reserved @ atarax (canon is AMC's TURN)

[tideturning]

... [Abe opens his mouth, then shuts it, and silently shakes his head.]



Alright, let me see if I understand... You want to--pluck me from my life, away from my wife and my son and... obligations--you want to pluck me away from all of that for a voyage on a ship that sails in the sky?

[He throws his hands up and shakes his head again, at a loss for words.]

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[peter_grant]

....A flying ship?

[tideturning]

[He recognises a uniform when he sees one, but uh... he's never seen a uniform like that. Tries not to e obvious about looking the man up and down.]

Yes, among the stars she said. A ship without sails flying past the planets. [gives a half amused sniff with yet another shake of his head. So not in the mood for all this.]

[peter_grant]

We talking Enterprise or Captain Hook?

[He takes his notebook out of his pocket and starts making notes. Mostly out of habit. He's registered the look, or the trying not to look look. He's quite used to it.]

[tideturning]

... Sorry, I have no knowledge of the Enterprize's captain. [Gives the other man a flat look and thinks he's being taken for a fool.] If she ever breaks free from where she's docked I can only wish her and her crew a safe voyage among the clouds.

[peter_grant]

[Class A nutter, just what you want of a Sunday eve. Peter can forgive some of the pop culture misses but not these. Come on. Time for a new line of questioning. He nods at the man's attire.]

Off anywhere in particular?

[Like an historical reenactment.... Usually people a took thpe military angle over the village... Whatever he was supposed to be.]

[tideturning]

[Farmer whose family has money.] I could be asking the same of you, sir. I've got no means of returning home at the moment.

[he eyes the bobby hat and nods at it, gesturing to his own head] And uh, under whose authority might you be? [He tries valiantly not to smile in amusement but it sort of fails.]

[peter_grant]

And how did you end up here?

[He hasn't stopped writing notes. He stares down the smile.]

The Queen's. Cheeky bugger. I never like to guess, but you're Republic of Ireland, I take it?

[tideturning]

[Alright now he knows this one's messing with him.] Before I answer--Queen of what? Republic of-- Look I think someone ought to check you for a fever, I mean no disrespect. You've had too much to drink, maybe.

[peter_grant]

I'm not the one dressed like a-..... Really enthusiastic Oxford law student. Or raving about flying ships.

I'm here to keep the Queen of bloody England's peace, and you, my lad, are going to cooperate.

[tideturning]

I think His Majesty George III might take up disagreement with you.[Turns half away and covers his mouth so he can let out a good chuckle] Oxford no, King's College in New York City, yes.

[peter_grant]

I think his Majesty King George is a little too dead to care.

[tic tic tic]

Long way to go to stu-

[ding ding ding ding!]

A ghost. Of course. Alright, enough silly buggers, what do you want?

[english_dignity]

These muns don't often seem to care much about what responsibilities they pull us away from. Afternoon tea, family, duty to Queen and people, it's rather all the same to them.

[tideturning]

King. [Automatic correction after the mess above.] If it's the same, her time might be better spent elsewhere.

[english_dignity]

I'm rather quite sure that I swore my allegiance to Queen Elizabeth II most recently, and quite some time ago at that.

[tideturning]

...

She finally saw fit to tell me it's the year 20...14, from --your perspective.

[he's going to need a minute to process this.]

[english_dignity]

June 15th, to be precise. And for you?

[tideturning]

February 1777. If you'll pardon my skepticism, I find it to be... unbelievable at best.

[english_dignity]

[And cue Arthur suddenly looking rather ill. That... was not exactly a good year for him. Tiny voice, might be trying not to be sick on him (or start with the blood coughing.]

You don't say...

[tideturning]

... Are you feeling alright? [looks around quickly and fetches a chair. He's not going to let this odd fellow collapse or anything.] I admit I'm not schooled in any methods of tending to the ill and wounded but perhaps I could fetch something for you.

[english_dignity]

I'll be quite fine, there's no need to fuss.

That was just... a bad time period for me.

[Still, does take the chair.]

[tideturning]

You don't look to be 250 years old; closer to my age, I think. Can't say it's been a productive year so far, but nor was 1776. Rebels, a bad harvest...

[english_dignity]

Yes yes, I remember the rebels. Like I said, not a good time.

And thank you for saying so, but I'm closer to sixteen hundred, actually.

[righinn]

[ no sympathy from the homeless adventurer here, even if that ship does sound like the work of magic — though if he squints hard enough, her eyes do flicker with a tinge of understanding for his fear of being separated from his family, having almost lost her mother forever herself. ]

An adventure in the skies? [ PLEASE TRADE MUNS WITH HER. ] What obligation could be more important than that?

[ she's still getting used to this whole "actually being a responsible princess" thing, okay. ]

[tideturning]

Wh-- [excuse you!!]-- I have a wife and son. An adventure in the skies is better left to fairytales for children. [he runs a hand over his hair. AS INTERESTING AS IT SEEMS, he just. This time in is life... he... really ought to do more growing up.]

[righinn]

[ hey, now. don't you go dissing legends! some of them are true. ]

Going on an adventure doesn't always have to mean leaving family behind, you know. [ if only she knew what kind of place ataraxion really is. ] In fact, the only family I've not yet seen in this place are me wee brothers. [ which may be for the best lbr. ] And seeing as how that's a mere three out of the six of us, I'd say the odds of you finding your wife and son again are looking pretty good.

[ "obscure" what's that mean. ]