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There... well, there was supposed to be a dance party, one run with Wagstaff the ghoul's help. The oldest teenager in post-nuclear America had agreed to set up everything as soon as he'd heard the first few notes of the first record Ellen brought back from the Bar (a Marvin Gaye recording highly recommended by Sam Wilson). He'd drawn a heck of an audience. People had been gathered and had started taking interest. It had been on track to being absolutely fantastic, and for a few minutes Ellen had been just sure the Brotherhood was going to win over enough people to win the Blood Prince over through popular acclaim.

And then the sirens had gone off. Ellen hadn't even know Philly still had operational sirens.

And then one of the Blood Prince's ice gangers had barreled into the milling party crowd to demand answers as to who these people in the red and black Brotherhood armor were...

... this was supposed to be the room with the Brotherhood delegation's radio setup in it, back in Philly. Not the Bar.

"Oh, crumbs, not now!"

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"It seems to sneak up on you, doesn't it?" A young lad in armour at the bar comments a little shyly, seeing that she looks alarmed.

Ellen runs one gauntleted hand- it might've been a dance party, but armor is as close as she gets to a dress uniform- through her hair in frustration. "This wasn't where I was supposed to go," she says. "At all. Maybe some other time, but not now..."

She glances over at the young man. "It grabbed you too, huh?"

"Yeah, twice now." Auxin says. "I lost my suspect last time when I got out."

"Oh dear." Ellen grimaces. "Are you a detective?"

'Suspect' implies one of two professions, neither of which really exists any more back home.

"Just a lance-constable." the sixteen-year-old says. "I haven't done much detectoring yet."

[ooc: Sorry, typo!]

"A-" Ellen frowns a little, thinking. "I'm not sure what that is- I mean, I know 'corporal', but we don't have that rank where I come from. Lance-corporal, I mean."

[OOC: no worries! Sorry I took so long to get back to this.]

"I think it's a polite term for dogsbody." Auxin says.

Ellen winced. "I don't know that one either," she admits, a bit hopelessly. "Is... Is it anything like being an Initiate? Or a Squire, maybe?"

"It's like... the new bloke who has to clean the cells."

"Like an Initiate, then," Ellen says. "The squirrel are usually younger than that. It's like the Security team here, I guess? Since you mentioned cells."

"Yeah, your cells are much posher though." Auxin says. "I tried to nick one of them when I didn't know where I was so he made me sit in one for an hour while I read the leaflet."

"That happens a lot," Ellen says. "Getting confused about the place the first time, I mean. At least you didn't wind up hiding under a table like I did."

"To be honest, that might have been less embarrassing." Auxin admits wryly. "But at least nobody at home noticed me sort of disappear for a second."

"True, that helps." Ellen smiles. "Is it a little easier to deal with the place now, at least?"

"Second time? Well, at least I'm not worried about my suspect getting away. Does it get easier?"

"Eventually," Ellen says. "Especially once you learn how to come here on purpose, especially if you need backup or medical help."

"How do you get here on purpose?"

Ellen gestures to the Bar. "Get something small from this place and carry it with you," she says. "When you want to come here, hold onto it, think of the Bar, and step through a doorway. Ideally, without anyone else too close by."

"Oh, that sounds like it could be useful, thanks." Auxin says.

~~And his mun has been here over a decade and totally didn't know you could do that~~

"Yeah the first time it was a bit weird. I sort of bounced backwards, and because I'd just jumped through a pane of glass, then I got thumped in the nose."

"Oh, I'm Auxin by the way."

~~The most commonly suggested items tend to be either matchbooks or napkins, but beer mats and bottlecaps come up from time to time too.~~

That gets a wince. "I hope you didn't get cut up too badly," she says. "It's good to meet you, Auxin. My name's Ellen."

"Oh no, I was okay. My sarge was pleased that I managed to arrest the guy that hit me without stopping to bleed."

Bar provides him with a button, which is probably something he has a fair chance of not getting thrown out by his mother by mistake doing his laundry.

"It's nice to meet you too Ellen."

"That must have been an interesting explanation," Ellen says. "I mean, if you did explain. Sometimes it's hard to tell people back home without sounding crazy or getting in trouble."

"No, I didn't tell anyone." Auxin says. "I didn't know where to start."

"Probably wise. It's not really the kind of thing people are equipped to handle unless they're already aware of the place, I think."

"People get nervous about other dimensions. Things with tentacles tend to come out of them."

Ellen has to think about that for a minute.

"It's been a while since I was in that one battle," she finally says, "but that... sounds about right. Or giant bird things, I'm almost sure I remember those."

"There was a plague of wire trollies a few years back." Auxin says. "They were rather useful."

"Wire- oh, yes, the little things with wheels?" Ellen says. "I've seen those. Ancient ones, I mean, there haven't been new ones in hundreds of years- they leak across dimensions?"

"Well these seemed to be sort of alive."

"... huh," says Ellen. "That's... huh."

More consideration.

"The ones I've seen were all pretty thoroughly dead, I know that much."

"I kind of miss them, before they turned into things that tried to kill people." Auxin says. "I used one for the deliveries - my dad runs a greengrocer's, and I still have to help out."

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"Seems like sooner or later nearly everything gets turned into things that try to kill people," Ellen says. "I'm glad they seem to have stopped coming after you, at least. Even if the useful ones aren't around any more."

"Yeah, you win some you lose some." Auxin nods. "The cart I usually use is heavier but the wheels are a bit more reliable."

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