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[A young man stumbles onto the Plane and freezes. He seems to be in awe. His eyes are wide as he looks around and he is still as he adjusts to the strangeness. He's dressed in a rather medieval peasant way or at least what the BBC thinks medieval peasants look like.

But after the initial moment of fear and surprise, after a pause, Merlin smiles brightly.] Oh, this is...this is beautiful. I mean, really...really beautiful. I've never seen anything like it... [His voice becomes softer.] It feels like magic. Definitely looks it.

[Then he clears his throat and calls out.] Hello? Is anyone here? Uhm... Whoever did this, you can come out. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk, promise. [After a beat.] Please? Look, just...if you need me, we'll talk, yeah? Whatever it is. You've got me now, so why not come out?

[He waits! Unsure of really what is happening but distracted by the shiny stars.]

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[amused] That's a surprisingly peaceful response to being abducted.

[Merlin turns towards Braxiatel.] I suppose so? It's not exactly going to get me anywhere to shout at them. I might as well see what they want. Are you part of them?

No, no, not at all. I'm like you; I'm here under their... request. It isn't exactly duress, given the freedoms allowed. And I wouldn't say it's necessarily magic.

Irving Braxiatel, by the way. How do you do?

[Oh look. Someone wearing a slightly oversized pink sweater and skirt and hiking boots happens to be wandering by. She tilts her head at him, and offers a] Wherever they are.

Oh, I'm Merlin. I wasn't saying it's magic. Just...I mean, I don't know much about it but this seems pretty magical.

[Merlin is a bit confused by her appearance but decides not to say anything about that.] I'm sorry? Where are they?

Are you really? What an uncommon name.

[the slowness of his last words is waved off with a hand] But the possibility remains that this is scientific. Or a combination of science and magic, or perhaps even some third power my people learned no name for.

[Hush. She is very fashionable.]

Didn't say I knew.

[Idly, as he thinks over what Braxiatel said.] Is it? I guess it is. Never heard another 'Merlin.'

Sorry. I guess so, just I've never seen science do anything like this.

Right, yeah, sorry. I guess you didn't. [Awkward!] I'm Merlin. Are you all right? [Because she looks a little...odd.]

No, perhaps not. This may seem a funny question, but you're from Albion. Correct? Maybe even Camelot?

[He looks rather surprised.] Yeah. I mean, Ealdor originally. I've sort of...moved to Camelot. How'd you guess that?

[A little blankly, like she doesn't quite understand the question:] All right.

[Who even is.]

[This did not help awkward feeling.] Right... Good, I mean, that's good. [A beat.] It's nice to meet you. I guess you were brought here, too?

Yes.

[Beat.

And then she remembers a few manners and niceties.]

River.

Does it now? Looks can be deceiving though, can they not? There is only residual magic here, boy.

[hello, Merlin, have a Doctor!] Nope, not magic! Just a fair bit of advanced technology, far as I can tell. Not that I'm much of an expert when it comes to magic, mind you -- that's more my companion's area of expertise.

{look more magic}

You will find that the ones that "have you," as you say, are unlikely to come meet you.

Puzzled.] River? Where? -Oh! Oh, your name, right? [He's more embarrassed now.] Sorry, that's a nice name. Nice to meet you, River.

[Have Firesong, dressed in robes that are even more elaborate than usual ,with his firebird cradled in his arms.] It has to be some sort of magic, but it is a type that I am not familiar with. At least it doesn't appear to be harmful, only confusing.

[He's a little cautious and yet trusting, because you look like a druid! Damn conflicting feelings.] Is there? I guess I wouldn't know. But you...can tell that sort of thing?

Okay.

[Slightly shy, pleased sort of grin!]

Oh, uh, right. Me neither. Just a a guess, really. But it doesn't seem like anything science could do either.

Just a lucky guess. Don't worry about being late going back to Camelot. While you're here, no time will pass there.

That seems a bit rude. If they're going to come get me, they could at least say why.

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