My lords, my ladies...

[thetrudger]

 My dear, dear mundane!

I didn't realize we were so close. Please, allow me to offer you my thanks. I would indeed be grateful to find a second home.


And you, in return, get the pleasure of the company of Geoffrey Chaucer! The lily among the thorns, the whisperer of the written word, the herald of life itself-


...Ah, now, don't give me that look. I'm a writer. I'm allowed to exaggerate. 

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[charring]

[Just so amused over here.] She's looking for a second home for you?

[scaretaker]

You're Geoffrey Chaucer?

[thetrudger]

Indeed she is.


I do hope such a lovely lady isn't homeless. What is your story, my lady?

[thetrudger]

[A laugh.] Last time I checked, yes.

You know me, sir?

[charring]

I'm not. I'm in a place called the City. It's a pocket dimension full of people from all over. Sometimes there are curses and today was a really bad day for me there. Other than that, though. I'm unexciting.

[Charlie. You are a liar.]

[scaretaker]

You? Oh, no. I don't know you. How could I? You're right here in front of him, and we've never met.

The name Geoffrey Chaucer, though, that is a big name and I do know of it, indeed I do.

Tagging mostly so mun can squee over this

[like_a_gerbil]

You're Geoffrey Chaucer? [Steve's really trying to keep his disbelief in check. He's used to meeting people from the future, not the past.] The Chaucer.

:D

[thetrudger]

Yes, indeed I am! Chaucer, poet, herald... I answer to all.

[He is very pleased with all the attention he's getting.]

And you, my good sir? You are...?

I loved him so much XD

[like_a_gerbil]

[Even caught by surprise, he can't quite forget his manners.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chaucer. I'm Steve Rogers. I've read one of your books.

You're in one of those games?

[thetrudger]

[...Okay. This guy is unusual. He just rolls with it.]

A big name, is it? That is certainly an exciting thing to learn.

Do you have a name, sir?

[scaretaker]

[OF THE TWO STEPHEN KING CHARACTERS TO REPLY...]

Jack. Jack Torrance.

Goddamn, man, I hate to be a bit put-off, but you're--Chaucer's a damn big name where I'm from!

He's a blast to play :)

[thetrudger]

It is most definitely a pleasure, Mr. Rogers. And is that so? That is quite satisfying to hear.

I am indeed. 'Tis a mystical castle, full of wonders and magic, but also shadows and darkness. Named Cair Paradisa. Are you in a game, sir?

[thetrudger]

Oh, I doubt that. Your game sounds quite interesting. But I am sorry for your terrible day. I do hope tomorrow is brighter.

My current home is Cair Paradisa, a magical castle full of wonders and horrors alike.

[like_a_gerbil]

I've heard of Cair Paradisa. Well, my mundane has. I'm in a game called The Library. We were sent there to repair the place and the worlds outside the Gates.

[charring]

It is. It keeps people on their toes.

[A faint sad smile sent in his direction.] She just had me murdered as part of a Shakespeare Serial Killer plot. Bright days might be a while away but thank you for that.

[thetrudger]

[Said teasingly, but not in a mean-spirited way.] Perhaps I should take a bow.

Many have told me of my future success, and I await it eagerly.

Tonight is my night of typos, apparently.

[scaretaker]

I don't think you get to have such a long time with those successes, but I'm not Chaucer scholar.

Seems to be the way with artists, you know. Get real famous after it's all been said and done.

[herewegoto]

Hey, it's not exaggeration if they still remember your name. More...artistic license.