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Welcome to Baedal.

These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.

They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.

Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.

It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.

There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:

It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.

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A frightened bird. Interesting.

"I think it was from Rowan," she decided, reaching out and clasping his wrist, the way she often saw men do back home. "My name is Cassandra."

She supposed, at this point, it might almost be prudent to add a sarcastic, 'Yes, that Cassandra,' but she refrained for the time being. There were, shockingly enough, people out there who didn't think she was some exotic, mythological figure.

Time would tell.

"You must forgive me, I'm not in my right mind tonight. Wolfgang." She paused. "That's a funny sort of name. Does it mean something?"

Well that was ... different. He'd have to get accustomed to changes like that -- shouldn't be too hard, with all the traveling he'd done of late, this was just ... on a bigger scale. Much bigger. "Cassandra, all right. I'll remember that." The smile he gave then was more genuine, a little more relaxed. He was least likely of all the assembled people to assume her name was significant, as he was still ignorant of the existence of anything beyond the very mundane.

"Oh, no, it's all right, this is very -- unsettling?" His English was very good, but he hadn't had a reason to speak it in years and he was concerned he might have forgotten some vocabulary. Now that he was here and people seemed to speak English (which, if he thought about it too much, weirded him out a little) he was probably going to lose all his Turkish. Sigh. "Ah -- it does, but I'm afraid I've forgotten. It's Old German and I'm certain it probably means something silly."

Cassandra tilted her head to one side, like a curious cat. She had already withdrawn her hand from his, so her anxiety about skin-to-skin contact was minimized, but still, it took her a moment to find her words again. "I'm afraid I don't know what German is," she said. It probably wasn't a Greek city-state. She was certain she would have remembered that. Unless all of this world jumping was making her forget.

Now that was a truly horrifying notion.

"Where do you come from?"

"Ah --" Well. That was also different. He shouldn't be surprised, he'd seen people so far who looked like something out of a science-fiction movie, so why shouldn't he assume people might come from places entirely different from his own? "It's a, ah, country. To the north."

There was a pause at her question. Should he be honest? If she didn't know what Germany was, it was likely she wouldn't know the difference between anything he told her anyway -- and if this was a dream it didn't matter at all, and if it was not, well, who was going to give a fuck here? Who was going to be looking for him here?

He was pretty sure the police's jurisdiction did not extend outside of the known universe.

"A country called Israel, in the Mediterranean... near Egypt?" he ventured, not sure if she'd know what that was. ... maybe she was from space. Oh Lord, what if she was from space? "Yourself? Originally. I mean. Before the --" He gestured at the room, meaning before all this dimensional insanity.

Cassandra's eyes lit up in surprise. "Yes, I know Egypt!" She was utterly delighted. It had been so very long since she had encountered anyone from the world she knew. "I've never heard of your Israel, but to be honest, there are a lot of city-states I'm unfamiliar with in the east. Most of my knowledge of geography is in the west."

She bowed her head politely. "I'm from Troy," she explained. "At least, I was from Troy before it was sacked. Given the way things are with this world jumping, I suppose I don't know if you're from before or after it was sacked. But it was."

"Troy--" Another pause. "Greek Troy?" What. Okay, no, he should have expected this kind of weirdness, and all things told it wasn't as strange as it could be... (she wasn't blue!) "What year are you from?" he asked, sounding more interested than weirded out, because there was a part of him (a large part of him, actually) that was a gigantic nerd and actually really fascinated by the idea of speaking to people potentially from the past.

He ran a hand through his hair thoughtfully. "I lived in that general area before I came here," he explained. "A little to the south, in a city called Izmir. The country's called Turkey now, or, well, the now that I come from."

She bristled slightly. "Troy was not a Greek city-state." Cassandra's anger was fleeting, however. She was far too used to being treated as a relic of this so-called 'Greek mythology.' To be fair, she had ended her life in Greece, but that wasn't the point. The Greeks had destroyed her world long before they took her life and she didn't care to be associated with them. But that was just the way history would remember her and who was she to argue with history?

"We do not keep track of the years the way most from earth do," she sighed. "Presumably, I am from close to three thousand years before your time. You caught me off guard. I did not expect to hear that Egypt had survived that far into the future." It seemed so unfair. Troy was a glorious as Egypt, as beautiful, as rich, as famous. Why did it get to survive? The gods, she supposed.

"Perhaps we are distantly related," she mused. "The survivors of Troy cover the earth like stars cover the sky. I can imagine many of them went west." It was a nice thought, if not somewhat superficial.

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