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From the back door storms the Valkyrie. Its been wet and cold and rainy and overall miserable outside- all the better for trying to work off a temper. And given Ace's good advice, she's totally forgotten she's wearing the space agey red and black armor.

What? It fits well and she can move around easily. You're not going to make her self-conscious of it again, are you?

Mwaha.

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"Winter, so yes, snow." Svava chuckles. Well, in her worlds, winter always meant snow. Lots of snow.

"The woods are pretty much normal, I'd guess." She blinks. "Except for the demon rabbits."

"Wide-Earth now, then." It was summer when he died, suffocatingly hot in the sun and the rock caves. Odd, to be suddenly in early spring.

"...Demon rabbits?"

"Demon rabbits. They're... rabbits. With teeth, pointy teeth, even. And quite a vicious streak. They don't tend to randomly attack, at least, so if you keep your wits about you, you're fine." She nods. She's sincere.

"Other than that... well, no hunting anything larger. Specially wolves, there's... quite a few people here who change to them, and enjoy having the chance to be outside. The same with birds."

They sound less like demons than like a vicious strain of muties to him, but he nods.

"Thankee for the warning."

Then he frowns, a bit. "Why would you go hunting here, with the bar so well-supplied? Or does it need to be restocked, now and then?"

"I don't hunt." She blinks, and shakes her head. "Oh.. Others would for fun or sport, I'd guess." A faint rolling of her eyes gives more comment to her thoughts on "for fun" for the subject than words.

"I'm not sure how the bar gets restocked, but I'm pretty sure they don't go hunting in the woods out back."

He nods in comprehension.

He also doesn't think much of hunting for fun or sport, though certainly he knows of those who do it. They were taught not to waste either ammunition or meat, by Cort and Vannay both, and he went through lean times enough in later days to have learned the lesson well.

"And specially with the sorts of shapeshifters here... its generally not a good idea. So." A rueful shrug and sip of her hot chocolate.

"There's also a car that drives around out there, on occassion. But he's not here right now."

"A car?"

Tonight is, it seems, Alain's night to get educated about transportation devices. Driving to him means a horse and cart, and he's trying to figure out what that means in this context.

"A car is a... a metal carraige that has an 'engine' inside of it, so it moves around by burning 'combustionables'... liquids like distilled alcohol, to propel itself. You sit inside and operate it by turning a wheel, pushing buttons, things like that. Some of them can go quite fast. They're rather fun." Svava beams.

The Great Old Ones had machines of many sorts. Maybe even ones like that. He'd never thought to see one in full working order, though. He blinks.

"And there is one of those machines outside?"

"His name is Karr... which sounds like 'car', I know. But its spelled different." She bites her lip. "He's not. He's visiting his home world. This one... he's not just a machine. He's a person as well. Its a bit hard to figure out, I'd guess."

Let us all be glad that Alain has not yet heard the story of the later ka-tet's encounter with Blaine, the sentient and homicidally insane monorail.

Lacking that precedent, he just blinks. A lot. "...All right, then."

"Um... Both he and his brother, Kitt, were created. Just to be something thinking, like... an enchantment, I would guess. But they went beyond that. Bonnie was one of the people to help create Kitt, she says it was a miracle. I would second that. Magic, or their technologies wouldn't be able to create someone, even if they were something made to be complicated and smart."

Magic and technology. Creation myths and theory ~~we're making wierd science~~, you have to love Milliways for the topics of conversation.

More canon for this! None of which Alain knows, because he died long before the others encountered the robots and cyborgs and lunatic trains. Alas.

He nods, still looking somewhat confused by the whole idea.

"... I think the main thing overall, is that even if they look like a car, or look human, is that they're still a person." Svava nods, relived to have come to an easy conclusion to all of this.

Only at Milliways would that be the easy and obvious conclusion.

He nods. "In this place, aye." He's still boggling somewhat.

Svava spots his boggled look. And grins.

"Oh, this place? The head of security is one of those I mentioned who changes into a wolf. His young daugher does as well, and his son is often at times a gust of air. Literally. Then there are wizards and gods and sages, cars who are people... And have I mentioned Jormungand, the World Serpent?" She beams, and sips her hot chocolate.

He knows exactly what she's doing. His expression is a mixture of further boggling, and a friendly glare.

...A giant lion, and now a world serpent. Lovely.

He abandons the half-hearted scowl to stare at her. "A great snake? A Guardian?"

She quietly laughs at Alain's glare, then nods. "Um... He's not quite so much a guardian. He's from a close version of my world, and who.. who he would be, in my world?"

Svava bites her lip, and shrugs.

"He's... on the other side. He will end up killing Thor, on the plains of Vigard. But here? And which ever world he's from, that isn't quite mine? He's quite nice. He looks human for the most part, while he's here. You should meet him, his name's Yamino." A quick, reassuring smile and nod.

"And all of those people are nice. Different, yes... but nice."

Not a Guardian of the Beam, then. That's some relief.

Even if nothing else about the description is. Milliways: the most efficient way to break a gunslinger's brain.

He is, at least, getting quite good at setting things aside to boggle over later. For now, he blinks, and nods -- not without sympathy, if this serpent's counterpart in her world will be on the other side of that battle -- and says, "I will look for him, then. For all of them, if I can keep all that straight well enough."

He can keep the descriptions straight. He has a well-trained memory. Treating it matter-of-factly is a slightly different matter.

"... I have had quite a few shocks with some of the people I've met here too, Alain." A faint smile, and a nod.

"Just... do try to be better than me, and not toss hot chocolate on them?"

He laughs.

"I promise to try. Though it would be easier if I knew what hot chocolate was."

Svava blinks at Alain. "... That's one of the things I do like about this place." As she waves for a wait rat.

"Trying all the different things from different places."

A cup of hot chocolate is ordered.

Alain actually has not met the waitrats yet. He's seen them scurrying around with orders, though, as part of the background insanity of this place, and so he isn't too startled.

"Aye? I've asked for things I know, mostly. Not very adventurous, I wot."

He tries the hot chocolate.

It's startlingly sweet. And also very good indeed. His eyebrows go up appreciatively. Looks like Alain now has a new option for caffeinated beverages.

And the third party for the coffee/tea apocalipse gets another member.

"I'll order things if I've had them before, or if someone else is getting them, so they can explain what they are. I'm only adventurous so far, I'm afraid, when it comes to food." She chuckles.