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Anya is a secret grand duchess ([info]just_an_orphan) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-18 10:09:00

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Entry tags:active, anya romanov, arrival, day twelve, dr temperance brennan, gabrielle

Who: Anya, Brennan, and Gabrielle
What: Entering Candyland! the City of Illusions
Where: Smack dab in the middle of the chess board
When: Morning, Day 12
Rating: PG to PG-13, depending on who answers?
Status: Incomplete


"Pooka, get back here!" Anya scolded, hurrying as quietly as she could after the dog. Dimitri and Vlad were discussing how far she'd come in her 'Anastasia Lessons', and she really hadn't wanted to hear it. The thought of pretending to be someone's granddaughter made her a little sick, to be honest. But apparently exploring the woods of Germany on her own wasn't recommended, either. Mostly because she had a mischievous little gray mutt with her. As alike as the two of them were, Pooka was bound to get her in trouble sooner or later.

Sighing, she ducked under a tree branch, still tailing the little dog. "Dimitri's going to skin us both if you make me late," she babbled out loud, knowing the dog couldn't understand her. If he could even hear her. "They'll think I've gone off and left them and then how am I supposed to get to Paris, hmm? Walk there? That'll be attractive, I'm sure!"

She was so lost in her monologue that she hadn't noticed the shimmering light the dog had gone through. From a distance, it had merely looked like a sunshine-filled break in the trees. But as she passed through it, Anya immediately knew there was something different. More colors. More room. And... And the smell of sweets?

Eyes darting up, Anya gasped. It was honestly like nothing she'd ever seen before, not even in her daydreams. The trees weren't the ones she'd just been in. They couldn't be. They were brown, yes, but... "Chocolate?" she yelped. Bushes made of peppermint twists? This was completely insane. Maybe she really had finally snapped and gone mad.

Apparently even the little dog beside her had been caught by surprise, because Pooka stopped his mad dash run and stared in awe. Before he could go getting into something else, she scooped him up, looking around a bit more. Though she'd never played, she'd swear she was standing next to a giant chess board. Larger-then-life pieces with that queen piece and the knight and the little one with the round top whose name she couldn't remember all stood displayed proudly on the black and white squares.

This? Was so not normal. And the light she'd passed through to get there was gone. There wasn't any sign of the trees she'd just passed. "Oh... Ooooh, no, this is so not happening. Not here, not now, why?"


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[info]braver
2009-06-18 12:58 pm UTC (link)
Brennan was sitting in a chair in Booth's hospital room, waiting for him to wake up. He'd been in the coma for four days now as a bad reaction to the anesthesia they'd used during his brain surgery. Her fingers clacked against the laptop as she typed words into a document. The sentences were unlike what she usually wrote in her novels as they pertained to she and Booth's relationship. She re-read it and then selecting it all, she hit the delete button. She sighed softly and looked up at Booth. As she watched he began to move, rolling his head from side to side and struggling to open his eyes.

Temperance Brennan put aside her laptop and went to her partner's side. She reached out to grasp his hand. He was mumbling about some dream that had been so real. She began to explain that he had been in a coma for four days but that the surgery had been a success. He stared at her while she explained and then when she finished she couldn't believe the words he spoke. "Who are you?" "What?" She stared at him, not sure if he was still groggy from the the anesthesia, or what, but she couldn't believe that the man who had been her partner for four years wouldn't recognize her.

She straightened slightly only to find that she was no longer clutching Booth's hand. Her hand was empty and when she looked down at the bed, it wasn't there either. The hospital room was gone and had been replaced with a wooded area that smelled sweet. She stood stock still gazing around at the strange environment. She wondered if the shock of Booth's question had caused her to faint, but she disregarded that as ridiculous. Then she heard feet snapping candy twigs and crushing sweet leaves. She peered around a tree and saw a young woman holding a little dog.

"Excuse me?" Brennan approached the woman, trying her best to step around the sticky candy foliage that littered the ground. "Excuse me. Do... do you know where we are?" She still wore the skirt suit she'd been wearing at the hospital, but other than her shoes and clothes she didn't have anything else with her. Her purse and laptop were still sitting by the chair in Booth's hospital room. She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and glanced around again before focusing on the one in front of her.

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-06-20 12:36 am UTC (link)
Anya tensed when the woman approached her. Too much had happened already for her to be too trusting right away. She knew they'd basically escaped Russia. How else could they explain Vlad moving them to the baggage cart? What if the woman was some sort of officer of the law, come to send her to prison, or worse, back to the orphanage?

But the question she asked threw Anya off guard, and she smiled a little, a hesitant shrug at the edges of her shoulders "I--I have no idea," she said slowly, taking in the sight around her. She'd be foolish to say it, but she'd swear the place was made of candy. Impossible. But the chocolate trees and the peppermint bushes weren't the only things that tipped her off. The unmistakable smell of lemon drops came from the ground and though they'd never indulged the orphans many sweets, Anya couldn't miss the obvious.

"I've never seen anything like it, though," she admitted, her voice growing in confidence a bit when she realized this woman was just as lost as she was. If she were too comfortable, Anya might've been worried. This wasn't the sort of place one grew comfortable in, she was relatively sure.

Pooka squirmed in her arms and Anya reluctantly set him on the ground, afraid he'd run off into yet another strange new world. But the dog merely ran to a pile of leaves, crunching into them happily as he settled down with a candy twig in his mouth. "Clearly, it's edible, though. We won't starve, I can tell you that."

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-06-21 01:23 am UTC (link)
This newest change had taken Gabrielle by surprise. It shouldn't have, really, she should have been used to it by now. But this one was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The smell of sugar was everywhere, and on the ground were strange grids that reminded her of games that she'd played, though none of them were familiar. Still, it was worth a look around, at the very least.

She didn't see either of the women arrive, so, at first, she didn't know anything was out of place. She'd never seen them before, though, and she was pretty sure she'd at least seen everyone that had been taken, even if she'd never spoken to them. So that was what got her interested, and she made her way closer, just trying to read their body language and see if they needed help.

I've never seen anything like it, though... Even that was definitive proof. After all, neither had she. But something about the tone of voice that it was said in concerned her, and she made up her mind. They could always send her away if she wasn't needed, and, well, she liked meeting new people anyway. So she cleared her throat and smiled at the two women, both of whom seemed, to her eyes, to be strangely dressed. But, then, so was everyone here except Xena.

"Excuse me..." She called out from a few feet away, and then waited until she had their attention. "Hi. I'm sorry to interupt, but you seem lost. Can I help?" The small blonde bard looked at them, anxious to help in any way she could. It was just how she was, wanting to help people.

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[info]braver
2009-06-23 12:30 pm UTC (link)
This was wrong. Very very wrong. She straightened her suit coat, tugging at the hem and smoothing out nonexistant wrinkles. She glanced around, blue-green eyes a little wild. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and if it wasn't a dream, she had no idea how to explain it. She decided to focus on the situation at hand, rather than how she'd come to be here and leveled her gaze on Anya.

Brennan blew out a breath when the girl said she had no idea where they were. It all looked startling like... "Candy Land." She had played the game once or twice with Parker, and though it was mundane and lacked a need for any type of skill, the boy had enjoyed it. "But... it doesn't make sense." She was talking to herself, or mumbling rather, and shaking her head. "It's impossible." She couldn't remember the name of the forest where they were currently standing, but she remembered the tall candycane character that represented it.

Brennan admired the small dog, and crouched down to pet his head when Anya released him. "One can't survive on candy. The empty calories wouldn't provide enough norishment. It would only prolong the inevitable. Starvation would be iminent." The anthropologist didn't realize she was being so dour, and changed the subject as it suited her. "He's adorable, what's his name?" She glanced up at Anya only to see someone coming through the trees toward them. If she had thought Anya's clothing strange (though she had placed them as early 20th century European), then this one's were even more strange. She couldn't place the clothing to an exact year or even century, but she knew they were ancient.

Brennan stood up slowly and wondered if she had missed the invitation to the costume party. If she had been notified, she would have come as Wonder Woman. Clearly she was missing something and so when the blond spoke, Temperance nodded. "Do you know where we are?" Fear was not a foreign emotion for the anthropologist, even if it was an irrational one, but usually it was brought about by confrontation with death or a serial killer. Her heart had started beating rapidly and she was only surrounded by candy cane trees, and two young women. She really had nothing to fear.

She would feel a lot better if Booth were around, though. She was fairly certain of that. "I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, by the way."

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-06-23 12:57 pm UTC (link)
Well, now Anya was really confused. Sure, the woman seemed nice enough. But so did many of the visitors to the orphanage till they declared you an impossible imp and took one of the younger girls with them. But they fact that they both clearly had no idea where they were made this pretty woman in the strange clothing much more aproachable. Even if she was babbling something about a land of candy and how you couldn't, apparently, eat just candy and live.

"I've been calling him Pooka," Anya supplied, answering the one subject she really did know the answer to. "He was a stray, but he's been traveling with me for a bit." Realizing the woman's voice was tinted with an accent that clearly wasn't Anya's own, she smiled and clarified, "It means puppy." Just in case. After all, when touring most of Europe, by train or on foot or even in the bus she hadn't quite made it to, you were bound to meet plenty of foreigners.

Then another accent she didn't recognize, and a woman who seemed, at least to Anya, to be half naked. She realized she was hardly in any position to be a judge of fashion, but this was a bit extreme. "I'm Anya," she added, not afraid of the women by that point. After all, Vlad would be along any moment to yank her back to their travels. Or worse, Dimitri. One good scream would send them running, she was sure of that.

"I've never seen anything like this place," she admitted to the two women. "Where are we? Germany? Poland?" They couldn't have walked all the way to France, could they? She'd always imagined it was a magical sort of place, but surely they didn't grow peppermint twist trees there.

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-06-30 11:53 pm UTC (link)
Well, her guess about them being new arrivals was seeming like a pretty good one. At this point, she was pretty sure they were both new. "Well, at least it's nice that I can help you find your bearings at the same time! More efficient." She gave them both a wide smile, noticing the looks at her clothing, but at this point, she was used to it. Except for Xena, no one seemed to know quite what to make of her choice of attire. They all looked strange to her, but again, that was something she was getting used to.

"Ooooh, puppy!" She dropped to her knees, delighted with the tiny critter, and opened her arms to it. She liked animals, and was pleased to see this one. Once she'd thoroughly greeted the small dog, she rose back to her feet and looked at the two women. "Pooka, did I hear you say? That's adorable."

But then, she had to get down to business. She was obviously the only one here who had any idea what was going on. So she looked at them both, trying to decide the best way to tell them. "Okay, this is going to be a little bit hard to believe, but there's a sparkly King who has taken you both from your own times, and possibly worlds. This place is called the Underground. Don't worry, though, you're not dead!"

"Hello, Anya, Doctor Temperance Brennan. My name is Gabrielle." She looked at both of them, and then sighed softly. "I'll understand if you don't believe me. I found it hard to believe myself. But it's true, I swear."

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[info]braver
2009-07-02 05:57 pm UTC (link)
"Anya. Short for Anastasia?" Brennan wasn't an expert on names, but it would explain the accent and the clothing. At least, partially. They were still about a hundred years old and more than likely ought to be in a museum somewhere. She glanced to Gabrielle and nodded. "Gabrielle. You may call me Dr. Brennan. There is no need to use my full name." She glanced around. "I have seen a similar place before, but only in a board game." She sighed, clearly frustrated with the situation. It made no sense, and Brennan was not used to things not making sense. Everything could be explained by science. Well, most things.

"I don't think we are in either Poland or Germany. This is unlike any place I have ever been. More than likely it's a figment of our imaginations." At least, that was the conclusion she'd drawn until Gabrielle spoke up. Brennan's brow furrowed and then lifted,then narrowed once more. "Pardon me? Sparkly King?" After being told that she had been taken from her world and time and brought her, that was the part she chose to focus on. For whatever reason. Sweets would have an explanation for it, she was sure. But, a sparkly King? Really.

Temperance glanced around again and sighed. "Alright." She didn't believe Gabrielle, not for a minute. But there really wasn't much in the way of a scientific reason that would explain it any better. "Where is this King? Doesn't he know that kidnapping is a felony? I work with the FBI and my friends will be looking for me." She glanced at the two women.

"If he has brought us from different times and places, where are you two from?"

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-07-03 05:38 pm UTC (link)
Anya's eyes widened in surprise at the woman's assumption. Until Vlad and Dimitri had explained their journey to her, she'd never considered that Anya might actually be short for anything, let alone so royal a name as Anastasia. "No, no, not...well, maybe. I don't know, actually." And, as she knew that probably sounded like one of the strangest things anyone had ever said, she quickly changed the subject. After all, it was normal for people to know their own names. That she didn't was a terrifying feeling.

"You're a doctor?" she questioned, studying the young woman, probably around ten years older than herself. The blonde woman seemed scantily clad, a bit like an old warrior or something, but no doctor. But the woman who'd introduced herself didn't really resemble what she'd always imagined a doctor to look like, either. "But you're a woman. What sort of doctor are you?"

They'd been kidnapped. By a king? Well, that was exciting! A bit sad, considering it looked like Anya's trip to Paris was going to be held off again, but still. A king. Maybe he knew who she was, if she truly was Anastasia, and was seeking other royalty. But if that was the truth, then what were these two people doing here. "Why us?" she questioned, curious beyond belief, more at being considered important enough to be taken away by someone than the sweet world surrounding her. "I'm from Russia. Not far from St. Petersburg. That's uh...that's the planet Earth?" she added, as Gabrielle had mentioned different worlds and while she wasn't entirely sure what different worlds meant, exactly, she figured it might include distant planets.

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-07-06 07:39 pm UTC (link)
It was always strange, how different people reacted to this. It might be fun to go around asking people what their reactions had been, and why, and write it all down. But, then again, it might be a bit of a touchy subject. After all, as Dr Brennan had mentioned, kidnapping wasn't exactly encouraged most places. Not that she really knew what a felony was, but she got the gist of it. These two, though, with their different reactions, she found fascinating. Though it was always sad to tell people they couldn't really go home, she found herself glad that she'd been the one to wander by.

"My best friend's a doctor... well, sort of. She's amazing, though, with what she can do with first aid." Gabrielle never, ever passed up an opportunity to sing Xena's praises. But then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing, and looked around thoughtfully. She needed to get these two keys and journals, if she understood correctly. It had worked when she'd greeted the young man with the strange name before. But the questions brought her back to the conversation.

"I'm from Greece, but I've travelled all over." She'd never heard of pretty much any of the places that the other two women mentioned, but that wasn't unusual at this point. "Yes, King Jareth. He sparkles." She nodded, and then looked around, a smile breaking over her face. "Oh, look! There they are, I don't have to track your keys down." From different directions, two little goblins came running up, huffing and puffing, with keys and journals in hands. One stopped in front of Anya, the other in front of Dr Brennan, and they held the items up to them.

"These are your room keys. I know it's hard to understand. No one knows why Jareth picks the people he does. Sometimes, people do go home, though. And the rumor is that if you do the Labyrinth and impress him, he also might send you home. He didn't for me and my best friend, though." She made a face, but then immediately smiled. She actually wasn't that upset about having to stay here. "Anyway, your room numbers should be written on your key."

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[info]braver
2009-07-06 07:58 pm UTC (link)
As Anya stumbled over answering the question about her name, Brennan raised an eyebrow and blinked at her. Most people were pretty sure about their names. But, there had been a point in her own life where she'd been certain about her name only to find out it was not the name she had been born with. She was Joy Keenan once.

Brennan nodded, finally able to answer a question about herself. "Yes." She answered proudly and then narrowed her brows when Anya was disbelieving because she was a woman. "I am the best forensic anthropologist in my field, actually. My gender has no bearing on my skill." It was becoming increasingly clear that Anya was from a time when women didn't hold positions of importance. Women probably couldn't even vote where she was from. She cut her gaze to Gabrielle. "I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate in the field of anthropology. I study bones, try to figure out why someone died or how they were killed."

The two women answered her as to their locations and Brennan was familiar with both places. "Of course Russia is on Earth. Where else would it be? There's no sustainable life on other planets." Even if Hodgins would disagree with her, there still hadn't been any proof. "Greece?" She looked at her again and then nodded. She could tell from her bone structure that she was telling the truth. From the garb the blond wore she could also tell that it was ancient Greece. She would have to ask her about the Gods of that time at some point. She'd once commented that no one believed in Zeus anymore, but maybe this one did.

Brennan couldn't have been more startled to see the goblins run up to them. She stared at the creature for a moment. It was trying to give her a book and a key but she was mesmerized. She couldn't begin to think that it was real. It had to be a hallucination, but she'd never seen anything like it before. The little goblin continued to thrust the book and key at her. When she still didn't take it, it got visibly upset and threw them at her feet, then turned and stomped off. She shook herself and crouched to pick up the key and the book. She wanted to study those things a little more. They had humanoid skeletons, but they were so ugly and disfigured and so small. She really wanted to study their bones, mostly, but she found the outside just as fascinating for once.

"What--what was that?"

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-07-07 06:12 am UTC (link)
Oops. Anya certainly hadn't meant to offend the pretty brunette. It was just that she'd never seen a woman who looked quite so powerful as these two did. One with her cropped hair and bright smile and the other looking professional and claiming to be a doctor. It was nearly more than she could take.

Anya's reaction to the strange little creature couldn't have been more different if she'd tried. "Oh, hi!" she exclaimed, surprise evident on her face, but amazed and fascinated by the goblin. "I've never seen anything like them. Are they dangerous?" she asked Gabrielle as she accepted the creature's offerings. Pooka seemed less inclined to like the beasts and growled, though with his small frame it wasn't exactly menacing. Still, he stood in front of her, barking until the goblin who'd come for her had run off.

Idly, she thumbed through the pages of the book in her hands. "Hey, someone's already been writing in it," she exclaimed, thrilled that she could read it all. She'd never been a brilliant student, but she'd worked hard in the few lessons the orphanage had given them. It had always felt like something she had already known, but she didn't remember anything of the sort. "Did I get the wrong book, maybe?" She glanced over at the doctor's book, wondering if maybe she had hers. But that wasn't possible because she'd been with her since she'd entered this place, and she hadn't seen Temperance write a thing.

Which reminded her. "Wait, if we've been kidnapped, how did we get here? No one chased me, no one tied me up, and I have a clear memory of everything from the last couple of hours." Of course she did, Dimitri was being terribly annoying and Vlad was attempting to keep her from throttling him and while that wasn't different from most hours, it certainly didn't explain why she could remember it clearly and yet didn't remember being attacked.

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-07-07 11:19 pm UTC (link)
Gabrielle nodded, though she didn't really understand what the pretty brunette woman in the strange clothing met. Okay, so that went for both of them. She didn't get what either of them were talking about. Especially the one who called herself Dr Brennan. But, then, she'd been here long enough that she was pretty much used to not understanding most of what was said. She rolled with it, as she rolled with most things. She really was an incredibly adaptable young woman.

"Those are goblins. I think they serve Jareth. There's always one or two around. They can answer questions, too, but not very complicated ones." She wasn't sure about how bright the things were, really. "I don't know if they're dangerous. In the Labyrinth, Xena and I fought lots and lots of them. And also a minotaur." She shuddered. That one had been close, and had even hurt Xena. "But out here, none of them ever attack anything. So maybe they're not dangerous, unless they're in the Labyrinth?" She shrugged, then watched the antics of the little dog in amusement.

"Oh! The books. They're great. You can write things to each other. They're all linked. I don't know how, but they are. So if you write something, people can respond, and vice versa." She paused, and then kept going. "So those entries you're reading, they were written by other people. If you write one, it will show up in everyone else's book. The key should be to your room."

In response to Anya's question, the blonde bard turned back to her. "No one knows how the King brings people here. He just... does." She shrugged. For someone who believed in the Gods, it wasn't such a hard concept. Jareth obviously had powers, and had used them to bring them all here. It didn't worry her much. "Maybe you should ask him! If you go through the Labyrinth, he'll be there to meet you. Otherwise, it's hard to find him."

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[info]braver
2009-07-09 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Anya acted as if she saw these goblin things every day. While she was happily greeting hers, Brennan sided more with Pooka. They were fascinating, and she wanted to study their bones, but she didn't really want to deal with them while they were alive. It was creepy. Brennan opened her book and showed it to Anya by way of explaining that hers, too, had writing in it.

And then she heard a name so vaguely familiar that she had to search her memory for the reason. She smiled in spite of herself when she finally grasped it. "Did you say Xena? As in, the Warrior Princess?" How many people called Xena could there really be? "My partner and our shrink have mentioned her a few times. I was compared to her once when I fended off a Black Knight with Excalibur." To anyone else, it would have made no sense whatsoever, but to Brennan, it made perfect sense. And it was all completely true. She said it with pride although she had no real idea who Xena was.

She was as curious as Anya as to how they'd come to be there. But it seemed that no one knew, at least according to Gabrielle. "Well, it's unacceptable no matter how he does it." She straightened her suit coat again and looked around. "Where are the rooms these keys are for?"

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-07-09 10:21 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you know her already?" Anya asked Temperance, interested but a little crestfallen. Not that there were very many people she'd want to be kidnapped along with, but if she had to be kidnapped, it'd be nice to at least recognize someone. "It's a different sort of name, isn't it? Xena? Is she Greek, too?" She knew she had a lot to learn about different cultures and worldly things, but she had to start somewhere. And if she was truly trapped there, Vlad wasn't exactly around to help her any longer.

But Excalibur was something she did know. "Like, King Arthur's Excalibur?" she questioned, surprised. "You've used it? The real thing?" Anya hadn't even known there was a real Excalibur, or even a King Arthur. It had always seemed a fantastical work of fiction before. But then again, she was in a place with candy all around. Anything could be real after that.

She settled against one of the sweet-scented trees and looked up at her companions with interest before turning back to the book in her hands. Just as Gabrielle had said, the words of others were spilled across its pages, some of them appearing at that very moment. It seemed they were all trapped there, which was disturbing as well as comforting at the same time. "According to this person," she said, pointing, "they're to our rooms. Well, then. When this king kidnaps someone, he certainly does a thorough job of it, doesn't he?" She looked up at Gabrielle for confirmation, but she was alternately excited and appalled. She'd been looking for adventure, but somehow, this wasn't what she'd had in mind. Mainly because she was nowhere near Paris.

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-07-12 09:06 am UTC (link)
Gabrielle's large green eyes widened even further as the doctor woman spoke her best friend's name and title. This was a first for her. But she nodded eagerly. "You've heard of her? Have you heard of me? I'm her best friend. Yeah, Xena the Warrior Princess, that's her!" She was far from displeased over the recognition, though slightly surprised.

But then it was her turn to watch as they asked questions about the sword, and she waited patiently. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, but it wasn't like that was exactly a new thing. She was really getting used to it. Once they were done, she figured, she could show them around, if they wanted. Give them a tour, help them find their rooms.

"Yes! The keys are to your rooms. I can help you find them, and show you around a bit, if you like. I've been here awhile, so I know my way around. I can try to answer any questions you have."

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[info]braver
2009-07-17 05:18 am UTC (link)
"I have heard of her, though it was my understanding she was a fictional television character. I have never met her in person, of course." She glanced at Gabrielle who seemed eager to also be recognized, but Tempe shook her head. "I have not heard of you, no." Brennan's brow furrowed and she tried to work out how a fictional character's best friend could be standing in front of her in the flesh. Strange.

She turned back to Anya and nodded her head once. "Yes. Well, no, not exactly. It was a replica used in the movie La Morte d'Arthur. I used it when the Black Knight ran myself and Dr. Sweets off the road and tried to steal it. It was a very valuable prop, as I understand it." She seemed a little proud of this, but Dr. Sweets had seemed to be impressed with her and she assumed others would be as well.

"I would appreciate you showing me where the room I am to occupy is. This King is hospitable, if nothing else." She frowned slightly, still confused by it all. "Is there a lab around here anywhere?" She glanced back at Gabrielle since she would be the one to know.

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[info]just_an_orphan
2009-07-17 04:48 pm UTC (link)
"Television?" Anya found a bit of this confusing. "Movies?" This was all very strange. People using words she'd never heard and talking about subjects that didn't make much sense. "I don't know what those are, but I have heard of La Morte d'Arthur. It's a book, at least where I'm from." Not that Anya had ever read it, but having heard of it was a bonus for her.

Labs. Kings. Everything was so weird here. "I still can't believe we've been kidnapped. By a King!" If she sounded a little excited, well, she sort of was. In fairness, Anya had no family to speak of, no one to report to save Vlad and Dimitri, and she had already met two kind if very different people. "Would you show us, Gabrielle? Where we're staying, I mean?"

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[info]bardictraveller
2009-07-18 06:30 am UTC (link)
Gabrielle pretty much shared Anya's reaction to these unfamiliar words, and turned to the pretty doctor with a slight frown on her face. "What's a movie? Or television?" She said both words in a way that suggested she wasn't familiar with them at all. But, being herself, she shook her head and shrugged it off quickly enough. She was very resilient. "... Lab?" She frowned a little more. "What's a lab?"

Soon enough, though, she was gesturing to their keys. "What number is written on those? That's your room number." She laughed softly and then smiled encouragingly at the spunky brunette girl. "He's very imposing, too. For someone who sparkles." But she didn't know how to explain about the sense of awe she'd felt around the king, so she just gave up. If they went through the Labyrinth, they'd know.

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[info]braver
2009-07-25 05:15 am UTC (link)
Brennan turned her gaze on Anya and stared at her blankly for a moment. But then she recalled that Anya was from a different time and place. Television didn't exist during Anya's time. And movies were silent pictures, she was pretty sure. She glanced over at Gabrielle when she asked the same question, just in a different way. "Uh, moving pictures. They're difficult to explain and easier to show you. Surely this place must have a television."

"Yes, La Morte d'Arthur is a book, but it was made into a movie with actors portraying the characters in the book. Then the actors are recorded with cameras and then it is presented for other people to see." It was easier to explain an anthropological anomaly than it was to explain how television and movies worked.

As Anya went on again about the excitement of being kidnapped by a king, Brennan turned her attention to Gabrielle who had asked what number was on her key. "I have B123 on mine." She held it up so that Gabrielle could see.

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