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This place is magnficent! It has so many shops, so many types of cocoa and milk! So many kinds of drinks. I have found one named tequila. It's almost as good at the stuff back home. So many kinds of ale! And everything is in one place! Most amusing.

However the doors are short and very narrow. Was this place built only for the smaller races?

I am called The Iron Bull, and yes, the horns are real. I really need to find some horn balm.

Well now, if that ain't a sight I never quite expected again, I don't rightly think I'd know what was. Whatever's been in my food lately, I'll take it for dreams of places this nice.

At least I'm back here.

I'd hate to run into Cersei after all that.

I am kind of glad this wasn't a hallucination.

(  Seeker Cassandra  )

(  Cole & River Tam  )

I know some of the stories here. I've heard before, but I haven't. And you can talk from faraway on this. It carries through electricity. Like magic.

It makes noises like clicking when you push letters. I like that.

Some of the people here walked out of stories into a world that's more real to people here, and less to them. I wish Varric was here. Maybe he could meet his stories and see them the way he does in his head.

What is ice cream? A woman with her heart in pieces told me I should have some when I said he still cared.

Hello people whose faces I know. And people whose faces I don't know. The faces don't matter so much, but it's nice to see the same ones sometimes.

This is wrong. It isn't right. None of it is right.

Quiet. It's too quiet. So quiet it's louder than anything. That's a paradox. Quiet can't be loud except when it is. I don't like it here. I miss the sky. There's too much sound and the air tastes funny and it's all wrong. The ground feels wrong. It's too steady but everything's shifting. It makes my head hurt. I need to be in the black. It's too solid here. Loud where it should be quiet and quiet where it should be loud. This is why you aren't supposed to meddle with things.

It's all muddled. They meddled. There's always meddling. Shouldn't meddle, but they do. Can't leave well enough and it all turns to dust and ash. They can't know. Picking and pecking. Tearing at the threads until it all comes apart. Just apple bits left. You aren't supposed to play with things like this. Threads are invisible, but they're stronger than steel and they'll choke you if you aren't careful. We're stuck. Tethered. A different center of gravity. It picks and pecks. Clawing in my brain like tiny pinching fingers. Digging in and stabbing with little knives. All of it's wrong. I'm trying to work it out, but the equation doesn't work. Too many variables. It hurts my head to think about it.

Not safe. It's not safe to wander off alone, he says. But how can you wander when there's no one to wander from? Logical fallacies and paradoxes. Simple Simon. Wandered because he isn't here, but can't wander because there isn't anyone to wander from. I'd follow the breadcrumbs back but there aren't any. The birds ate them all. They'll get stomachaches.

How uneasy I feel.

This won't be at all uncomfortable

It would seem there have been quite a few arrivals from Thedas recently. I haven't exactly been keeping track of how many want me dead, but I imagine it is a fair few

( nate )

Try not to shoot anyone. Even if they say unpleasant things, I probably deserve them.

( hawke )

Bets on who attempts to murder me first? I know you love a good wager.

( fenris )

How are you settling in here? I hope Isabela and Hawke haven't gotten you into too much trouble.

( solas )

Justice is willing to speak with you. You had said that you wished to, before you would agree to help separate us.

I am not sure where I am or how I got here. I was told by someone who carried herself much like a sister of the Chantry that I may have friends here.

Oh this is just brilliant. Alternate worlds, parallel dimensions, alternate dimensional worlds; pocket universes, bubble universes, I love them all really. Well not all, some of them have been a bit of a bore, others a bit smelly. This one smells just fine though, a bit metallic but also a hint of cinnamon. Tastes a bit different too, that's how you can tell it really is different. The grass tastes a bit gross. Sadly.

Anyway, hello! I'm The Doctor, lovely little town you've got here. It's always the little towns where the strange events occur isn't it? Big ones get the big events, little ones get the tiny unnoticeable events that are strange and mysterious. Very cliche, but brilliant. Stick with the classics, that's what I always say... actually not really sure I've ever said that before.

Back on track though, seems you've got a wormhole problem; it's okay, happens to most dimensions this age, definitely something I can help with I think. Though this one is just a bit more complex than I've ever seen, feels different in that way. Totally into it, love a challenge, and I guess this means I'm here for the long haul. I don't usually do the long haul, it'll be different...

Suppose this means I'll need to get a job. Only had a job once before, for half a day. How do you get a job?

I can make no sents of this place.

They said there are people I know here and that this is how I talk to them?

Even for magic this is nonesense.

Well. This certainly isn't the Spirit World. Granted, I've never been there, but judging from the general lack of spirits, and the fact I've been told that this is some town in Maine, I've put two and two together. I was looking forward to the vacation, but I've never been to a Maine, either. Or even heard of it. But again, guessing I'm not exactly anywhere near home at the moment. Worlds away, even.

But this little piece of technology I've been given in fascinating. I've never seen anything like it before. I've never really seen anything like this place before, actually. It's certainly a far cry from Republic City, but there's a certain quaintness about it.

Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Asami Sato.

My first day here and I have already been asked if I was someone's elf. If I do research on this Santa person, will I need to feel belatedly insulted?

I have been seeing the term Christmas being tossed around on here and I was wondering what it is exactly. Does it have to do with the decorations I am seeing around this town?

Well, this place is certain quaint. It's almost charming.

I don't suppose anyone has seen a very purposeful young elven woman about. Probably fighting a dragon or doing something equally ridiculous and heroic?

Melava inan enansal.

I'm in need of painting materials.

[ Anders ]

You survive, yet you possess that which preserves both halves. I would have a word if you're not opposed.