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Entrance Post
[Pre-Milliways]
The door opens into a brightly lit space. Tristran Thorn is almost hesitant to take a step forward in case he ends up falling to his peril instead of finding his feet on firm ground. But he does it anyway because curiousity gets the better of him. The door closes behind him in a mysterious sort of way. He turns briefly to look over his shoulder, then his attention is brought back to the main room.
The warm chunk of wax in his hand is momentarily forgotten; all the young man in strange crimson and canary and russet cloth has on his mind is, where am I?, what is this place? and did the candle really bring me here?
He looks around and is very confused, but he has to admit, once his heart has resumed a more regular beat, that the atmosphere is rather pleasant, really.
Though it doesn't keep him from standing stock-still in his spot, looking rather out-of-place and foolish.
The door opens into a brightly lit space. Tristran Thorn is almost hesitant to take a step forward in case he ends up falling to his peril instead of finding his feet on firm ground. But he does it anyway because curiousity gets the better of him. The door closes behind him in a mysterious sort of way. He turns briefly to look over his shoulder, then his attention is brought back to the main room.
The warm chunk of wax in his hand is momentarily forgotten; all the young man in strange crimson and canary and russet cloth has on his mind is, where am I?, what is this place? and did the candle really bring me here?
He looks around and is very confused, but he has to admit, once his heart has resumed a more regular beat, that the atmosphere is rather pleasant, really.
Though it doesn't keep him from standing stock-still in his spot, looking rather out-of-place and foolish.
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He smiles. "Quite far from your home I think."
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Immediately his mind associates the queen's name to Victoria Forester, whom he had gone on this confounded quest for in the first place.
He clumsily takes a small gulp of his shandy and begins to choke, coughing embarassedly.
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"Ah, not so different then. A little before my time I think."
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"Sorry about that..." he begins, clearing his throat. "It's just I was suddenly reminded of why I'm so far from my home in the first place." He closes his eyes for a moment then opens them. "You're not on a quest of your own, are you?"
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"No problem. Can't have you choking."
He shakes his head. "Not as such. Unless you count life in general. A quest to heal, to learn." To recover
"What is your quest?"
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But he stops and shakes his head. "Unfortunately, I'm not sure how I'm going to get to it now that my candle's gone out."
He twists around in his seat to gain access to the bag that had been draped over his shoulder and reaches in to grab the familiar mound of wax. He pulls it out and shows Guppy. The little blackened wick is barely even there.
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"That's the universe ending." he adds. "It resets every half hour or so."
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He gets some matches from Bar. "Now let's see about this candle of yours."
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