voice. another time, another town, another everything

[tofindthesun]

[here's a face that doesn't show itself very often. or, well. a voice, anyway. a bit tired, like most everyone is lately. (or maybe just tipsy.) and yet somehow airy and melancholic at the same time.]

..It is more than a year since I was first brought here. At that time I was not in my home world-- I had already been taken to another place. A dying city without death, where it was only ever night. Though I was only there a short time, I have seen a man die and return a week later, impaired but alive. [more quietly:] ..My last memory of the place is of having seen my friends dead, among many others, and myself leaving before I could be sure of their safety.

[and also killing someone. but that's a bag of cats he isn't touching this time. or ever.]

I was told in the City that I had been there before, yet I have no recollection of it. There are people here that I knew in the City, from my world and not, though those here do not remember being anywhere else.

What I mean to say, is.. to ask if this is a common occurrence. If there are others besides myself who have been to other places. I have wondered what powers could take us from worlds we have already been stolen to, how such a thing happens, what it might be that decides where we go next, if we are to go at all. And-- to apologize, I guess, to those I should have told this to, if it is a thing worth apologizing for.

[a hushed breath, and a moment of silence. when he speaks again, it's a little brighter, and lighter.]

There are drinks in the second floor of the gardens. Wine and honey mead, and tea. Neither will aid much in sleeping [he tried. a lot.] but may help calm the nerves, if nothing else.

[for those wishing to talk face-to-face, there is a table set up near the lift with a pot of tea, cups, a barrel of mead, and a flask of wine. legolas himself, however, seems to prefer lying on the ground looking up at the trees instead of sitting on chairs like a normal person.

(he is definitely just tipsy.)]

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[tofindthesun]

[a pause to recall the name. even there it was little used by the. 'residents'.]

..I believe it was named Abax. Not nearly as pleasant as this ship, in some ways.

[northerner]

I'd not have called this ship pleasant. It must have been a truly terrible place you last dwelled.

[tofindthesun]

Perhaps more tolerable is a better way to put it. For all its ills the ship gives us many comforts. Food, water, beds, kitchens. A garden with false sunlight, tasks to undertake...

..It was terribly empty. Even for one who lives a simple life.

[northerner]

Empty of what? Of commodity itself? Surely there must have been something. A world cannot have been completely barren.

[tofindthesun]

I know not of the world itself, for we could not leave the City. There were lights, but no people save for we who arrived. A dying City.

[northerner]

Then perhaps, in the face of such, this may be a more pleasant dwelling. I've seen dead cities, and heard worse tales of them. I'm sorry you endured such.

[tofindthesun]

It was not too long a stay, at least. By the count of your people or the count of mine. I am there no longer; it is only the memory of it that haunts me now, as any ill memory might.