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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 9:22 pm
[Ainsford is a rural village in the mid-late 16th century England, flanked by forest on one side and stretching out into farming fields - a manor house visible at the end of them - on the other. A small stream winds around the outskirts, leading to the mill at one end of the town. There is one main street, with a few small ones branching off of it. The apothecary, blacksmith, and other such establishments all line the main street. Among these is the White Horse Inn, a sturdy wooden structure marked by a sign with a picture of it's namesake]
[The interior of the building, while it's certainly nothing elegent, is pleasant and well-kept. The dining area is on the first floor, with the kitchens towards the back, a flight of stairs leading up to the guest rooms. Two doors lead off from the kitchen, one to outside, the other to a smaller set of living quarters, for those of the staff who reside in the inn.]
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 9:42 pm
[Begin - Meeting Will]
*after stepping through the door in the Brink, Maggie finds herself right back where she was when she left - in the kitchen of the inn, the light from the rising sun just starting to shine through the windows*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 9:53 pm
*Bard falls to the floor with a crash*
Good heavens! Well that was a rough ride!
*he stands up and brushes himself off*
Are you all right, Miss?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 9:58 pm
Oh, gracious! *jumps slightly at his noisy entrance* I'm alright, t'wasn't much different for me than when I usually reappear here after visiting the Brink . . .
*brightens, smiling* But it did work!
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:11 pm
*he smiles broadly* It did... It did at that.
*he takes a few cautious steps around the room. The floorboards creak under his feet. Everything seems a little off for some reason. It suddenly occurs to him just why*
Everything is so small.... I've heard it said that people back then... err now... well... that they're shorter than in my time, but....
*he looks at Maggie with some amusement* am I really so tall?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:18 pm
*looks up at him and nods, laughing slightly* Aye, that ye are. At least, for here ye are.
*glances around the familiar room, wondering how it all must seem to him* Is e'eryone as tall as ye are, then, where . . . er, when ye're from?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:30 pm
Not everyone, no.
*he examines a bench carefully, contemplating whether or not it would hold him before ultimately deciding against it.*
I'm fairly tall in my own time, though there are many who are as tall as I am, and a few who are much taller. We call them basketball players.
*he cautiously cracks the main door and peers out. He sighs deeply.*
Do you smell that?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:38 pm
*echoes to herself* Basketball players . . ?
*walks over towards the door, and sniffs the air experimentally. Nothing strikes her as being out of the ordinary, so she shakes her head* Nay, it all seems the same as ever te me.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:46 pm
Yes, precisely! *he beams* Pre-industrial Europe. You see? Actually, I don't suppose you do see.
My point is the air is sweet and clean. Not like in my time. No smog warnings or acid rain.
*he shivers* but I must admit it's chillier than I expected... what time of year is it?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:56 pm
'Tis mid March, now. But 'tis early in the day yet, 'twill get warmer as the sun climbs. The fire'll warm ye for now, if ye're cold. *motions to it, and in doing so, remembers the baking she was doing before she left* Oh!
*hurries to take the bread out of the heat so it doesn't burn*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 11:02 pm
*Bard stands about rather sheepishly. He's never baked bread before.*
Should I... err.. help?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 11:37 pm
*grins, setting the loaves down* There's na' much left te do now but eat it, once it cools a bit.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 11:50 pm
Well, that part, at least, I'm good at.
*he looks around again with wonder*
It's all so.... fantastic!
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 11:55 pm
Is it? *laughs again, amused by how enthralled he seems* Compared te what I've heard of the times and places other people in the Brink are from, I always thought mine must be rather dull.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2004 3:18 pm
Dull? Oh never! Far from it! Do you realize that there are people in my time who dress up and pretend that they are from your time? Grown adults! And I...
*glances down at himself*
err... I just realized... my clothing may seem a bit out of place here. I'm likely to cause someone a fright if they see me.
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