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Who: Perrin Aybara and anyone~
Where: Plaza
When: Evening
Style: Whichever!
Status: Open

Perrin woke with a sense of pain and loss. Some of that pain was physical, with the wounds he'd sustained in the wolf dream, but that was nearly drowned out by the deep sadness he felt. Hopper... He wanted to howl, but at the same time he felt too drained. He just wanted to lie there in his tent and...

He was not in his tent. The realization cut through his sorrow, and he struggled to gather his wits. He was lying on some city street paved in cobblestones. None of its sounds or smells were familiar, and in fact Perrin himself smelled of seawater. It did not feel like a dream, but he tried again to wake himself just the same. Nothing happened.

He nearly lay back and shut his eyes, wanting nothing more than to rest and to mourn, but in an unknown place, neither of those options were safe. There had been some trap waiting to spring on him, and if one of the Forsaken was responsible for this... Well, he did not know why nothing had come to finish him off, but he had no intention of waiting for it. With a groan, Perrin struggled to pick himself up and find some answers.

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[Colette had been walking along-by herself for once, her dog sleeping in her apartment and probably would be for a couple more hours-when she sees Perrin. Hopefully this isn't like the last newcomer she met, who knew Colette but Colette didn't know her, and this man was from a different world entirely.

She walks over to a stall and grabs a towel before approaching him. She offers him the towel.]

Are you alright?

[And since this is probably going to be his first question...] This place is called Vatheon; it's a completely different world from your own.

[Perrin can't help but blink in surprise at the girl coming up to him so easily. With his stature, his yellow eyes, and his obvious battle wounds, he can't imagine he cuts a very approachable figure.

Still, some women don't give much thought to that.

He shakes his head, slowly taking the towel from her as he tries to process her brief explanation. A different world; he already suspected he came very far from what he knows, but what he doesn't understand is how. Or how she knows he's from elsewhere.]

How do you know that's where I'm from?

[She's killed monsters bigger than you, Perrin. Maybe some of the other girls in this city would be scared of him, but not her.

Besides, even if golden eyes are unusual, she's seen more unusual things and experienced scarier things. Not much worse than being trapped in your own body without being able to do anything at all.

She smiles and rubs the back of her head.]

Because everyone who arrives soaked is from a world that isn't Vatheon! Sometimes people from the same world show up together, and sometimes it takes months for someone else from your world to show up. Time is frozen at your own world while you're here, but people can show up from your past or future.

[At one part of that, Perrin freezes from his awkward attempt to dry himself off with his uninjured arm.]

People from the same world-- If we arrived together, they'd be nearby?

[He'll absorb the rest later. Right now his mind is on the possibility of Faile being here.]

[A blink.]

Probably. Almost everyone arrives in this plaza. There's no guarantee that someone else from your world is here though.

[His wounds don't look incredibly bad but...]

You should touch the coral to heal yourself before you start looking.

[He heard all that, but his attention is focused on scanning the area around them. Smelling as strongly of seawater and blood as he does, he isn't sure he would pick up her scent.]

Coral?

[He asks absently. His priorities have quite obviously shifted.]

Coral. It's over here if you'll follow me.

[She starts walking toward it, stops, and turns to see if he's actually going to follow her. With how he's looking around, she kinda doubts he will. She also doubts he'll find who he's looking for and that makes her sort of sad. Whoever it is, she hopes they'll arrive soon if she's right about them not being here.]

[He glances back at the girl, and does manage to realize that Faile is as likely to be in that direction as any other, since he hasn't spotted her yet. He turns to limp after the girl, but keeps looking about him as he goes.]

[That works, so she keeps going. The coral isn't far away at all; she could see it from where she found him. When they reach it, she looks at him again.]

Just put your hand on it. It'll help.

[He would question it, but after limping over here he reaches to lean against it almost autmatically. He hesitates for a moment, his hand nearly touching it, but he doesn't smell anything suspicious about this girl; if there really is something special about this huge rock, it can't be anything harmful. He rests his hand against it, and closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his wounds close.]

What is this thing?

[Definitely not an ordinary rock. He can spare a moment to ask about it.]

It's the coral. The locals worship it and call it the Great Lamufao. It's their deity.

[She shrugs. The Coral doesn't do much actively.]

It heals wounds and brings people who die here back to life in a couple of days. It's what brings people here and sends them home. People almost always arrive around the end of the month, but no one knows when someone's going to be sent home. It also inflicts curses on the people here sometimes. All 'foreigners', the people the coral brings here, need to touch the coral at least once a month.

[Perrin frowns, pulling his hand back from the coral. Being tugged this way and that by the Pattern is one thing. This kind of direct action seems more akin to the Dark One. Bringing people back to life, inflicting curses on them... And a people who worship it.

He turns from the coral to look around again. No, it probably isn't any safer than home.]

What for? What does this world's deity want with us?

[She sighs and shakes her head.]

I don't know. It brings us here, but apart from curses and bringing more people in, it doesn't really do anything unless you don't touch it for a month. Then you get sick until you touch it. No one ages, no time passes in your own world, people from your world can show up from anytime, and no one remembers what happens here when they go back home.

You're sure about that? That time doesn't pass?

[He can't be gone for long. There are things to be done, duties he can't abandon. Faile.

He still hasn't caught sight or smell of her, but he moves away from the coral to continue searching anyway. He has to be sure.]

Yes. One of my friends disappeared here for a couple days and came back having spent months in her own world. She went back to the exact time she had shown up from. Until she reappeared, she didn't remember being here at all.

[She follows him to continue explaining. She's not sure who or what he's searching for though, so she doesn't do much more than look for people.]

[Perrin nods. It's good if he won't be missed back home. Even an hour lost there could be dangerous. He is uneasy, though, with the thought of forgetting even something as strange and, in the scheme of things, unimportant as this.

He glances at her, smelling her faint uncertainty, and explains briefly:]

My wife. I need to know if she's here.

Oh!

[She keeps looking around, now trying to see if there were any shadows or people around who at least looked like they're female. Right, she didn't say anything about that yet...]

There's a communicator somewhere on you that's shaped like a starfish. There's a list of all the names of the people here on it, if you want to check that.

[Perrin's face shows no comprehension. Of course he knows the word 'communicator,' but he doesn't know how one can be on him or shaped like a starfish, whatever that is. List, he understands.]

How could she be added so quickly?

Well, you're probably on the list already. I think it's updated as soon as someone shows up.

[She sticks her hand into her pocket to feel for the SFC, before remembering it's...not actually a SFC right now. She pulls out the dreamberry to show him.]

Normally it looks like a starfish, but there's a curse going on and it changed what they look like.

[Perrin has, quite obviously, never seen anything like it before. Knowing its general size and shape now, though, he searches himself for one and pulls it out to inspect it. He's never seen the Power make anything like this, but all its components are so minute and seamless that he doesn't know how else it could be made. But more importantly...]

How do I access this list?

You press some buttons, like this.

[And she proceeds to press the right buttons on her own. The buttons definitely changed, but it's not all that different. She shows him the screen of hers.]

And then the list shows up! It'll be a bit different once they change back into being starfish communicators, but it's still basically the same. If you check it every month, you'll know if anyone else has shown up from your world.

[Perrin cautiously mimics her, half-expecting the object in his hands to do something he wouldn't want. But, the list appears just the same. He studies it for several long moments.]

I don't see her.

[He feels both relieved and disappointed. Faile is where she belongs, and if this girl is right then she will never know he's been gone. But the selfish part of him wants her at his side-- the comforting scent and the sound of her voice that he'd expected to wake to.]

[So he's probably alone here...]

I'm sorry, but that means she's still in your world! You never know who's going to show up really, so she might eventually.

I was the first of my friends to show up here, but now only a couple of my friends are still at home. This might not be the best place to be, but at least your friends can show up sometime.

[And people who aren't your friends but...]

[Perrin shakes his head.]

None of them has any reason to come here. Our duties are to our own world.

[Giving the list one last look over, he tucks the device back where he found it.]

[She sighs.]

No one has any reason to come here. Almost everyone was pulled away from doing something in their world. Only those who are dead weren't, really.

[Is there anything else...? Oh right!]

Curses happen for a week at a time but don't have a pattern to when they are anymore.