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Timey-Wimey Nonsense Part 1

Who: Everyone!
What: The Time Travel Trip 2014
When: HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO
Where: Luceti before it was ~~cool~~ Luceti
Summary: The residents are dragged into the past thanks to John's latest Shift. More information is here and here, and, ICly, here.
Rating: Varied

It's early morning in the quiet enclosure that will someday become Luceti. The sun is rising, birds are chirping in that annoyingly cheery way that makes you want to shoot them out of the trees, and the residents are beginning to wake up. Most of them are heading to work, either to farm, or to build, or to work the shops, or even just to prepare a nice breakfast for their families and neighbours. Everyone has something to do.

And then, out of nowhere, a couple hundred strangers show up in the middle of the woods.

At first there is confusion, and no shortage of caution, from the neighbours; newcomers are common enough, but usually they are announced beforehand, and never in such great numbers. The leaders of the town are called in to ask questions. The newcomers are free to explore, but any aggression will be met in kind; if need be, the Filial of the past will defend their homes. They're hoping it won't come to that, however. You're stuck with one another for a long time, after all.

Thankfully, there is one man who might be able to bring the natives and newcomers together: Tyr.

...And the other guy, maybe. We'll see.

((mingle and explore at will! further questions can be redirected to either of the posts linked above. NPCs will be available for plotty stuff soon.))

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[Walter feels a little sick when he suddenly finds himself in the forest. The weather is getting just cold enough now that the sudden change in temperature is a shock to his skin, and he grimaces as he looks around to find none of his housemates nearby.

Blasted Malnosso. Why couldn't they do their own dirty work?

He realizes quickly just how dampened his powers are within the barrier; his teriques can't grow much larger than a few times larger than his hands, too small to fly on.

Still, he goes to climb a tree to get a better idea of his surroundings, frowning. Later on, he'll be warily taking in the village's appearance, as different as it is from what he's used to in Luceti.]

[Oh great. The forest. On her own with basically as much stuff in bags as she can possibly carry, since she feels responsible for the welfare of...well, everyone in the house, but mostly people who aren't Walter. She expects Walter can look after himself pretty well. Grune might land on her feet because that's what happens and also she has a lot of people who would help her? But Sophie. Sophie needs a lot more stuff than she can be expected to carry. ...This is going to be a long walk.

Fenimore eventually comes across a rustling tree a few minutes in to her slog (unbeknownst to her, she's walking in the wrong direction). Thank goodness white and blue and blond stick out in trees.]

...I'm glad I at least landed on the ground.

[The familiar voice underneath his feet comes as a surprise to Walter, so focused on orienting himself to their somewhat new surroundings. He frowns and averts his eyes downward, carefully crouching on the branch he's standing on to look at Fenimore.

Her comment kinda flies over his head. He hadn't landed in a tree, after all.]

So you're all right. Where's Sophie?

[He'd already concluded that finding Grune would be more trouble than it was worth; the woman would find her way into the village sooner or later.]

[She wonders why he's just crouching. Is he stuck up there? Anyway, she pats the bag she carries her journal around in with one hand.]

Grune eventually replied when I called for her over the journal. It was kind of hard to ask in case anyone from around here could hear any of it or...break those lock things, but it seems she and Sophie mostly stayed together. And she landed on her feet, as usual -- I could see a building in the background. She should be able to keep an eye on Sophie for...a few minutes, at least....

[Not that she really wants to leave Sophie in Grune's forgetful hands too long.]

...It's good to see that you're okay, too.

[He makes a noncommittal sound at Fenimore's response, reaching out one hand to steady himself against the trunk of the tree before dropping down to a lower branch.]

Good. Sophie's smart, but I don't trust Grune to not get them lost in the forest.

[His gaze goes back down to Fenimore as he assesses the drop.]

I know that you can handle yourself well enough.

[Is it kind of sad he trusts Sophie more than Grune in this situation? Probably. But she can't entirely disagree. She's at least a little glad he believes she can handle herself.]

I'd still prefer to have you around, at least until we get out of the forest. ...Did you see anything helpful while you were stuck up there?

[Walter blinks at the question, straightening on his perch with an offended huff.]

I could somewhat see the village in the distance. And I was not stuck up here.

[As if to prove it, he glances down once more to ensure he's not going to land on Fenimore before dropping all the way to the forest floor.]

Well, I thought, since you were up there so long....

[It seems that way when you assume he started up there when they got sent back.]

Anyway, I'm glad you were able to see that much. I wouldn't want to wander around in the forest, especially with all of this.

[She may have overpacked a bit. She'd seen John tell someone about the lack of convenient grocery stores and the strain the sudden influx of people would put on the food supply, so she'd turned rather turtle-like with all her bags. She hopes she doesn't tip over, or else she doubts she's getting up again.]

[He hadn't really been paying too much attention to how much of a hassle Fenimore's packing would be; the short notice had left him looking around for anything he might need in a "survival" situation.

But now, standing there with her as she carried all of her bags, he sees just how troublesome all of her baggage are.]

I'm surprised you got this far with all of those.

[He'll go and walk over to pull out his own bags, which had been hidden from sight while he climbed the tree.]

[Kurt can't help but notice the blonde man perched in the tree.]

You know, if you're planning to stay up there, treehouses don't exactly build themselves.

[That ... was certainly not what Walter was expecting to hear, and it earns the passerby a raised brow and confused frown.]

This isn't even a good tree to build a treehouse in.

[Who the heck is this guy? Maybe someone from this time has stumbled upon him. Damn.]

[He's not sure what time this guy's from; he does look vaguely familiar in some way, but he can't tell for sure with all the faces he's passed in the village on a daily basis. Either way, it's fun to make conversation. He crosses his arms coyly.]

So you are thinking about treehouses.

I am now. I wasn't until you spoke up a moment ago.

[He keeps an eye on the guy, similarly crossing his arms despite his current perch. The casual behavior is throwing him off in this situation.]

[While feels all the more comfortable being casual. It helps everything feel less alien and overwhelming.]

But now you can't stop thinking about it, huh? I guess the idea's really taking root!

[Walter gives an unimpressed look, though there's really no denial on his part; he was fairly avid in his construction work back when he got into it out of boredom.]

You sound pretty hung up on treehouses yourself.

[Can something like that sound accusatory? He's never had an opportunity to develop a joking tone.]

[He chuckles.]

I can't tell if you were trying or not with that one. [He sounds even worse than Scott at jokes.},/small> I usually don't think about treehouses, but right now I'm trying to branch out.

[Branch out...? He manages to hide a puzzled look by glancing over at the other trees in the close vicinity.]

It would be a better idea to leave the forest and treehouse ideas altogether.

[...]

Unless you happen to be lost.

[Kurt howls with laughter.]

'Leaf' the forest? Man, you're a natural! [He slaps at his knees, then raises a hand.] No, no, not lost. Exploring!

[Walter tenses a bit at the loud laughter, annoyance beginning to creep through his confusion. This was definitely not what he'd been expecting with his day.]

So what have you explored so far?

Just the basics. [Many, this guy doesn't even seem to appreciate his own jokes. He leans against the tree casually.] I took a look at the village and around the forest. It really does look old school...

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