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[silk_for_calde]

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[A rather startled young man in a red tunic flickers into view, fiddling with the controls of his newfound network device. He’s clean-shaven, but his blonde hair is disheveled. Keen blue eyes peer at the camera for a moment before he begins to speak.]

Forgive me for not addressing you with the proper respect—I’m afraid I don’t recognize any of you, nor am I certain where I am, although certainly it is not where I expected to be! My name is Silk— Patera Silk, I should say— of Viron, and…

[Silk pauses, glancing uneasily offscreen, stroking a cheek thoughtfully with his thumb. His gaze returns to the screen.]

I have learned that the gods can use a glass—I presume even one as odd as this!—as easily as a Window… And yet this is unlike any theophany I have ever w— [Pause.] —heard of. Ah...

[Murmuring something under his breath, the man quickly traces a plus sign in the air in front of him.]

Could... someone tell me, is this Mainframe?

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[ooc: All replies will be video/audio, since i will never remember to label!]

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[Voice]

[eiremagic]

Silk?

Odd name.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Is it? Certainly not as common as some, I suppose, though I have met men with stranger names than mine.

May I ask who you are..?

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

'm Eden.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Eden? I've never met anyone with that name, though it has a familiar ring to it... Perhaps it is mentioned somewhere in the Writings, though unfortunately the context escapes me at the moment.

Well, I am glad to meet you, Eden. I find I'm at a bit of a loss... I can't imagine where I might be but Mainframe; and yet, I didn't expect it would be so wholly unfamiliar. I hate to impose, but could you tell me-- what is this place?

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

The Writings; they like the bible?

It's the City, yeh poor fool.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

The Chrasmologic Writings, I mean. Have you never seen them? I've heard that some outside Viron do not read them as we do, though the only man I've ever met from another city-- from Trivigaunte, as a matter of fact-- seemed quite familiar with them... Though given his occupation I suppose he'd have to. The Writings are, more or less, the only hints we are given to the Plan of Pas; written by men who understood the whorl not only as it was, but as was yet to come.

The... Hmn. I was heading on my way back to what I would call the city-- to Viron, I mean-- but I ended up here, somehow. I hesitate to say it-- I can't really believe it!-- but this doesn't even seem to be the whorl I know.

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

[There's the sound of someone tapping her speakers]

Oy. English.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Ah- [Long pause]

...Pardon?

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

Nevermind.

Yeh're in the City; it's sort of roadside dump for the worlds, mate.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

So I'm no longer in the whorl? How strange! I did not know there were others, aside from the short-sun whorl of course. I had always heard the short sun was red, or else I might imagine I'd somehow ended up there.

Thank you, Eden, and may all the gods smile upon you if they can, from Mainframe; and particularly the Outsider, who must be here. I don't suppose there is a manteion in this City?

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

Doesn' look like it.

Well. Uh. Thanks. Dunno what a manteion is, sorry.

[unkindnessof.livejournal.com]

I think it'd be safe to say no, you're not.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

A manteion is where we-- augurs, I mean-- sacrifice and pray, among many other things. I wish I could say I were surprised that there isn't one... though not being in Viron, I don't know what help a manteion would even be.

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

So it's a bit of a church, then.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

So I am beginning to see! It seemed the only logical possibility when I found this glass, but I suppose at this point nothing should surprise me. I'm a foolish man, I fear.

Might I ask your name?

[Voice]

[unkindnessof.livejournal.com]

A word of warning: you'll find very little to be logical about this place. It has nothing to do with foolishness.

It's Raven.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

If you say so..? I've really only heard it called a manteion, but of course I'm not in Viron anymore. If that's what you'd call a church, then I suppose a church it is. [He laughs a little, a bit embarrassed at his own ignorance.]
Do you have augurs here, then, after all?

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Ah, thank you for that. Though a fool I remain, I'm afraid. Since last Phaesday very little has been logical, even at home, so perhaps I'm off to a good start!

Raven? Ah, I thought... Well, it is a pleasure to meet you.

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

Er. No.

Yeh're a touch religious, aren't yeh? I wish I could help more but I have no bleedin' clue what yeh're sayin'.

[Voice]

[unkindnessof.livejournal.com]

Phaesday? I don't think I'm familiar with that day of the week month?.

I would say the name if I had your name.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

I'm an augur, yes... I don't know what you'd call it. To tell the truth I'm as confused as you! I run the manteion- the church, you'd say- teach the children of the quarter, lead prayers each day and services on Scylsday, and sacrifice when we can. We ought to sacrifice daily, but in the poorest quarter of the city, one does what one can, of course.

[Voice]

[eiremagic]

Yeh're a priest, then!

The poor always do what they can. Doesn' always work out.

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Phaesday is the sixth day of the week. It's Hieraxday, or was when I left, which is the fourth day. Perhaps you name them differently here?

Raven is a familiar sort of name, though I've never known anyone by it before, not that I can think of at least. I assume you're not Vironese, though?

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

Well, at least there seems to be a correspondence between this world and mine. Or should I say your world? Are you a native of this place, or did you arrive mysteriously as well?

Indeed they do, and though the people of our quarter must often do bad things to get by, they are good people at heart. A great many of them, at least. While I was dismayed at first to be assigned to the Sun Street Manteion, it has been a greater blessing than I could ever have imagined to work for them.

[Voice]

[unkindnessof.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I know them as Saturday and Thursday respectively.

No, I'm not. ... how can it be familiar if you don't know anyone by it?

[ooc: Lawl, see mun fail at remembering he intro'd his name in the post. Raven is not blind; it's just her mun, sorry. ;;;]