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[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*A certain being is sitting with his back against the well, reading a book with a plain red cover. He's humming tonelessly to himself as he flips pages and in general he seems exceedingly bored. A better distraction than the interminable tome would be welcomed.*

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[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Even in the Neath time rarely works that strangely. Perhaps in Irem?

[dee_lorean81]

Heh, well, I'm sure everybody's grateful for that. . .that's the place that's from the future, right? But sort of kind of exists down there already?

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Yes, it will be. Or possibly was.

[dee_lorean81]

Or maybe will have been?

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Something of the sort, at any rate.

[dee_lorean81]

[shakes head] I'm a literal time machine and even I can get lost with the tenses sometimes.

Happy Halloween

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

You need to make some new ones, I think.

Happy Halloween!

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee frowns] I would, but -- not sure English would ever be able to REALLY express just how complicated time and moving through it is. Any human language, honestly.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

A shame, that.

There's probably something in the Correspondence, but I'd rather you not light your tongue on fire by mistake. You seem decent enough.

[dee_lorean81]

Yeah. . .and me either, thanks. I already light my tires on fire every time I go through time, and that's enough for me.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

That sounds painful. Is it painful, or do you not feel things when like that?

[dee_lorean81]

Eh. [she waggles a hand] I can sort of feel stuff, but pain doesn't really seem to be a thing. Though I haven't tested that theory out TOO much. But the flaming tires -- it's really just kind of hot for a second. Maybe because it happens so close to actually time-traveling, which -- you start out really hot, and come out really COLD. Kind of cancels each other out.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

That's rather lucky, now isn't it.

I don't suppose you've discovered what causes the cold, have you?

[dee_lorean81]

Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's weird too, because if I'm conscious. . .but then again, I don't really have nerve endings as a car. . . [she shrugs]

Not yet. It just seems to be a side-effect of breaking the space-time barrier. It could be because you need a lot of energy to force yourself through, which generates a lot of heat. . then all of it, including the heat, gets used up during the travel? Only takes an instant, but. . .it's complicated stuff.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

The universe is always complicated. Especially when you'd rather it not be.

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee giggles] Yeah, that's for dang sure. And it gets even more complicated when you bring in a multiverse.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Oh, I would prefer to not even need to think about that. *He shakes his head despairingly.* The multiverse is an absolutely incredible mess.

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee raises an eyebrow, then sweeps an arm around] And yet you're here, in Multiverse Central. I mean, you're not wrong -- lots of messy universes makes for a really messy multiverse -- but still.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

That goes to show just what a mess my universe is, now doesn’t it?

You’ve yet to explore the Neath proper. If you ever do then perhaps you’ll see what I mean.

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee snorts] Yeah, good point. I heard enough weirdness from Alice's stories. . .and she only saw like a small portion of it, didn't she? How big is the Neath?

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Oh, about the size of Europe. I have a map around here somewhere . . .

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee scrunches up her nose] Huh. . .now I'm trying to imagine Neath versions of Paris and Rome and Madrid.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

One of my erstwhile companions is trying to buy Paris, if what little attention I pay to their plans is accurate. City of love and suchlike. *His general distaste for absolutely everything his once-friends do is obvious.* You haven’t even had London thirty years yet, at least try to pretend you still care about your mission.

I wonder if any of them occasionally wish they’d rescued me. Was I chosen for a reason? So hard to remember these days. If one of them came for me now, dressed me up in amber and veils-velvet, told me that I was missed . . . I’d probably try to gut the bastard, honestly.

Where were we? Oh, yes, Paris. Paris can go hang for all of me.

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee blinks] Trying to buy Paris? Like, with money? Or through -- uh -- more esoteric means? [she's pretty sure the latter, though it amuses her to think of one of Eaten's ilk trying to literally buy the capital of France]

[her expression turns sympathetic as he goes on about his erstwhile companions and what they did to him] Hopefully they're smarter than that. . .or maybe hopefully they're not. I dunno which you would prefer, being left alone or gutting.

If it makes you feel better, maybe one of them will get conned by somebody if they try to go after Paris. I've heard this one guy apparently sold the Eiffel Tower a few times -- somebody might try with the whole city.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

'Esoteric' is a good word for it, yes. A poorly-understood favor for a price they can't afford.

I imagine trying to sell them a city on the assumption that they couldn't take it would be a very bad idea. Either way, Paris can go and play in traffic for all I care.