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realityshifted2010-03-01 10:29 pm
collector) wrote in realityshifted2010-03-01 10:29 pm
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The Invisible City of Kitezh
[rather than ask any questions, Braxiatel has explored the place, seemingly at home, and has acquired for himself a glass of some amber drink]
[also, he is holding a black and white tabby cat]
[under his breath] I'm available by appointment. I wish people would realize that. [scratches the cat under the chin for a moment, as cats make certain demands that cannot be refused]
[when the cat is content, Braxiatel looks around, expectant] Well? Some species or subspecies of greeting would be appreciated. I admit, I find requirements for visiting this place very curious. Professor Bernice Summerfield, archaeologist and adventuress, is not invited—though I'm sure she would appreciate the glaring anachronisms if not the blatant disregard for standard spacial mapping—and Joseph, though I flatter myself, is too advanced in his programming to arbitrarily shut down on arriving elsewhere. And yet Wolsey is permitted to join me. I didn't realise his security clearance was meant to match mine.
Unfortunately, Wolsey isn't very good with ontological mysteries, and he hasn't the luxury of my Prydonian vintage to tide him through it. So some answers, if it isn't too much trouble? I promise, I'll reign my wearied scepticism in long for enough to get to the end of an explanation.
[also, he is holding a black and white tabby cat]
[under his breath] I'm available by appointment. I wish people would realize that. [scratches the cat under the chin for a moment, as cats make certain demands that cannot be refused]
[when the cat is content, Braxiatel looks around, expectant] Well? Some species or subspecies of greeting would be appreciated. I admit, I find requirements for visiting this place very curious. Professor Bernice Summerfield, archaeologist and adventuress, is not invited—though I'm sure she would appreciate the glaring anachronisms if not the blatant disregard for standard spacial mapping—and Joseph, though I flatter myself, is too advanced in his programming to arbitrarily shut down on arriving elsewhere. And yet Wolsey is permitted to join me. I didn't realise his security clearance was meant to match mine.
Unfortunately, Wolsey isn't very good with ontological mysteries, and he hasn't the luxury of my Prydonian vintage to tide him through it. So some answers, if it isn't too much trouble? I promise, I'll reign my wearied scepticism in long for enough to get to the end of an explanation.