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[Sebastian finally starts his trip to Illyria]

It's good, Sebastian (or Roderigo, or Cesario) has decided, that Antonio came with him. Without him, he would have had to rely on good manners and hospitality to get by -- and while he is well-mannered, and the farmers on the road hospitable, the addition of a few coins has eased their way.

Still, Milliways is a welcome surprise, and he settles himself (still dressed in mourning black, though it's gathered its share of brown from dust and mud) at a bar stool.

"Whatever you wish," he says, and is presented with a bowl of beef panang. It's... orange. He pokes it with the included fork, gingerly.

[ooc: if your character knows Cesario (or Viola), please read Sebastian's profile :)]

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William's also wiping some dust off when he comes in from the front door and at the counter glances over at Sebastian's meal, "What's that meant to be?"

Sebastian looks like someone he's seen around but he can't remember his name.

"Food," Sebastian replies, and smiles at him. "Though whether it is for man intended, I am not certain."

"Sometimes hard to tell here. That fruit?" He tries to make sense of what's on the plate.

Sebastian pokes at the food slightly, revealing meat. "Some stew," he says, and spears the meat to inspect it a moment.

He shrugs, and tries it thoughtfully. Bar has kindly turned the spice level nearly all the way down, so there's only a brief moment of discomfort.

"It's good," he says as his face clears. He turns, and offers the fork to William. "Spiced strangely, but not offensively so."

"Nice, it looks warm. Bar, I'll try that too. I'm William," He offers his hand to Sebastian.

"Roderigo," he says, shaking his hand. "Or Cesario, if you wish it."

"Good to meet you," A similar meal appears before him and he takes a careful bite, "That's kind of nice."

"Where are you from, William?" He asks, after a long thoughtful look at him. "You have the look and voice like those of California."

Maybe he knows werewolves! Or maybe that was just the one town.

"No, that's farther west than me, I'm out in Arizona Territory. Who do you know from California?" He's trying to think of who he knows in Milliways from there.

"... We may not have exchanged names," Sebastian realizes sheepishly, after a few long moments. "His town was beset by werewolves -- he was a small breadth taller than I, and likely closer to your age than mine."

Because Sebastian definitely looks like a grownup.

"Werewolves, don't think I know someone like that," Roderigo looks sort of like William's age though softer than most men he knows.

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"They're some type of man cursed," he says, with a shrug. "I know little of them."

"Me neither, think there used to be more around here. There were signs up around the full moon. Where are you from?"

"Some mid-point 'twixt the coast off Illyria and the city itself," Sebastian says. "Another world entirely from Arizona, as I know it -- past the Pillars of Hercules."

Here it's important to note that Ellen once used this phrase to indicate a distinction of location, unaware that in Sebastian's time it's more of a 'between the realm of the fantastic and the realm of the real' type distinction. Ellen said she was from some new Philadelphia, which Stiles knew of, and William knows of Stiles' California -- it all holds.

"The Pillars of Hercules, I've read about that somewhere," Where it was he can't remember but he liked the phrase.

"I'm not one to ask about books," Sebastian says, and laughs quietly. It's not quite as mournful as it would have been weeks ago, but it's not glad. "My sister could answer it for you -- it's like as not I learned it from her, myself."

"Oh, she's a reader? Is she older or younger than you?"

Sebastian doesn't realize his mistake until William asks.

He takes a moment to breathe, before answering: "Younger, now. Our ship was wrecked, some months ago, and only I survived."

"But -- yes, she was a reader," he adds, as quickly as he can, to ease any awkwardness. "I've heard there is a library here that is larger than any other."

"Hell, I'm sorry. There is, its lovely,"

This sounds familiar, maybe he has met Roderigo before, he knows he's met someone who lost family in a shipwreck.

Sebastian nods, then smiles slightly. "I'm glad of it. Maybe I'll pick it up, if I can find a book to hold my attention. What do you read?"

"Books with adventure in them and sometimes tales of mysteries."

Adventures he understands, even if his father's library didn't stock many. They're fine, though better heard read aloud than read.

"Mysteries?" Sebastian echoes, curious. "Mean you religious tales?"

"No, ones where someone's kidnapped and the detective has to figure out who did it or somethin' stolen or killed."

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Well...that was quick. Okay!

Hal drapes himself familiarly onto the seat next to Viola (because clearly it's Viola) (or rather Cesario) and looks more than a little smug. "Back so soon?"

Yeah, she couldn't stay away from him. He knows how hard it can be.

This guy! Who he apparently knows! Sebastian is vaguely comforted by the fact that he made so many friends while too delirious to remember, but also somewhat discomfited.

"Was I to be gone long?" he asks, after a moment, though he's genial as well as quizzical.

"Why--to be sure thou didst give no set date. But from thy somber looks, thy long face at the parting, I did think 'twould be some time."

(okay so maybe there weren't really somber looks and a long face, but that's just because viola was putting on a brave front)

Well that's awfully familiar. Hal's likely to see the surprise at getting thou'd, though he smooths it out as quickly as he can.

How much has he forgotten?

"We recall it differently," he says, though he's a bit fuzzy about how their last conversation ended.

He sees the surprise--and takes it for silent commentary on his embellishment of events. Well fine, Viola, be a stickler for the truth. He'll just make a face back! And be Super Offended (lol).

"Dost call me liar to my face? Wouldst slight mine honor?"

Sebastian can't help it -- even with the confusion, he laughs.

"It would be cruel, to do so to a man who's naught but shown himself a friend," he admits. "Wouldst call me cruel?"

"Never. Well--once in a while, for thou hast an impish wit about thee. But I'll not call thee cruel when thou hast come back to us here sooner than I had dared to look for."

No, seriously--he may have been smirking earlier, but he means it now. It's nice to have you back, Viola. "And how hast thou fared abroad? Well?"

[OOC: I AM TAGGING UP, but I am still pretty fuzzy, so please tell me if tags don't work! Especially as Sebastian is getting Suspicious

also he feels awkward and bad for not remembering Hal]

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Sebastian is starting to feel incredibly guilty. Clearly this man and he are very good friends... and then impish wit catches up to him.

That's odd.

"Hold a minute," he says quietly. "I must consider this."

"Consider...?"

He searches Viola's face and his own smile falters. Is it that illness come around again? He'd thought she had escaped with only a bad cold, not with the hallucinatory fever that had affected him; but maybe not. "Are you not come from service at the court?"

Oh, it's Cesario! Joly would normally greet him very cheerfully, but: there's all that black. Still, Cesario's from another country, maybe it doesn't mean anything...quite as serious as it would in Joly's France? But his first instinct is a more subdued greeting, at least.

"Cesario, it's good to see you again. Have you been well?" ...In however long Milliways time has made it since they've seen each other?

Oh! Some other guy he apparently knows.

Sebastian smiles at him, as glad to see a strange but friendly face as he can be in his somewhat somber mood. "I have -- my health has improved markedly, though the Bar yet plies me with foreign stews. And you?"

Joly smiles a little. "She does that. I think she likes to challenge us." But there's an obvious matter of importance here, first. "You were--ill? Or injured? I know the last time we spoke was before the fever broke out, but..." But he hadn't seen Cesario during that, or heard of him being ill. He waits now, to let Cesario fill in whatever information he wants.

"A fever," Sebastian latches onto, with some relief. "I seem to have lost much of what I knew of this place." Including your name! And your... you-ness. He hesitates, and instead of admitting that adds: "But I do improve," somewhat hopefully.

If Joly had met him in the months previous, it would be clear this is true -- however, he's not wholly well, and traveling by foot for the first time in months has exhausted him more than it would have when he was.

Joly winces with sympathy and more than a little concern. He hasn't seen anyone really badly afflicted by the odd mind-shifting fever of Milliways, but he's seen enough patients lose memories-sometimes precious ones-- from more mundane things.

"Well, it's good to hear you're recovering, though I hope you're not pushing yourself. Here, let me introduce myself again, since a fever's as good as a year between meetings!" And then whoever "Cesario" really is here doesn't have to try to explain anything about it.

"I'm Joly, one of the doctors who works in the Infirmary." (almost a doctor, says a twinge of conscience. But the whole bit about not having quite made it to graduation just complicates most conversations, and he's been learning to gloss over it.)

He grins. "--So I'm going to be fussing at you professionally. You are still resting, aren't you? Have you had any fever in the last day and night?"

Oh hey, it's that kid. Cesario, right?

Thor's not in the greatest mood he's ever been in, to be sure. But he's feeling a lot more social than he was the first time that (he believes that) they met.

So, Sebastian is getting a friendly smile and a lordly nod of greeting from the extremely large, extremely shiny blond guy settling down on a barstool nearby.

"Miss Bar, mead, of your courtesy," he says with the hearty assurance of someone who assumes that courtesy will always be extended to him. And, to Sebastian: "Good day."

[OOC: RIGHT AS YOU'RE GOING TO BED OF COURSE go me, but hello friend slowtime??]

This man is clearly someone of high station, though friendly to so easily greet a stranger! Sebastian also has the sneaking sense he might not be a human, from how shiny and large he is, but he's mostly drawing that assumption from being in Milliways.

"It has been, my lord," Sebastian says. "Roderigo, latest of the coast near Illyria," he adds, gesturing to himself.

...Huh! Well, okay.

He super looks like Cesario, though. But twins are a thing, and IMDB flu is a thing, and AU selves are a thing, and people coming from different points in their own personal timelines are a thing, and Thor not entirely understanding the naming conventions of a culture is always a possible thing. For all he knows, this is Cesario who's also called Roderigo, or wants to be called Roderigo right now, or has Roderigo as a title, or something.

"Well met," he says, genially. "And I am Thor Odinson of Asgard, as perhaps thou knowest."

But perhaps not! Milliways holds many options. Thor's not bothered about it.

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