Entrez vous.

[filsdeliberte]

[He thought it'd be 'one of those days' when it'd started with the hazy realization that he'd had a horrible nightmare. Worse than the nightmares about Newfoundland. Even worse than the nightmares about England. Perhaps he should have just stayed home, but there's no use regretting.

He stands in the midst of the starfield - the Astral Plane - and after carefully looking around him reaches into his pocket for his phone. As expected there is no signal, but it still seems to be working otherwise. He dearly would like to know if America has found his way here as well, but he resists the urge to call despite no bars, or to call out. With a wan smile he huffs softly to himself.]

It's not like I need him to sort this for me.

[Pocketing the phone again he looks up to see an information kiosk has appeared not too far away. He approaches it, eager to know more about this place. When prompted by the sign he speaks up,]

Help, please. [Although it is all automated, it doesn't hurt to be polite.]

[He reads Broderick Naismith's brochure twice, then folds it up and places it in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he speaks softly to himself- a habit he will tell you helps him organize his thoughts.]

I like experiments well enough, but not so much being in them. Still, it would be rather interesting to meet people from other worlds... Science fiction has become reality. [He pauses for a long moment as his mind wanders through the possibilities.] There would be so much I could learn. And seeing as time has stopped back home – or I will be returned to the same time – there are no worries about something happening there... It wouldn't be good for me to be away from home for long though, no matter the time shenanigans going on.

Yes. Then, let's see who I can find.

Comments

[desertdaggers]

[America on the Plane would no doubt be a sight to behold.]

That's true.

Well… I'm not sure it covers everyone. I don't have one myself… But it's worth trying.

[filsdeliberte]

[He grins.] Everything is worth a shot, eh?

If I may ask though, why don't you have a mailbox?

[desertdaggers]

Exactly!

Ah… well, right now, I'm not at home. And it looks like I'll be travelling for a while…

[filsdeliberte]

[Canada tilts his head a moment, processing that. Wait a sec-!]

Eh? You mean, the mail from the Plane goes to your home in your reality?

[desertdaggers]

That's how it sounds. I haven't really had anyone need to send me mail. As far as I know, at least.

[filsdeliberte]

I see.

[He sighs and wracks a hand through his hair, tugging slightly on one lock before letting his hand fall to his side again.]

I've opened quite the barrel of monkeys by stepping through that door, eh?

I'll have to think about that for myself then, although I have the feeling that the pros may outweigh the cons for now.

So how might I get a hold of you again, so we can exchange notes on this project?

[desertdaggers]

Mm. Just have to see, I suppose.

Well… I fear there may not be a better way than hoping we run into each other here. I suppose we could leave a message for each other, in an easily identifiable place… the trouble is whether the others would disturb such a message or not.

[filsdeliberte]

Or if one of the people overseeing this place would tamper with it...

You're right, I suppose there is no better way for now. [Another sigh. (He worries. It's what he does.) But then his expression lightens.]

In any case, I thank you very much for your help with this, Hawk. I'm sure that we will compile some very useful information.

[desertdaggers]

True.

Maybe we can think of something to deal with that at some point too.

Definitely. We'll both do out best. [and he holds out a hand to shake on it.]

[filsdeliberte]

[He grips the hand firmly and gives it a good, diplomatically-perfect shake. (He's had lots of practice.)]

I look forward to working with you.

[desertdaggers]

[his is rather less practised, but still firm.]

Same here!