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Tucked away in a quiet corner - a very quiet corner - is Fuchsia, watching the observation window with interest. No longer is there the awe at the sight as when she first saw it, but it still provides enough entertainment, and the perfect backdrop to let her mind wander.

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Barry sees a young woman peering into space. Confirming that she is not a woman dressed all in white, he moves a bit closer.

"Nice view. The novae seem a bit restive today."

White is for special occasions, as the Law calls for it. Red is more an everyday colour.

She peers up at him, expression guarded, and nods. "It gets more active later in the day."

"Hmmm. Never noticed that. It does seem odd the the dying universe would follow a daily cycle, but then when you live here, odd is a way of life.

"I'm Barry Allen." He extends his hand.

She eyes his hand for a moment and then reaches hers out tentatively.

"Fuchsia."

"Nice to meet you. And sorry if I've confused you with the handshake. Where are you from?" He assumes from her manner that she hasn't seen such a greeting before.

"Gormenghast." She smiles a little, almost shyly. "It's alright, I'm just used to holding mine out first."

The mode of dress and the expectation of her hand extended make Barry think she must be from a medieval time and place.

"I'm afraid I don't know Gormenghast. Is that on Earth?" Time was, he would have asked if it were in Europe, but that is too limiting.

That makes her think for a bit.

"Earth?" She finally asks.

"I guess the answer is no, then.

"What planet is your home on?" He does get the sense that he won't get a good answer, though. He might even be asking the wrong question.

She still looks confused, not necessarily at the question, but at not really knowing how to answer.

"Gormenghast just is." And that's about the best way she can put it.

"That will have to do then." Magical realm? Or just isolated? No matter.

"How long have you been here?"

Isolated works.

"I'm not sure, exactly. A few weeks, perhaps." Fuchsia furrows her brow and tries to remember.

"I know the place can be like that. I spent the first few weeks I here losing days left and right. And it's pretty confusing beyond that.

"I hope you've settled in by now. But if not, I could try to be of some help. A small part of my job, I think, is helping lost patrons." Barry taps his badge, though whether she knows what it means is anyone's guess.

Fuchsia smiles up at him again.

"I seem to be doing alright so far, but I will think of you if I have any problems. Thank you."

"That's all we ask. Though if you see anyone with a badge, we can all help." Assuming anyone is left duty, he thinks with a bit of frustration.

"Were you a student at home?"

"A student?" She laughs, a rare sound. "Oh no. My brother was supposed to be the scholar, but not even he liked school."

"And how did you pass the time?" Barry couhces this in the past tense only because she seems disconnected from things, not because he suspects she's dead.

"Oh, I had some duties to perform. There was always a ceremony to attend." She absently twirls a lock of dark hair around her fingers. "And I loved walking inthe woods."

"Have you explored the woods here yet? They can be quite nice, though I hope you've been warned about the demon bunnies." And just saying that makes Barry feel silly. "Really."

"Demon bunnies?" Fuchsia's eyes widen at the thought.

"No, I haven't been outside. Yet. It's snowy."

"This place can be very strange. And the demon bunnies are actually not nearly as odd as some of the people." Which makes him smile but also reminds him of how harsh the oddness can be.

"It's not so bad, so far, though I haven't met many people." One person, one skull, to be exact.

"It takes time. And there don't seem to be that many people your age around of late. But I would just give it some time.

"Anyway, I think I should see what else is going on here. But it was nice meeting you." Barry looks around, just a bit nervous about certain things.

"Thank you, I will. It was lovely to mee tyou too."

The nervousness, if even noticed, goes unmentioned.

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