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[truth_is_cold]

[Gaheris doesn't remember the plane when he steps onto it, either thanks to the machine or the events that have passed. The murder of his captain. The passing of a whole 300 years in an instant. The Plane, if it was this version of Gaheris that was ever on it, feels like a distant memory.

So he gets this confusion all over again.] Every time I think I'm getting used to the universe it finds at least one other way to be utterly perplexing. [He stares down at the lack-of-floor, before walking over to the kiosk and collecting his information with an aggrieved, long-suffering sigh.]

Now, all I need to find are the size-altering consumables with appropriate directions, wherever they've been left. [He folds the pamphlet after a quick perusal and tucks it into his leather vest.] Is there anyone here?

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[inhumanity]

Hello. [The face is--friendly? It's smiling!] Are you new?

[truth_is_cold]

[That is a somewhat concerning smile, but like a true champion he doesn't allow that concern to reach his face. This is a considerable feat, mind you.]

Yes. And I presume you are not. Or at least more familiar with it than I am.

[inhumanity]

Only a little. If you're looking for drugs, there is a bootlegging robot around.

[truth_is_cold]

They're typically not a thing I particularly seek out, but I'll keep that in mind. [A Flash addicted ex-girlfriend who he's still fretting over certainly hasn't helped that case.] At the moment, I'm not certain what I am looking for.

[Anything, really.]

[inhumanity]

That won't make it easy to find anything. I'll wait while you decide.

[truth_is_cold]

[He has to rub the bridge of his nose because... the sudden introduction of alternate universes and slightly confusing people with more than slightly terrifying grins telling you where to find drugs is a little more than he expected this morning.

But his hand moves to his temple and he just looks faintly perplexed.] What's not in the pamphlet? Besides the robot's commercial ventures, that is.

[inhumanity]

It didn't have a map or a catalogue of the plants in the forest. But that's forgivable, since the buildings move around, and nature can never truly be catalogued. [That was probably a sincere effort to be helpful.] You might get better results if you tell me what you care to know about.

[Incidental fact: the generally omnipresent trace smell of blood is more present than usual today.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Does anyone here have experience with genocide. Well, that seems like a poor way to introduce one's self. Especially to someone with that particular scent, as they may take it as an invitation.] Ancient weaponry is an interest of mine. What are the technology levels that we have access to here?

[inhumanity]

[Oh is Rhade asking the wrong person.] I don't really know. I suppose if you can find someone with the kind of technology you want, you can get it. When it comes to that sort of thing, isn't ancient fairly relative?

[Demonstrating the point, Christopher's gunblade is out, and he is thoughtfully tapping it against his chin. (Do not try at home.)]

[fallbythesword]

It's possible that the universe changes when people have figured it out. [Jacqli smirks a little bit.] I'm not sure about size-altering consumables, though. That sounds... dangerous, if interesting.

[truth_is_cold]

I've yet to encounter any "Eat me" "Drink me" signs, so I assume I'm safe. [And she gets a brow raise.] Does the pamphlet tell me everything yet nothing simultaneously?

[This is what he's expecting. It doesn't seem like the type of place that can be explained in a pamphlet.]

[fallbythesword]

Of course it does. Besides the fact that there's more to this place than could probably be written about - let alone in a pamphlet - they were made by fellow visitors. Not the ones in charge. [She shrugs a shoulder.] I still don't know much about this place. But I haven't been here as long as some others.

[truth_is_cold]

I'm a little new to the idea of just hopping from one universe to the other. [An understatement, but he sees a lot of potential there. At least for buying time.

He wonders how point blank he should be.]

What sort of medical technology is accessible here? Are you able to take things back to your native universe?

[fallbythesword]

If someone from another world can bring it here for you, then it's accessible to you. That includes taking it back with you. [Very brief pause.] What are you looking for?

[truth_is_cold]

[He's trying not to get too hopeful. After all the setbacks he's encountered, he wants to believe that there's still a chance, though it's looking increasingly dim.

Not that he'll admit it in front of the non!Dylan.]

I have a crew member who is infested with a kind of parasite. We have nanobots in our infirmary, but our physician is somewhat limited and even the ship's AI has difficulty in extracting them from the most healthy of individuals. This crew member doesn't... exactly have the best constitution.

[fallbythesword]

[She's not sure what nanobots are, but she's read enough science fiction from her world to piece together what that means. AI, though? She's familiar with that much. Something that would pose that much difficulty for an AI... She frowns.]

There's nothing that advanced in my world, unless song magic could trump a thing like nanobots. Since I've never heard of nanobots, I couldn't say for sure.

[truth_is_cold]

[His brows pop right up.] Song... magic?

[grip_on_reality]

There are probably more people about than you'd expect.

[she walks over to join him at the kiosk, smirking at the reference] So, I take it your name's Alice?

[truth_is_cold]

Another literary reference. [Just the slightest smirk.] Gaheris, actually. Gaheris Rhade. [Though he refrains from his Pride name. Other than those on Tarazed, his opinions on Nietzscheans at the moment are profoundly negative.

He extends a hand to Menzies in greeting.] And you are?

[grip_on_reality]

Nice to meet you. [she gives his hand a firm handshake] Detective Inspector Patricia Menzies. So, I take it you just arrived?

[truth_is_cold]

Yes. [He takes the pamphlet out and motions with it. He's not been very good at conversation for a while- not since Beka left, and not since he's started losing alliances.]

What levels of medical technology are accessible here? Is there anything superior to nanobots? [If he can touch other universes he's going to try to do something with that.]

[grip_on_reality]

Well, I see you've got the introduction well in hand.

[right down to business, then. she can appreciate that, but she frowns at the question. the fact that he's asking for medical technology right out the gate makes her wonder about his home situation. even without knowing him, she doesn't hesitate to share what she knows about that]

You'll 'ave to ask around. Nanobots aren't really accessible where I'm from--[only from alien visitors, at any rate]--but there are plenty people 'ere who are technologically past my city. You might try the Doctor--he wears pinstripes and 'as tall hair--or any of the people wandering about in full armour.

You probably read in there. [she gestures at the pamphlet] The people who run this place have access to special technology, but good luck getting them to share any of it. I wouldn't recommend it.

[truth_is_cold]

Full armor? [This could mean any number of things, and he raises a brow.] I don't suppose that surprises me that they're playing their technology close to their vest. Access to different universes could be potentially dangerous depending on whose hands it's in.

[He doesn't trusts whose hands it's in now, but he needs things.]

[grip_on_reality]

Yeah, you can't miss 'em.

[her expression darkens] That and they're the ones who decided to bring us 'ere in the first place. I doubt they'd want us getting any ideas about what we can do with what they've got.

But like I said, ask around. Some of the others can probably 'elp.

[truth_is_cold]

Is there any reason behind their particular choices? [He's not going to know what to think when he sees people in armor that he's not used to.]