Kivrin Engle (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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poly_chromatic2014-01-25 09:23 pm
notpraying) wrote in poly_chromatic2014-01-25 09:23 pm
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Well, Mr Dunworthy, I’m here. Wherever ‘here’ is. At first I thought something was wrong with the fix, or maybe you realised there was something wrong with me and decided to pull me out. I was so ill. I thought it was the time lag. I woke up in the hospital and I was almost certain Dr Ahrens would come strolling through the doors any minute to explain what had gone wrong, you right at her heels with an “I told you so” and polishing your glasses so I wouldn’t see how worried you really had been.
I would almost prefer that.
I’m in a place they call The City. Just that. It obviously isn’t 1320. It isn’t even Oxford. I’ve seen and heard things that are almost too ridiculous to be true. People talk about magic like it’s fact. And someone asked me what world I was from like they knew, like it wasn’t a completely impossible thing to send someone through time and space. I didn’t say anything, I thought it best to keep my answers small until I have a better idea of what’s going on.
Is it possible to be sent to a different time altogether? Am I caught somewhere between the early 21st century and the 14th? I don’t even know where the drop is, if you’ve realised what’s happened yet, if you’re going to try and come get me. I thought I came through into the Wynchwood, I remember the trees… But I was so dizzy, it could have been a dream.
Please come and get me.
Hello?
[Kivrin isn't peering at the camera like she's never seen one, which is impressive considering she arrived looking like she belonged almost 700 years in the past. The device is different from the vidders and phones from her time ("world," according to the contemps) but she can make do.
She's sitting up in her hospital bed, really the only room or home she's had in this City for the past week, long hair braided over a shoulder and hands folded in her lap, expression kind, accent pleasantly English.]
Well, there we are. I'm Kivrin. I've been told this is the best way to reach out to the contem— [She corrects herself, letting a cough take over to make the shift.] —locals in the City. Only I've also been told no one is exactly local. [She shakes her head a little.] Anyway, I've gotten my basic questions answered, but I've got just two more.
Once I'm discharged, I'll need a place to live. Can't very well stay here. [Kivrin chuckles a little breathlessly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes.] Do we just help ourselves to flats? And I'll need a job. I've been at uni for the past few years, I'm afraid all I'm very good at is studying at this point!
Thank you very much.
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