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[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[Peony came to the Plane to escape council meetings. In his wandering, he came across the batting cages, and is now struggling to figure out what they are and how they work. He hits the pitching machine with the bat to see if that does anything, and then jumps back, to the left of the machine, as balls start flying out. He's holding the bat like a sword, and still staring at the entire thing with curiosity, watching the balls fly from the machine to the back of the cage.]

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[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Is that all it is? Hell, I can do that.

[he takes the bat, mimicking her grip and stance. He swings and misses the first few, but he does connect with a few too, and seems to be getting the hang of it around the last few pitches.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she laughs, amused at his antics] There, you've got it now!

[as he's doing that, she looks him up and down, taking in his odd clothing and jewelry] So where are you from, then? Or should I be asking "when"?

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Probably where. The only people here who seem to even know my planet are people I all ready know, so I figure it's not the norm.

Auldrant? Malkuth? Grand Chokmah? Any of those things sound like something you'd know?

[grip_on_reality]

Ah...no. I'm from Earth. Ever heard of it? We tend to get a lot of...visitors...from other places, but I haven't got out much, myself.