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Jane Eyre inna bar. Accompanied by her embroidery, as she is afraid she is getting quite horribly out of practice. She is also accompanied by her tea, unsurprisingly.

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"Indeed they are, especially when you do not have them."
Jane refuses to speak more in detail about the matter.
"I think it wqould be an excelent idea to be better acquainted. I am from rural Northern England, the year 1848."

"There seem to be rather a lot of people in the bar from England," says Amy. "I'm from a country called Phantasmorania, which probably doesn't exist in your world, but it's sort of near France. And . . . our years don't translate exactly, it's the twenty-fifth year of the reign of King Hulderbrand, but I'm probably from sometime before you. I seem to be from some time before most people."

A pause, while she rethreads her needle.

"And what do you do, in England?"

Jane thinks this over carefully, and is mostly certain that France borders Spain, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany and Italy, but no Phantasmagoria.
"I suspect so as well. Yet I think that we are more alike with our worlds than many here.
"As to myself I am... was a governess. I am no longer. I am not entirely sure at this moment. I am simply here."

"Oh, dear," says Amy, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were dead, I'm afraid."

Jane opens her eyes wide.
"No, I did noot mean that at all! I simply am....unemployed. Of my own volition. I am Bound here, as i cannot get back to my time. But I do not think I am dead. Not yet."

[ooc: Can we slowtime? Damn classes...]

"Oh, dear," says Amy. "Now I'm even more sorry, Jane. I just . . . Well, I should know better than to assume anything here, really. And it's certainly possible to be Bound and not dead. I'm Bound, and I have no intention of dying any time soon."

[ooc: Of course! Good night!]

"No, it is alright. I suppose it is a legitimate assumption with my ambiguity. You would aldso not be the first to make assumptions. Although I would like not to make assumptions abot yourself. What were you brefore coming here?"
The question is asked lightly; Jane fully expects the woman to be quite ordinary, a governess or factory worker or married, or somesuch mundane career.

Amy is completely, totally, and thoroughly Ordinary. She's just also royalty.

"Well," she says, thoughtfully, "immediately before I came here I worked as a kitchen maid. In the palace in Ambergeldar."

Of course, she doesn't look remotely like a kitchen maid these days, and she knows it.

Jane looks at her critically. While she is by no means beautiful, she lacks the roughness of the kitchen staff that she had known, growing up at Lowood and at Thornfield. She asks carefully, "What did you do before that?"

"Before that," says Amy, "I lived with my parents."

There's a pause while she cuts a thread.

"My parents are the king and queen of Phantasmorania."

Jane blinks, surprised.
"The king and queen? Of your country?"
Jane's features remained fixed in surprise, complete with rapid blinking.
"You do not act like a princess. Not that I have met a princess before you."

Amy smiles, and shrugs. "Well, I'm a very Ordinary sort of Princess, really. But most of the royalty here is fairly . . ." she pauses, looking for the right word. "Well, we're not terribly regal, for the most part. My adopted brother is a king, and he runs the stables."

Another pause, and then a grin.

"And we all seem to be very fond of tea."

Jane nods.
"Yes, tea. I rather like tea as well. Shall I get you some?" Her words trip over themselves, in her haste to be useful or something like it.

"That would be lovely," says Amy, serenely, "if you'll join me. Tea is one of the most important things here at Milliways, after all."

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