video | username; sieglindesullivan

[grunehexe]

Ahem.

[The video reveals a rather proper looking young girl (ignore the old blood stains on her dress), sat in front of a rather impressive sprawl of vials, jars, and herbs.]

I am Sieglinde Sullivan, and though I have made some of your acquaintances, there are far more of you than one can expect me to know- so please consider this my formal introduction.

[She pauses, until. Yes, that's right, no one could reply yet.]

My true purpose in contacting you all is to find out who among you is capable of healing, whether that be in the scientific or magical sense. I am aware of some of you, but I could use some assistance in the production of potions and salves if there are any among you competent with such things.

Even someone unskilled could be of use if you are willing to learn and have a steady hand.

I would also appreciate the chance to speak more leisurely with those who may have knowledge of healing methods different from those of my own.

I await your contact with pleasure.

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[grunehexe]

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- with water? How so?

[adlantisag]

[ Masamune! She's only very briefly known him, but it speaks good of his character for him to watch over someone who obviously wasn't able to do it entirely for themselves. Kida wonders if there'd be a way to assure Sieglinde's autonomy in the future--perhaps ALASTAIR might be willing to provide?

She gets fussed onto the bed, and shortly a dry, cracked scone is placed on a plate in her lap. She tentatively breaks it, watching the myriad crumbs mar the white surface. Sniffs it; still good.

Still tastes good enough. ]

Thank you. [ She swallows before speaking, though after that first bite, she sets the scone aside. She didn't come for tea and refreshments. ]

Will you tell me, Sieglinde? What you know about Atlantis.

[grunehexe]

[Sieglinde has only recently taken a sort of crash course in manners, and though it lasts her to seeing Kida to her seat, letting her take the first bite... It doesn't last any longer. In a rather miraculous amount of time Sieglinde has her own scone in her mouth- practically the whole thing. It's a chewing battle, but she gets it down, and the remainder vanishes into her mouth before her guest even sets her plate down.

- She might be a bit peckish. And not afraid of speaking with her mouth full.]

It is quite a long tale... One told to us by the great Greek philosopher, Plato.

[A few crumbs remained on her mouth, but she wiped them away with a last gulp of food.]

Do you know the gods of the Greeks? Those who dwelt on Mt. Olympus?

[She said it was a long story, but that was purely for the benefit of her listener. Sieglinde's memory was near photographic, and anything she'd read was barely an effort to recall in its entirety, whether it be the lasted scientific tests, her predecessor's notes, fairy tales, or Ancient Greek philosophy.]

[adlantisag]

[ She watches, amused, as Sieglinde stuffs the entire scone into her mouth, before offering the remainder of her own: a growing girl must have more of an appetite, of course. ]

I do not know a Plato. But I do know of some of the Hellenistic gods. Zeus, Hera, Athena—

[ Despite herself, she's already beginning to sag a bit. The people of Athena were past her time--unless this Plato was using them as stand-ins for greater, more ancient beings. ]

[grunehexe]

[Sieglinde will just. Take that scone. Thanks. Her manners extend to offering guests refreshments and food, but if they then chose not to eat it... Well, that would be just a waste, so.

She at least proceeds a bit further into the story this time, though, before stuffing her face with it.]

It was said that at some point the gods divided up the land, and the island that would be called Atlantis was given to Poseidon, lots of the sea. In turn, he set his son by Cleito, daughter of a man sprung from the earth itself, as the ruler of the island, and that man's name was Atlas. His many brothers served him as governors over the vast island, and he ruled the land as king.

[It wasn't a story she ever thought to need recite, but Sieglinde's gaze turns slightly upwards, slightly distant, recalling words on old parchment pages in a well tanned bind.]

The island was vast and prosperous, with rich lands and a rich people, but some thousands of years before the narration of the text it was written their hubris grew and they warred with those who lived on the land, conquering them and enslaving their people. The Greek city of Athens formed an allience to counter them, and in the end stood alone against the forces of Atlantis.

However, losing the favor of the gods for their actions, there occurred a great tragedy wherein the earth swallowed up men, land, sea, and the city of Atlantis itself, which was never seen again by the likes of mortal men.

[- only then does she stick the scone she'd received in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she looked towards Kida. Was it the same history she knew? Or different, as the world's of ALASTAIR's recruits tended to be...]

[hardtohandle]

A date! Maybe shopping? Your outfit is really cute but it's good to change now and then, you know? [and bloodstains are so last seasons]

[inroad]

[ give him a second, he'll be reaching to read off the recipe card. ]

meat
cheese
lettuce
tomato
taco seasoning... [ ...lol ok may have to improvise here. ]
Salsa [ ...???? ]
Sour cream
"Guac" [ someone too lazy to write out guacamole, but luckily there is an aside for making your own "guac" within the recipe itself ]
corn chip shelling

Optional recommendations for variants of tacos and its relatives include but not limited to:
black or pinto beans
rice
stir-fried or grilled-style vegetables onions and peppers
Cheese sauce
Replace corn chip shelling for soft flower wrapping. rice and beans highly recommended as default for this version.

[ ... Yup so what is it other than a clusterfuck of foreigner ingredients and possible rice. ]

[servant]

So you need a dogsbody? [But he grins, because it's familiar work.] Yeah, I'd be glad to help. I'm used to being on my feet.

[Her next question catches him off-guard though, and his uncertain reaction could easily be mistaken for lying.]

I don't belong to any school.

[grunehexe]

[yeah Sieglinde gets lost right after "tomato".......]

How exotic it sounds.

[inroad]

Right! Exotic enough to be a divine food of dragons !!

I'm going to obtain all the things so hold the fort until I'm back, OK.

[ two relatively high statused-raised people thinking tacos have to be high profile ...
welp
what happens when they hear of Taco Bell. Worse, when they hear of the fast food McDonald's competitor known as the BIG MAC ... ]

[grunehexe]

A "date" is shopping?

[For that matter, she hopes she's guessing what "shopping" is correctly... In her experience one doesn't shop for clothing so much as call the seamstress but yeah maybe other people... Shopped...]

It has indeed been suggested to me that I expand my wardrobe.

[grunehexe]

I need someone able bodied who knows the difference between bishop's lace and hemlock, at any rate.

[Luckily for him Sieglinde is naive enough not to suspect a lie in favor of other explanations]

Self-taught, then? There is no shame in such a thing.

[grunehexe]

Then I shall await your return.

[What happens?

They eat all of them, obviously.]

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[sheriffing]

How would you work with someone unskilled?

[She's not saying she has magic, but she's not saying she doesn't, either.]

[servant]

[Merlin pulls a face at that.]

Oh no, you definitely don't want to mix those two up.

[He doesn't even want to think about hemlock.]

Sort of? I've been studying a book for the past couple of years, but I could move things and the like since I was born.

[hardtohandle]

A date can be anything. Shopping just sounded fun. So, can I talk you into it, Sieglinde? [Can he sweep you out of that stuffy room for a bit? Show you how the poor folk live and buy clothes?]

[grunehexe]

Definitely not.

[Though between the two, she makes more use of the hemlock.]

Move them, you say? How so?

[By power of thought alone? Gesture? Verbal command???!]

[grunehexe]

[Now is the moment of truth: does she reveal her ignorance and ask what a "date" is?

... Not yet. If she goes she can figure it out for herself.]

Well. If you are insistent...

[grunehexe]

To begin with, learning to identify plants and stones by their potential uses and magical properties.

[She squirms around on her chair and reaaaaaches, bringing back a book on screen and thumping it into her lap]

I also have recently acquired this tome for self study.

[sheriffing]

I could probably do that.

[Science-magic is a little less involved than the kind she's used to, at least.]

Where'd you get the book?

[hardtohandle]

Ab-so-lute-ly. You're working so hard that I feel sleepy looking at you. [Does he have to pointedly yawn for emphasis? He will, don't doubt him.]

What part of town are you in? I'll come pick you up, Little Miss.

[grunehexe]

I assure you I am not working as hard as I ought to be if I am about to leave my work.

[Which she... Actually feels guilty about when she says it out loud.]

I have a room above the market apothecary.

[grunehexe]

And you are able bodied, yes?

[She's shameless about looking the other woman over, despite her own reluctance if the same were to happen to her.]

I bartered for it- I judged it best to have a local resource available in case of flora differences between worlds. However, all that I have encountered thus far is familiar to me. - That cannot be guaranteed to hold, though.

[hardtohandle]

[That's sort of sad, in its own way.]

Right, right, I'll be right over. [He closes out the message. He had been relaxing in his spare clothes, but he takes the time to change into his usual fare. It didn't take him too long to find the place. The fact he was getting so used to these darkened streets didn't really make him happy. But, if he were starting to get gloomy about it... it would be even worse for a shut-in workaholic.]

Oiii, [a knocking at the door] Little Miss, you haven't passed out at your workbench, riiii~ght?

[adlantisag]

[ Kida would have considered it a waste as well, so she's happy to watch Sieglinde enjoy herself. That is, until Sieglinde's eyes become distant and unfocused, remembering some once-read information. Kida listens intently.

She remembers...how much does she remember? From the world above? She'd been so small, barely a few centuries old. Atlanteans age as normal humans do while they are babies, and their aging slows and slows and slows so quickly that by the time they are able to speak they are a few decades old. Their brains are as unripe as any human child's, however; Kida can't recall much from that distant part of her past. She remembers pale streets lit by the sun. She remembers grass, trees, fruit, mist and rain. She does not know if Atlantis was vast, if it had provinces or towns big enough to require their own governors. But it isn't out of the question. She knows her people's history is ancient and that they used to be great--older citizens have told her as much. But her father preserves the lion's share of the knowledge, and he refuses to share it.

Was this what he was keeping from her, then? War? That Atlantis doomed itself?

For a long time after Sieglinde finishes her tale, Kida sits in silence, mulling over it all. If war is the missing piece, certainly, other things make more sense: her father's reticence, his shame, his insistence that the people were safe and content underground.

He was wrong. They were human. They needed the sun, and the wind, and the sky over their heads. They needed it and deserved it. ]

Sieglinde...thank you. For sharing this. [ After she realizes she's been silent for a stretch, she offers an apologetic smile. ] Forgive me, my thoughts run deep. My people's history is a mystery to me, and I want--I want so badly to know. To understand.

[ Realizing she's speaking to a child, capable though she may be, Kida makes a bit of a face of annoyance at herself. Surely, she's sunk to new lows of desperation. ] I am sorry to have bothered you like this.