♫1 - Snow in Summer

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[A - video; morning]
...Y'know, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess this isn't the first time someone's asked this. Probably won't be the last, either. Where -- when is this?

[A pause, and her expression shifts slightly. Before she was fairly nonchalant, if unsure. Now the uncertainty is amplified to a great degree.]

More importantly, I don't suppose anyone's seen someone who looks like... well, like me. Identically so, even?



[B - action; mid-afternoon]
[Within the shopping district a new sound has made it's way into the usual cacophony of daily life, one particularly noticeable the closer one gets to the easternmost edge. The plucking of a lute -- or a similar instrument, at the very least, faintly weaves it's way through the area.

If one was to making way to the source of the noise, they'd find Devola sitting on a bench, strumming away almost mindlessly. Her eyes shut, she seems lost in her own little world as keeps playing... and then she begins to sing.

If it was possible for her to be even more entranced, it had just happened. Seeming blind to the outside world, her fugue continues on for a while; her voice eventually quiets down to silence, but her hands keep strumming the lute absently. Approach?]

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[Action]

[gaveupfeeling.livejournal.com]

[Ledah hasn't heard music properly in a long time, so naturally he investigates. ...It's strange, that merely singing should make him feel anything. Notes have no impact by themselves, so their combinations should be the same.]

That was well done.

[Talking will distract him. He stands a bit awkwardly a ways off, watching the lute rather than her face.]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[The beats, she does not skip them. Devola's pretty used to playing and talking, it's almost become second nature.

When she speaks, there's a fair deal of amusement in her voice.]

...Wow. Can't remember the last time I actually got a compliment. Maybe this change in scenery's a good thing after all.

Name's Devola. And yourself?

[gaveupfeeling.livejournal.com]

Ledah.

You're not upset about being moved here?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

...Back home's not the greatest of places. I miss the people more than I miss the location. A lot more.

I'm trying to spin it as some overdue vacation time in my head. Makes it seem better than it probably is.

[gaveupfeeling.livejournal.com]

That would be a simple reasoning for it. Do your vacations typically include enemies every night?

[Video]

[realitywarper.livejournal.com]

[A very excited Haruhi pops on the screen.]

You're a time traveler too?!?! That makes the second I've met so far. I LOVE THIS PLACE!

And, uh, no. Don't think I've seen you around at all. Was a future you checking out this era at the same time or something?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Err, woah woah. Settle down some! It's just a hunch, that's all. I'm seeing lots of similarities, vaguely familiar sights, that kind of thing.

It's nothing so exciting as that, I'm afraid. Just my sister. You know how family resemblances can go.

[realitywarper.livejournal.com]

Aww... [She starts to pout.]

Well this is Prospero, in America. Where are you from?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

...Well. A place that doesn't know about an "America", much less a "Prospero"; so maybe you are on to something with the time travel idea.

[realitywarper.livejournal.com]

No America? So at least before the 17th century then. Or maybe you're from an alternate universe! Are you a slider?

[video]

[naildelay.livejournal.com]

It's 2011. I guess you're from somewhen else too?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

If my guess is right, yes. I saw too many coincidences, walking around earlier. Hope you don't mind if I default back to the "where" question?

If it's not? Well, I goofed. Might be for the better, anyway.

[naildelay.livejournal.com]

It's called Prospero, I think? Right off the cost of the Eastern US. What year are you from, then?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Prospero... Propsero. Hmm... not quite familiar. Same with "You Ess" - though I'm guessing that's an abbreviation.

3366. Though now I'm starting to wonder if my original hunch was right.

[naildelay.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it stands for United States.

...3366? [Minor tone of disbelief.] Wow, I'm only from 2025.

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

Prospero, some island off the coast of the United States. You do not what the United States are don't you? Some here didn't seem to.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Guilty as charged, ma'am! It sounds pretty terrible to say it out loud, but it's kinda nice to know I'm not the only one here so... displaced.

I'll take a guess; the states are a country or coalition? Principality maybe?

[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

[Smiling wryly.]

A country made up of several smaller states. Considered a 'world power'. Everyone that is here that has actually heard of the U.S. hasn't heard of this island. So, while a little different, all of us are confused about this.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She taps a finger to her chin, thinking] Huh... So, there are people who do and don't know about the general location. But noone knows about the specific location? That's... kind of odd.

[A pause, a shrug.] Then again, going from home to here is odd too. Guess it's just another layer of weird.

[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

Very, if you ask me.

Just wait until night fall if you want weird.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel is used to servants and people playing music at various points, at least at various court functions. He will approach Devola and say, ]

Hmm. You are the first minstrel I have met since I have come here.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Minstrel? ...A bit old-timey, but I think I like it. You've been here for a while, I take it?

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

That assessment is broadly correct. I have been here nearly a month sidereal time.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Sidereal? Sorry, that's one word this minstrel doesn't have in her vocabulary.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

The time as it is measured by the movements of the stars in the night sky. We often use it in our reckoning when we compare it to how long we have physically experienced, due to the vagaries of warp travel. A man can go from star to star in a year, only to find out that 30 years have passed.