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[fornightmare]

[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.]

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[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari gives him the sort of sideways look she reserves for those she thinks of as truly insane. Though, to be fair, she's beginning to doubt herself too. Herself and everything else.]

Am I in the future?

[fornightmare]

I don't know when we are. [Rowan settles back into his spot and eyes the computer again.] But I'm guessing we're in the future for you. Sixteen-hundreds?

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Wow, she's been catapulted into the future. Mari considers this information for a while, staring blankly at the talking box. Then her face sort of falls in on itself like a collapsing house and her knees fold. She hits the ground with a whump and remains still. If she's four hundred years in the future, everyone she knows is dead.

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.

[fornightmare]

[Rowan watches the girl collapse, not moving from her spot. In retrospect, telling someone they are now time traveling could be traumatic.

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

[constantasthenorthernstar]

['Welcome to my fist on the side of your face' she wanted to reply. Instead, Mari stood up shakily and nodded.]

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.

[fornightmare]

[He waves idly at her and stands up himself to go back to his books.] I'll return to finding a way home from this mess.

[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]