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[He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]
Hello? Hello?
Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?
The clothes are strange, the houses filled
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"I'm Ruri. Hoshino Ruri. Captain of the Nadesico and Princess of Peaceland. If it helps. I may be able to help you, it sounds like you were kidnapped by the town of Mayfield, but... What is a spark?"
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Hello, Ruri. I don't know if any of that helps or not -- too new here to be sure, I think. But thank you for your response.
"Kidnapped by the town of Mayfield" sounds like it shouldn't make sense: I've never heard of a town kidnapping people before. But I have to admit that seems accurate.
Spark is a sort of talent for science and engineering. Extreme talent, though. Think of it like this: Most sparks are in some sense scientists, but not all scientists are sparks. Sparks bend science into shapes science was never meant to be bent.
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[She ponders for a minute]
"The town actually has three types of people. Captives like us, drones, who... I'm not sure if they are biological constructs, or if they've had their brains washed to the point they can't retain new data. That's most of the town. There are also the town administrators. The chief of police, the milk man, the mayor, the post man, Lucy Smith... They tend to actually be in charge and can actually control reality on a local level. They're also not very nice people."
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Thank you for the explanation. I'd been wondering about whether the -- what did you call them? Drones? I'd been wondering if they weren't created. I hadn't thought of brain washing or mind control. Huh. I'll have to think about that.
The administrators seem like people to be wary of. Have you other captives learned much about them? Is there any way to resist them or avoid them?
[He's not going to ask about whether there's a way to control them, yet. Not until he knows a lot more about them, you and Mayfield - and about this communication system. He suspects there's no telling who can listen to this conversation!]
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Spark.
...Sturmvoraus.
Well, shit.]
I would also like a few answers, Sturmvoraus. But I suppose we can save that for a later date. As it stands, I would suggest getting comfortable. You are likely going to be here, and be without your Spark, for some time.
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Herr Baron?
[Pauses, and gathers his wits.]
Hmmm. I'd ask you how you got here, but it would be a waste of our time -- presumably you arrived as I did. As for the rest? It's always good to be apprised of circumstances, sir. I shall consider myself alerted -- to any number of unexpected dangers.
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[Even if you have, Tarvek, he's kind of obligated to advertise. That pamphlet is put together by Dist, who was basically his first-ever Mayfield friend acquaintance.]
If you wouldn't mind, however, I have some questions for you. Namely, what was happening, exactly, before you found yourself here -- and what was the date. I have lately begun to suspect that time here is utterly unrelated to time elsewhere, and your information on the subject could prove useful.
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I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Royalty was as common as hen's eggs back in Europa, too -- and about as highly valued.
Muses are mechanical beings -- a particular sort of being that is more than a machine, if sometimes less than a person: created,rather than born. They have intelligence, but it is often limited by the design and organization of the creator, or by the nature of the information and commands placed in the cognitive system. The natives here remind me of rather passive, low-intelligence muses. I've been wondering if they're not also created, and created to be less than brilliant.
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I am from the 30th Millennium of Mankind. Mankind walks the stars with the Astartes like myself at their side as protectors.
My name is Garviel Loken. I am a Captain of the 10th Company of Luna Wolves, 16th Legio Astartes, 63rd Expeditionary fleet.
If you would like detailed information on Mayfield itself, I can provide you with a pamphlet.
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ser.
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Yes, my world has been called "Terra," though from what little I've already learned it seems possible that my Terra and yours are on different time-tracks. Certainly if you're from the 30th Millenium, though, the odds are very good you're from something ahead of me, in some sense.
I would appreciate your information very much, thank you. And -- if it's not too invasive, could you explain how an "Astarte" differs from "Mankind"? In my time and place the way you have used the term would indicate that the Astartes are in some sense separate from humanity as a whole... unlike Sparks, who constitute a distinct group within humanity, but who remain human: often the children of ordinary humans, or the parents of ordinary humans, and able to marry ordinary humans and produce families. The Spark distinction may run in families, but in no sense differently than, for example, my red hair or nearsightedness.
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-wait is that-
...yyyyeah it's that Sturmvoraus fella. Great job making things even more complicated, Mayfield. ]
...Sir.
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Airman Higgs? Is that you? The last I knew you'd headed for Mamma Gkika's with your, er, charming green-haired Amazon.
[Panic hits...]
Higgs, I've already run into Baron Wulfenbach, and now you. Are...
Please, tell me Agatha and Gil are all right. Were they kidnapped, too? Are they safe? Do they need help?
[Blue fire and hail, he was just beginning to enjoy the idea of being free of all the insane complications of home. Now he's terrified that the two people who matter most (Yes, dammit, even Gil, may be in danger...]
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...He does not remember this, and also Zeetha is not his amazon, wait wait the only reason he would have to bring her to Mamma's is if she got hurt oh shiiiii- ]
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Airman Higgs?
Are you still there?
What's wrong?
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