Entrez vous.

[filsdeliberte]

[He thought it'd be 'one of those days' when it'd started with the hazy realization that he'd had a horrible nightmare. Worse than the nightmares about Newfoundland. Even worse than the nightmares about England. Perhaps he should have just stayed home, but there's no use regretting.

He stands in the midst of the starfield - the Astral Plane - and after carefully looking around him reaches into his pocket for his phone. As expected there is no signal, but it still seems to be working otherwise. He dearly would like to know if America has found his way here as well, but he resists the urge to call despite no bars, or to call out. With a wan smile he huffs softly to himself.]

It's not like I need him to sort this for me.

[Pocketing the phone again he looks up to see an information kiosk has appeared not too far away. He approaches it, eager to know more about this place. When prompted by the sign he speaks up,]

Help, please. [Although it is all automated, it doesn't hurt to be polite.]

[He reads Broderick Naismith's brochure twice, then folds it up and places it in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he speaks softly to himself- a habit he will tell you helps him organize his thoughts.]

I like experiments well enough, but not so much being in them. Still, it would be rather interesting to meet people from other worlds... Science fiction has become reality. [He pauses for a long moment as his mind wanders through the possibilities.] There would be so much I could learn. And seeing as time has stopped back home – or I will be returned to the same time – there are no worries about something happening there... It wouldn't be good for me to be away from home for long though, no matter the time shenanigans going on.

Yes. Then, let's see who I can find.

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[desertdaggers]

Else you might forget what was going on before?

[filsdeliberte]

[Canada turns to fully face the purple (purple?)-haired young man.
He tilts his head questioningly.]

My concern with being away from home doesn't have to do with my forgetting anything, if that is what you are referring to?

[desertdaggers]

[it's a very good dye job, if that's what it is.]

Mm, that was it. So what is your concern, then?

[filsdeliberte]

That is is potentially catastrophic for me to be away from my home. Being somewhere else in the world is one thing, but this is completely another.

[desertdaggers]

Ah? If you don't mind my asking… why would it be?

[filsdeliberte]

Because I am Canada.

[He half-expects that he will have to explain this statement further - the young man has purple hair, after all - but he will take it as it comes for now. Also, Canada feels that he should exercise a bit of discression corncerning his nature, at least until he finds out a bit more about the potential dangers.]

[desertdaggers]

Canada?

[There's no look of recognition, though Hawk frowns, sure that that's meant to mean something.]

That… doesn't mean anything to me, I fear. But still… you're someone important. Right?

[filsdeliberte]

[Canada's stance relaxes slightly, a small smile upon his face. Ah, someone truly not from Earth then.]

Yes, you could say that.

[He extends his hand for a handshake.]

A pleasure to meet you... [He tilts his head slightly, inviting the young man's name.]

[desertdaggers]

Hawk. [He reaches out to shake Canada's hand, giving him a friendly smile.] Nice to meet you too, Canada. So can I ask what it is you do, or is it all hush-hush?

[filsdeliberte]

[He chuckles slightly.]

No, it's not hush-hush, per se. I'm an administrator and ambassador. And you, Hawk?

[desertdaggers]

Very important, then! [he laughs in turn, hands rising a little.] Ahh, I'm just a general troublemaker.

[filsdeliberte]

[He raises an eyebrow. At least, in his experience, the ones who are self-admitted trouble makers are not the ones to watch as hard.]

Duly noted, then. Any other trouble makers I need to watch out for?

[desertdaggers]

[That in itself is a tactic to avoid being considered as much of a danger. Still, he's not considered stealing from anyone of the Plane very seriously- perhaps he could avoid it catching up to him for a while, but eventually… And no point ruining somewhere that's a sort of refuge from the troubles of his own world.

He frowns for a moment, thinking, and shakes his head.]

There's no one who immediately springs to mind. Rail mentioned explosives, but he seemed pleasant enough. [If perhaps not the most understanding of the bonds between people.] Some of the others might know more.

…though it might be best to keep cautious of the people who run this place. Some of them may mean well, but others…

[filsdeliberte]

Well, anyone who experiments on humans like this is certainly more than a touch unhinged.

[He reaches into his jacket pocket to take out the information brochure. Holding it open to Hawk and pointing to the 'Who is in charge?' section he asks,]

How up to date is this information?

[desertdaggers]

Mm.

[He reaches out to take hold of the paper, leaning forward to read the part Canada's pointing out.]

Ah. It's not that up to date, unfortunately. Meredith's still around, I believe, but the others… I haven't heard anything about the twins or Keys since, but I believe Grey is deceased. There's another man, called Kross- he ran a sale of the store's items a while back. Some of the others bought items from him; you'd have to ask them about details. And… there was a researcher, a lady by the name of Laith Kolter, who said she was taking measurements of us. I couldn't say what for, though.

[filsdeliberte]

I see. This is far more out of date that I ever thought.

[Once Hawk is done he takes a pen from his jacket pocket and makes some notes in the margins of the brochure.]

Thank you. Anything else horribly out of date in this?

[desertdaggers]

You're going to update it, then?

Hmm… well, some of the people who've been here longer should be able to fill you in on experiments and mergers; I can't say that I've noticed any of those myself. Other than that… I don't know who Nathan is, though I may simply not yet have met him, of course, and I think there are a few more things that'd been brought to the Plane since. Like the movie theatre.

[filsdeliberte]

[He nods as he continues making notes, then when done looks up with a small smile.]

I wasn't thinking of it, but I suppose I could if it needs to be done...
It would take me a long time to gather the most accurate and relevant information though, I imagine. Especially if I have to find many people to interview. [He glances over to the vast Astral Plane to complete that thought.]

[desertdaggers]

[Hawk follows that gaze, and nods.]

I think some of the others could probably fill in most of the blanks, but… it couldn't hurt to check with everyone. Maybe it'd be best to divide up the task of interviewing people.

[filsdeliberte]

[Yes, delegation is often a good thing.]

I imagine it would be. Is there any clue as to the current number of people who can come here?

[desertdaggers]

Beyond asking how many people everyone knows? I don't know, I'm afraid.

[filsdeliberte]

I see. That's all right, then. Nothing like word of mouth.
How many people do you know?

[desertdaggers]

Mm. I think… [he frowns, thinking.] Around fifteen or so… but I haven't seen some of them in a while.

[filsdeliberte]

Still, that is a fair amount. Would you be willing to lend me a hand, Monsieur Hawk?

[desertdaggers]

Of course! I can't imagine an updated version wouldn't be useful for everyone.