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[After searching around for roughly an hour, Rowan ends up in the library.
It took him very little time to figure out what happened; he may have disdained most popular media concepts, but he knew what spaceships were. He knew people claimed to be kidnapped by them, or cows were kidnapped.
It took him even less time that this ship was doing something to him. Rowan tried to shift, trusting to his wolf senses more than his human ones in situations like this, and failed.
Each time.
Thus, the need for answers. He did not find anyone else to ask, the computer was very unhelpful, and the library is the last avenue he could think of for answers.
The pile of books laying haphazardly on the tables demonstrated well that this avenue wasn't giving him much in the way of answers either.]
It took him very little time to figure out what happened; he may have disdained most popular media concepts, but he knew what spaceships were. He knew people claimed to be kidnapped by them, or cows were kidnapped.
It took him even less time that this ship was doing something to him. Rowan tried to shift, trusting to his wolf senses more than his human ones in situations like this, and failed.
Each time.
Thus, the need for answers. He did not find anyone else to ask, the computer was very unhelpful, and the library is the last avenue he could think of for answers.
The pile of books laying haphazardly on the tables demonstrated well that this avenue wasn't giving him much in the way of answers either.]
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She'd asked for more and it had dropped a whole bunch in front of her. She loved this metal thing.
Banananananas in hand, she went back to exploring. With each turn this place revealed new wonders. An indoor lake, a modest selection of breakfast wines, and now-]
Holy shit, [she cried out as she happened upon this latest discovery] this is the biggest library in the world!
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There was a person in here? Or a new computer making noise, but it sounded like a person.
He stands up and walks in the direction of the door again, still holding the book in his hand. It's a history of a race he had never heard of before; he's reading it to see if they were the ones to create this ship.]
Hello?
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How long have you been here?
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Strange clothing. Treating him like she knew him. She was a cause of more questions than of answers.]
A few hours. You?
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['Call me Ishmael,' this book began. It looked long and fictitious.] Have you read any of these?
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He decides that she likely has no information required, if her clothes are any indication. She looks as if she just left a renaissance fair but did not have the money for an expensive costume.]
What is the Hour?
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Come off it. Alright? The place where you got mauled by a werewolf.
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Rowan tries for diplomacy. It was what he was chosen for and if other people appeared on the ship, it would stand him in good heed.
He couldn't help, however, to note that whoever he was supposed to be, he was around werewolves. Her statement implied he was not one, however]
I'm sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else. [I am a werewolf, he almost says, but remembers the Oath of the Moon. He would not admit to it until he absolutely had to]
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Oh, right then. I won't bother you, in that case.
[More for the sake of having something to do she puts the book down, then goes to a different shelf, walking away. Well, that's no good.]
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He sits down by where she is and watches her. It's more predatory than he assumes; it's easy to forget that sort of thing among humans.]
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[The question was why. Experiments? Unlikely. They were on what looked like a cruise ship. An expensive cruise ship, complete with a library.
That was a pretty big question in of itself. Who spent the money on this, and then let it just go roam the universe idly?]
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Why are you so sure it's nonsense?
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[Who is this Simone de Beauvoir? Whatever, Mari is taking her too. There's an M. Llewelyn, but it turns out to just be a Margaret.] I'm many things, but stupid isn't one of them.
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[Rowan looks at the books and ponders searching for something that shows pictures of a plane. He is sure there is something there, but finding it within the frame of this conversation would be impossible.
Then he remembers the computer in the corner, where he spent a fruitless hour arguing with to define where they were and where they were going.
It failed at that, but he figures it can show her what an airplane is] I can show you.
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Whatever you say. [Crazy] What is it? Wings?
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If this had a spirit, it was unusually helpful]
Airplane.
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Bananananas in one hand and books in the other, she raises an eyebrow as the computer projects an image of what looks like a cross with bits attached. In its quiet, gender neutral, expressionless way, the computer explains things to her. 'A fixed-wing aeroplane is a transportation vessel. It utilises thrust from an engine or propeller to gain flight. The Wright brothers are internationally recognised as being the first to create sustained and controlled flight in a machine heavier than air in 1903.']
That date's wrong.
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Why?]
I'm from 2012. This is history to me. [He sits back again and thinks, this time out-loud] Which means we could be in any time now.
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Am I in the future?
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Her face soon goes back to normal. Tobias and Silence are dead, she can live with that. Moirine's death, Marijke's, those...she can't think about them right now. Even if they both hate her, the thought of them gone leaves her feeling hollow.]
Right. Sixteen hundreds.
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It was unsettling. However, Rowan thought it was logical that if they could be pulled from times, they could go back to the same times. He would get home, if he had to rip apart this machine to do so.]
Welcome to the future.
ahahaha 'set yourself on fire' just came on
Right. ['Fuck you.'] Right.
[Mari gathers up her books and banananas. She doesn't look at him while she does it, deliberately taking her time about picking them up and adjusting them in her arms.] I'm going now.
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[No point asking for someone from the Renaissance to help. What he knew about spaceships and aliens was tied to lame movies from his childhood. She didn't even have that]