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[spiritofadventure]

[Onto the Plane steps - yes, steps - a young woman whom some may recall from that one time the Plane was letting any old foggie in. It only takes Castor a second to recognize her surroundings, and she’s quick to take stock of where she is and what’s immediately around her....which is a whole lot of nothing.]

Alright, once I can chalk up to a bad dream but this is a little ridiculous. Why am I in the sky again?

[She quickly begins to check herself over, muttering as she does so.]

‘M not feverish, head’s fine, no aches, no blood, stomach’s alright... So I’m not sick, not poisoned, not concussed, and not bleeding out. Well, there go the easy answers. Spell? Nah, I’d notice by now...

[Almost as an afterthought, she pats herself twice more.]

And definitely not dreaming. Good job, Castor - you’ve gotten yourself into a right mess this time.

[She looks around a little more, wondering why the place isn’t as full as last time, and eventually brings her hands up to her mouth.]

HEY! HELLOOOO??? ANYONE HERE? [And when she doesn’t get an answer, her hands drop to her hips and she makes something of a face] Tch, just my luck huh? Alright, what did Fire-head say last time...something about a plane? Middle world...? Bah! [Castor shakes her head, finally looking back down at herself.] Well, I’m dressed and have my pack. I suppose I’ve been in worse situations, but I’d feel a little better if Leda were around...

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[grip_on_reality]

[she smirks wryly] More like it doesn't give the right sort of information. But you can take a look at that one next, if you like.

Ether? [she raises a curious eyebrow] I've never 'eard of that, but we 'aven't seen any controls. I don't know what sort of machine it is--but I doubt it's anything I'd recognise. [she pauses, wondering exactly why Castor asked that question. did something seem familiar to her? or is it just that ether is the only sort of machine she knows about?] Does it seem like this "ether" to you?

[spiritofadventure]

Well, now you've made me curious. [But she takes a paper copy, tucking it into her sash to read later.]

Well, I've never seen ether machines that can do this, but my friend Allistair studies them. Maybe we just haven't found the right ones yet!

[grip_on_reality]

[she shrugs] Suppose you never know. [but she has a feeling once Castor has seen more of what the Plane can do, she might lose some of that optimism. still, no need to attempt to crush it now] Anything else you want to know?

[spiritofadventure]

Hmm, let me go through these, and if I need you, I'll shout. [She doesn't want to sit on Menzies' attention for no good reason, after all.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she nods] Sounds like a plan. See you around, then. [after a beat, she adds:] Oh, and good luck.

[after all, she figures anyone who comes to the Plane could use it. but, her duty to the new resident done, she waves as she turns and heads off]

[spiritofadventure]

Oh oh!! [Castor patters after her quickly, before Menzies goes.] Is there somewhere you usually haunt? In case I need to find you?

[grip_on_reality]

[at the sound of Castor following, Menzies turns, surprised--but she's amused by the question. she supposes this means she's made a good first impression, at least] Ah, the bar, usually. Sometimes the library. [and she gives Castor another nod]

[spiritofadventure]

The bar or the library, huh? Okay! Gotcha. If I need you, I'll find you.