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Quinn hasn't taken care of the horse this morning, because every time he's gone out to the stable- every time- he's run across that... thing. You know. The one that looks like a dragon had its wicked way with an innocent horse.

... he doesn't take well to thestrals.

Tonight, or at least this evening, he's going to give it another go. Right now, though, he's still in the Bar, going over the maps he's drawn from memory of the geographical and geological features around the castle. That might be useful soon.

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"So.... where's that?" A tall man in red beind him is peeking over his shoulder at the maps.

Quinn glances up; he's about used to that kind of question by now. "The grounds around Alnwick Castle," he says. "It's in Northumberland, near the old A1 motorway. In England."

... oh, wait. Milliways.

"On Earth."

"Ah, got it! There sure are a lot of people from Earth... what year is it to you?"

Nevermind that Vash is from, like, a millenia in the future.

"2020," Quinn says. "I seem to be a bit ahead of most of the other Earthlings, though. Yourself?"

"Weeeeeell... I'm not really from Earth, per se... more like... 3050 or so. Lost track of the relative Earth calendar a long time ago. I mean, we left at least... well, more than 120 years ago, I know that much."

Quinn nods. "Further along than Captain Reynolds, then," he says. "He's from 2519. And he calls it Earth-that-Was. Hullo, stranger. My name's Quinn. Who're you?"

Vash finally comes around the table to look Quinn face to face. "Hiya Quinn, I'm Vash. And we still call it Earth... we just, uh... had to abandon it. Ran out of resources, and we moved to a desert world I think of as Gunsmoke."

"About what happened to Earth in Captain Reynolds' world," Quinn muses. "At least, the way he described it. Gunsmoke, huh? Can't say I've heard of that one yet."

"Doesn't seem like anyone here has. I guess that's a good thing, though--it's kind of just one big desert. Not a lot better, but when you crash somewhere, you've got to do your best, you know?"

[ooc: relatives just arrived, gotta run... slowtime?}

"Don't I know it," Quinn mutters. "Beggars can't be choosers- survive where you can."

(OOC: No problemo!)

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