. Thus the view shows a young man muttering angrily in french while exploring and poking at his room

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[ audio; french ]

[gtfomygarden]

Looks like someone is a little outdated. That particular dialect is one that doesn't get spoken any more, I believe.

[ Haha like he can talk. He's dressed like he's from Victorian England. But you can't see that. Also he can actually speak that old dialect quite well, if with a little bit of an accent. Messing around in the Secondary Realms paid off after all, it seems. ]

And something tells me that if people anger you sufficiently, their names all get changed to 'dinner'.

[oathofhonor]

I'm a bit out of touch with the modern slang.

Glad you're paying attention, though. Is that close enough attention to know why we're being held here?

[gtfomygarden]

Hm. I don't blame you. Languages are complicated things. It's surprising how much they can change in a decade, let alone a millennium.

Apparently, we're being held here as 'SCPs' of some sort. Test subjects, I believe. It's a little odd how much mortals seem to enjoy poking needles into things they don't understand.

[oathofhonor]

You say "mortals" as if you didn't think of yourself as one. Care to elaborate on that?

[gtfomygarden]

I am one of the seven Trustees of the Architect, Lord Sunday of the Incomparable Gardens - a Denizen of the House at the center of the Universe.
I came into existence somewhere around the beginning of the universe, so I believe I am rather entitled to calling most people 'mortals'.

[oathofhonor]

That sounds damned impressive. Not quite sure what it all means, though, so i'll hold off on being too amazed until I've got some more context.

[gtfomygarden]

[ /PREEEEEEEEEEEN-oh wait. Away from the influence of the Will, he's not quite as inclined to be prideful. ]

The Incomparable Gardens are the first part of the Universe, and I am in charge of it.
That's really all the context that is needed. I could go into detail, but I'm quite sure you don't want to hear that.

And what manner of person are you, to call others 'dinner'? I have an inkling, but I would like to confirm it before we discuss this any further.

[oathofhonor]

I am a predator.

[gtfomygarden]

I thought so.

What name do you go by?

[oathofhonor]

Laron de Belvaire, at your service. And yourself?

[gtfomygarden]

Lord Sunday.

[ There's a pause, as he considers what to say next, and finally does. It's kind of hard, because Pride is still influencing his actions even away from the Will, but... ]

But you may call me Sunday for short. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Laron de Belvaire.

[oathofhonor]

Well met, Sunday. On that note, just Laron will do for day to day conversation.

[gtfomygarden]

Hm. Very well, then - Laron it is.

[ After a momentary pause.. ]

I wonder if they'll let us out of these rooms any time soon. It's quite annoying having to sit all the time.