a bit of a shock

[miro_zenador]

He hits the ground hard; it is impossible to tell quite where he's fallen from, but it's far enough to knock the wind out of him for a few moments

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[kif_or_kin]

Young men who fall from nowhere in particular are not high on Pyanfar's list of 'Things I'd Like to Deal With This Morning' (the longer she's stuck here, the longer this list gets - right now she's inclined to want to deal with customs agents, something she's never wanted to do before) but now that he's here, he obviously can't be allowed to hurt himself more.

"Easy," she says, dryly, crouching down next to him, "I can see that. Take deep, even breaths until you don't have to work for them. And don't move."

[miro_zenador]

He looks up swiftly, and for a moment or two just stares.

"You're not--" he starts, and then has to catch his breath again, which is just as well.

[kif_or_kin]

"No, I'm probably not," Pyanfar says, with a certain amusement. Pyanfar's amusement is usually as dry and dark as space itself, but nowhere near as cold

[miro_zenador]

After a minute, he tries again: "--not who I was expecting."

Meanwhile he's watching her with wide brown eyes, fascinated despite himself. There are only two extant sentient species in the known galaxy, and she's neither; but he's had several of his fundamental assumptions overturned today already, so what's one more?

[fingersofleaf]

Percy is out with the borrowed goats, but he leaves them in a moment and bounds over. "Hey, hey, hey."

[miro_zenador]

He gasps a bit, and tries to sit up, in no mood to deal with any of his own species. "I--"

[fingersofleaf]

"It's okay! Here, I don't think you got any bit real bad hurt," making a rapid cursory inspection. "Come back to the house, though. You can sit down a bit."

[miro_zenador]

Miro shakes his head, leave me alone. He leans on his arms, his head still down, trying to breathe.

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, gently, sir, gently!" she exclaims. She crouches down, giving him a bit of a view in her 18th century gown. "Y'arn't hurt, sir?"

[miro_zenador]

Okay, that speech pattern is definitely off. He looks up, and blinks at her blankly. "Who--?"

(Full sentences are going to have to wait a bit.)

[youngandhealthy]

She touches his arm, very lightly. "My name's Molly Seagrim, sir. Are y'alright."

[miro_zenador]

Another gasp, that might be a laugh. He straightens slowly. "Where'd you-- come from?"

[emocaliban]

Caliban jumps and whirls around, groping for a gun at the sudden noise, then recognizes a human body. Oh. Right.

"Jesus," he says, getting up, though keeping his distance. "Where'd you come from? Nowhere good, by the looks of it."

[miro_zenador]

Miro makes it to his knees, and stops for breath, staring at him a moment. "Hell with that. Where am I now?"

[emocaliban]

Caliban shrugs. "Damned if I know. Not anywhere I recognize. Or anyone else, it would appear." He shakes his head and laughs hoarsely. "Weird place. Freaking weird place. That's about all I can tell."

[miro_zenador]

"Thanks," he mutters.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is sprawled in a chair, looking more like a cadaver than anything else. He lifts his head looking at the new arrival. He laughs, harshly, and rather madly. "Human. Won't find too much of that here. Welcome to hell, fellow. Welcome to gods-fucking hell."

[miro_zenador]

Miro stares at him a long moment, gathering breath enough to talk. "Very dramatic," he says. "Did you think of that yourself?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke tilts his head back and closes his eyes, looking amused. "Me? Nooo. I don't think of anything for myself if I can help it. Steal everything. That's me. Thief through and through..." He laughs again. "Yeah, I made it up. Gentlemen Bastards, I made that one up too...fat lot of good it did us."

[miro_zenador]

Possibly this is all a hallucination. He's had enough shocks today, mental and otherwise; maybe he's just coming unhinged. It explains the unfamiliar, too-lush landscape, the huge house, the stranger babbling at him. Miro decides to go with it. "Brilliant," he says dryly, and climbs to his feet.