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[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.

There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?

[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...

But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?

[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]

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To be retro, I guess?

[...Okay, that, she wasn't expecting. A communicator built into an old-fashioned notebook -- at least, that's what she thinks they were called before the advent of tech settled in -- isn't that nice?]

They went overboard, if you ask me. [There's some ruffling on the other end; probably the pages being flipped through.]

Well, I can't say I disagree. But it's what they have here.

I guess you just got here?

Wherever here is, yeah. You one of the locals?

Not exactly. One of the "was like you eight months ago"s.

The people who gave them to us had a sense of humor--a cell phone or a laptop would have been nicer.

[Another one? Whoo boy. Something's telling her she's gonna make a lot of acquaintances, and she's only just gotten here.]

Or anything that didn't resemble a centuries-old notebook. [...Wait, people? There's something to note for later.] Not like it'd break their backs. [Or the Illusive Jackass' back, but he's a different story altogether. <_<]

[Huh, what?] ...'Was like me'? What, I'm not the only one with wings slapped onto my back?

['Centuries-old.' That caught Lupin's attention. He leans in with interest and flips on the video feature, so that they could get a better look at each other]

Which is why I said laptop. The journals are made with some kind of magic that lets them transmit audio, video, and basically act like a network-connected laptop.

There are a couple hundred more in the village.

[Well, that gets her brow raising too. This thing isn't as much of a downgrade as it initially let on. ...It's still a large one from the holograms she's used to, though. >_>

By the way, Lupin, hot redhead in a sundress. :|]

Magic? Now I've seen everything. [Oh, and a lot of snark.]

...You're kidding, right? [If there was ever a flatter tone, he's probably heard it right then and there. Unless Kyon's heard even snarkier, that is.]

[Totally hot redhead, but he's not flirting with the New Feather immediately.]

That's not the least of it. We have ninja turtles, mermaids, fairies...I think even a vampire.

It's a little mind blowing, but its no worse than an 80s cartoon.

Edited 2012-07-12 16:52 (UTC)

Must be a real blast around these parts.

[~~Well, good for both of them that they both have dates already then. :|~~]

If you think I'm kidding now, just wait until you get to the rest of it.

It gets boring pretty quickly if you don't have a good hobby, really.

It's Arsene Lupin III, by the way. You can just call me Lupin.

[Well. Shit.] Since you seem to be the best I can get for info, shoot. I'm probably gonna be here all day.

['I seem to be the best she can get? I'm not sure if that's an insult or not.']

Well, this is a world called Luceti. And people are dragged into it from all kinds of different universes... somehow or other.

Shouldn't be too hard to find one.

Commander Shepard of the Normandy. Pleasure to meet you, Lupin.

[He's only familiar with Normandy because of its geographic location in France--and the battle that took place there during World War II. He's never heard of a vessel with that name, but he understands 'Commander' well enough.

It earns a chuckle. Funny, that was his rank during the Shift a few months ago where he believed he was a spy for the New Republic.]

Pleasure's mine, Commander. [He offers a casual, friendly salute.] A lot of people take up sparring, or even teaching self defense to people who don't know how. Others volunteer in the restaurants or shops, because we have no money and too much time to kill.

By the way, welcome to Luceti.

[A video pops up, Luke curious enough and feeling sociable today now that things are nominally back to normal.]

I found myself wondering the same thing when I arrived. Its rare to write instead of just typing, and if truth be told I thought it was odd for a commlink or a holocomm when I found it too.

Welcome to Luceti, ma'am. Luke Skywalker, at your service. Do you need assistance?

[He'll get one back, then, just out of courtesy. Habits gained from being in the military for so long die hard. :P]

For what good it's worth, thanks. [~~Let's just assume for the moment that Kyon's given the details already because that thread's still ongoing.~~ And then the sparring comes to mind...~~no, not Garrus' awkward story involving reach and flexibility~~] What sort, hand-to-hand? [Like there'd be any other kind of sparring, but. Worth a question, at least.]

...So someone just literally pried me out of my ship, without me noticing, and dragged me here?

Would it be farfetched to assume they gave me these souvenirs, too? [So not happy. >_>]

[Hello, you are now looking at a redhead woman in a Cerberus uniform.]

Good to know I'm not the only one who feels out of place using something like this.

Commander Shepard of the Normandy. A pleasure, Luke. As for help, I could use a map of some sort.

[Oh, Lupin all ready knows that. He's stalks the journals as a hobby, and has been very bored over the last few weeks. :I]

You're welcome, Commander. We get a lot of newcomers every few months, so it's just better to offer a friendly welcome before the Shifts start to happen. That way, people know who they can count on.

The sparring is anything you can think of, really. We have lots of combatants here, from medieval samurai to ninja to mages that seem like they should be in a video game. Hell, one of my best friends here fights with a Jitte--an old-style Japanese weapon used by the police.

No matter what you preferred style, you'll be able to find a partner with no problem.

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