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[ Please pretend that the two of them have had at a couple of short-lived text conversations already... ] Hello Fern. Have y [ ... ... ...
A few minutes later: ] I apologize, I sent the message earlier than I intended. Have you heard of the sale at the grocer's? They were trying to rid their stock of canned soup.
A few minutes later: ] I apologize, I sent the message earlier than I intended. Have you heard of the sale at the grocer's? They were trying to rid their stock of canned soup.
[ Lucina actually tries with her texting. Fern, meanwhile, hasn't bothered to learn things like proper pronunciation or capitalization. The only capitalization that happens is when the phone does it for her. ]
I did not
Is there something wrong with the soup
I did not
Is there something wrong with the soup
Trouble? Was it dangerous?
[ There's a few minutes of silence between these two sets of messages; mostly because Lucina's a horrifically slow typer. It's especially noticeable when she starts typing longer messages, like so: ]
I met a man named Adrian just the other week in the space where the resort used to be. The resort turned into an overgrown forest just as we arrived! I had been warned it could happen, but it was another thing to experience it first hand. [ The definition of "arrived" being used very loosely, here; Adrian was stuck waist-down in the dirt because the pool had turned into solid ground. Lucina was just walking in. But embarrassing a man that's not even here is probably very rude, so. ]
[ There's a few minutes of silence between these two sets of messages; mostly because Lucina's a horrifically slow typer. It's especially noticeable when she starts typing longer messages, like so: ]
I met a man named Adrian just the other week in the space where the resort used to be. The resort turned into an overgrown forest just as we arrived! I had been warned it could happen, but it was another thing to experience it first hand. [ The definition of "arrived" being used very loosely, here; Adrian was stuck waist-down in the dirt because the pool had turned into solid ground. Lucina was just walking in. But embarrassing a man that's not even here is probably very rude, so. ]
Yes
There was a deadly creature there
[ She doesn't really know how to describe it, especially over text message. She isn't going to even bother trying, unlike Lucina, who is doing her best.
What Lucina relates to her next, though, sounds awfully familiar. She doesn't think this is an instance of someone else sharing a name with Adrian, even though they did in fact encounter that back in Barovia. ]
I think it is the same Adrian
He told me a version of that story
[ Sans the embarrassing part... ]
There was a deadly creature there
[ She doesn't really know how to describe it, especially over text message. She isn't going to even bother trying, unlike Lucina, who is doing her best.
What Lucina relates to her next, though, sounds awfully familiar. She doesn't think this is an instance of someone else sharing a name with Adrian, even though they did in fact encounter that back in Barovia. ]
I think it is the same Adrian
He told me a version of that story
[ Sans the embarrassing part... ]
[ It's her time to take forever typing. This would be easier over a call, but she assumes there's a reason that Lucina texted instead. She might be in the middle of something and unable to talk. ]
We met somewhat by chance
Due to some unfortunate luck we have been traveling together for over a month now
This is not our first time finding ourselves trapped in an unknown world
We met somewhat by chance
Due to some unfortunate luck we have been traveling together for over a month now
This is not our first time finding ourselves trapped in an unknown world
[ The reason is — she just thinks texting is neat. Also she's trying to practice getting faster at typing. Perfectly valid reasons for her, but no where near as dire as Fern is making it out to be. ]
Do you mean to say there are other realms where people can just ... appear? Without rhyme or reason? [ Truly, she's realizing that the world was shockingly simpler when time travel was the most unbelievable thing that could happen. ]
Do you mean to say there are other realms where people can just ... appear? Without rhyme or reason? [ Truly, she's realizing that the world was shockingly simpler when time travel was the most unbelievable thing that could happen. ]
So it seems
The barrier between Faerun where I am from and Barovia is apparently quite thin under certain circumstances
Not that we knew that then
Returning was also not a simple task
[ It's a long story, but if Lucina is truly that curious Fern can try to explain more when they're face-to-face.
This sure is giving her typing practice, though. Not the worst thing, even if she might grumble about how inefficient it is. ]
The barrier between Faerun where I am from and Barovia is apparently quite thin under certain circumstances
Not that we knew that then
Returning was also not a simple task
[ It's a long story, but if Lucina is truly that curious Fern can try to explain more when they're face-to-face.
This sure is giving her typing practice, though. Not the worst thing, even if she might grumble about how inefficient it is. ]
[ If only the keyboards were easier to use... ]
Were you able to? Intentionally? [ She's heard the stories of people here disappearing just as quickly as they appeared. That sounds just as unpleasant as being brought here in the first place; but if it had been deliberate... ]
Were you able to? Intentionally? [ She's heard the stories of people here disappearing just as quickly as they appeared. That sounds just as unpleasant as being brought here in the first place; but if it had been deliberate... ]
I've never known of a being who could control who such a thing. [ Grima destroyed everything she held dear — but he couldn't keep her from leaving or entering Ylisse. Even Naga could only transport her to a different point in time. ] You must be quite the fighter to be willing to stand against him.
It was new to us as well
[ They quite literally stumbled into it, and now they've been stuck for well over a month. It's... almost laughable that it's now happened again. ]
We have yet to truly face him
And we spent some time gathering artifacts and weapons to use against him first
He is no small foe
[ They quite literally stumbled into it, and now they've been stuck for well over a month. It's... almost laughable that it's now happened again. ]
We have yet to truly face him
And we spent some time gathering artifacts and weapons to use against him first
He is no small foe
[ While Arlecchino keeps a room for herself, she spends very little time in it, using it more for work and storage with only the occasional recuperating nap. So when she finally stops by again to drop off some freshly gathered (meat) fruit from a diffusion zone, she's offended to find the room sparsely fuzzed with mold. An unforgivable sin to one as dedicated to cleanliness as she. Perhaps this is a sign that she ought to look to upgrading her facilities... but for now, it's time to purge the room of its mold crimes.
Bleach is procured. The mold, extinguished. It takes time and doing, but soon her room is once again immaculate. She always finds a freshly clean scene satisfying, but this one puts her in an especially pleasant mood. It must be the sense of victory after overcoming a particularly stubborn foe. Riding that wave, she manipulates some of the (meat) fruit into a proper dish, and it too produces a satisfactory result. Wonderful.
But she has quite a bit of fruit left over, and she doesn't know how long it will stay good for -- especially with the mold possibly making a comeback. Best consume the fruit as soon as possible. What better way than by sharing with her neighbors? Such shows of goodwill are conducive to positive relationships. (She's normal and good at making friends like that.)
So she prepares a few more plates of food: roughly diced (meat) fruit tossed with roughly diced onions, pickles, and tasteful pepperings of sauces and seasonings. Topped with raw egg yolk and bedded on a slice of French (whatever that is) bread. A serviceable recreation of steak tartare as she knew it back home, she'd say.
Her immediate neighbors seem puzzled and slightly frightened by her offering. No matter. They'll enjoy it or they won't. Speaking of frightened people, she recalls Adrian, whom her Hitchhiker recently gutted. He's probably healed himself fully by now, but a bit more iron in the system never hurts after an injury. Thus, she makes her way to the room she recalls him staying at, a covered plate in hand like a vaguely threatening waiter.
She knocks on the door to the room, politely. ]
Bleach is procured. The mold, extinguished. It takes time and doing, but soon her room is once again immaculate. She always finds a freshly clean scene satisfying, but this one puts her in an especially pleasant mood. It must be the sense of victory after overcoming a particularly stubborn foe. Riding that wave, she manipulates some of the (meat) fruit into a proper dish, and it too produces a satisfactory result. Wonderful.
But she has quite a bit of fruit left over, and she doesn't know how long it will stay good for -- especially with the mold possibly making a comeback. Best consume the fruit as soon as possible. What better way than by sharing with her neighbors? Such shows of goodwill are conducive to positive relationships. (She's normal and good at making friends like that.)
So she prepares a few more plates of food: roughly diced (meat) fruit tossed with roughly diced onions, pickles, and tasteful pepperings of sauces and seasonings. Topped with raw egg yolk and bedded on a slice of French (whatever that is) bread. A serviceable recreation of steak tartare as she knew it back home, she'd say.
Her immediate neighbors seem puzzled and slightly frightened by her offering. No matter. They'll enjoy it or they won't. Speaking of frightened people, she recalls Adrian, whom her Hitchhiker recently gutted. He's probably healed himself fully by now, but a bit more iron in the system never hurts after an injury. Thus, she makes her way to the room she recalls him staying at, a covered plate in hand like a vaguely threatening waiter.
She knocks on the door to the room, politely. ]
[ That's quite the pointed question, though it's something that Fern has wondered about herself. Not that she expects it would be a simple choice, but she'll humor the inquiry. ]
I have thought about this
I would want to return to Barovia
We still have companions there possibly
And I would like to finish what we started
[ AKA kill that vampire dead. ]
I have thought about this
I would want to return to Barovia
We still have companions there possibly
And I would like to finish what we started
[ AKA kill that vampire dead. ]
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