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What the ever-loving fuck was this? It certainly wasn't the Razorback or the Rocinante, that much was certain. Not with the water there. Even on Earth, she spent very little time near water - it simply didn't hold the fascination that it had for Martians and the Belters. But now? She wished that it was nowhere near her.

Brushing herself off, she began to move out of the cave, towards what looked like civilisation. It felt odd to back in full gravity, though she was glad to be rid of the mag boots, heavy, ugly things they were.

It didn't take her long to find the hologram, though she was unimpressed at the sheer lack of information which she was receiving from it. How the hell could she work out what was going on from that? Anyone passing would see a somewhat older woman, giving the hologram a very sour look in the hope of decent answers. "Motherfucking piece of shit."

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[Fucking primitive piece of shit technology. Even as a child, which was longer ago than she cared to admit these days, technology was further on.

However, she composes herself as the true politician she is, before sending a general message. Any sign of inner concern was certainly not showing in any way. Instead there was someone who had given more speeches than she care to remember.]

Greetings, citizens of Genessia. My name is Chrisjen Avasarala [and if anyone was from Earth, Mars or the Belt, they would know damn well who she was], and I have just arrived in this charming place. I have received the basic information as I'm sure everyone did, but as I am still finding my feet, I would appreciate any information that fills in anything after the rather scant introduction.

[And there was not a single curse in there. Arjun would be proud of her.]

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[ Remilia's from Earth all right, but early 21st Century at that. But... her intuition tells her this woman is a one of importance, given the kind of speechlike tone in that introduction. A fellow noble, perhaps? ]

I am Lady Remilia Scarlet. I'm afraid none of us know who or what brings us here, only that the general conscious over in Nova is 'we're working on that.'

[ Her (French accented) tone is generally a diplomatic one. And she's too pale, has crimson eyes and a pair of bat wings. ]

[She took note of the formality by which she was replied to. Interesting. A broadcast like hers ran the risk of all kind of cranks responding, which hadn't happened so far.

One of the advantages of her job was that she was used to assimilating information quickly. The reference to Nova was noted - one of the surrounding cities, according to the information she'd been given so far. Interesting, and something to investigate at a later date.

She noted how this Lady Scarlet looked, but made no comment. She'd been dealing with Belters, after all, and in many ways they were barely human anymore.]

Nice to make your acquaintance, Lady Scarlet. I'm glad to hear that someone is working on that, at least. [If they weren't, it would have been so much more frustrating.] May I ask how long you have been here?

[ Whoever those Belters are, they're still mortal, unlike this little vampire. ]

Hmm, just over two years. If you're worried about life back home, it's fine. There's some manner of time dilation here.

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[Belters, and whatever shit Mao was making with that protomolecule. It took a lot to phase Chrisjen.]

I wasn't until you mentioned it. [Time dilation sounded familiar, most likely something Michael Iturbi had mentioned during one of their many conversations. Another old friend killed by events. How many more?] I've heard of time dilation...

[ Remilia thinks a moment. ]

I'm not sure what's causing it, but the speed of time here and back wherever we come from is quite different. I'm told those who went back home ans came back return to the moment they left.

[She looks sceptical, but you can't blame her. It's a lot to take in, and she is being asked to take it on trust. Chrisjen simply doesn't do trust, at least not of the general public.]

You are told? Does this happen a lot? [Oh she is full of questions, and it is the fastest way to get information, after all.]

It was that sudden slew of swears that caught Augustine's attention as he walks by. The dhampir lingers there for a moment, completely hidden in the shadows before reluctantly stepping into the light. While it's not unusual to see him strolling through Genessia City, Augustine been roaming incognito as of late. Why? Might have something to do with him to avoid certain folks today but he won't state why. Although, anyone looking at him probably would be able to tell the reason but not a newcomer like this stately woman here.

"...I take it that you're displeased with the hologram." He states with a somewhat nervous chuckle. While Augustine's dressed in a modest black and white suit, his fondness for lace and ruffles still takes precedent. He looks like he stepped right out of the eighteenth century or so. Augustine could easily be confused for a cast member in a period drama but he's not. If anything, he's just a flamboyant gentleman with a strange love for the Baroque period.

"Need any assistance, madam?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" For a moment she was pure sarcasm, but then she remembered that she was in a strange place, with strange people, and it wasn't necessarily their fault that she was in this predicament. Well, until she actually found out what the fuck was going on, that is, or more to the point, who knew what the hell was going on.

She turned towards the man, taking in his outfit. Did he escape from some kind of convention? Not that she had any room to talk, with her fondness for bright colours and expensive, extravagant saris. "Yes, I have newly arrived here... somehow, and I'm trying to find my feet." The jump from space to being on solid ground was disorientating in more was than one. She gave him one of her winning smiles. "I would appreciate any help you can give."

That biting comment wins a laugh rather than scorn. Augustine gives the woman an apologetic smile. He was content to just take his leave until she takes up a more polite tone. It's then that Augustine offers another one of his signature smiles before attemping to assist. "Oh, don't fret. I know what it's like to be a foreigner in a new land." He explains with a cheerful chuckle. "I'm not native of this world either. Several months earlier, I wandered out the Bay much like you did." Augustine says while gesturing for the hologram nearby to reach the main menu.

"Weiss here is a rather helpful guide but no one wants to talk to a hologram all day." Once they were at the main menu, Augustine signals for Weiss to start explaining the over history of Genessia. "You see, this is place...is something like a nexus. A busy intersection where different universes cross paths. You're stuck here definitely by the forces that be but thankfully, Genessia is a rather vibrant and interesting realm." Augustine plans to elaborate further but right now, he focuses on the basics.

"That is the place where I woke up?" She didn't know what other way to describe it. One moment she was on the Rocinante, the next simply... not.

She kept half an eye on the hologram while at the same time listening to the other man. "Force that be?" she asked, picking up on that quickly. Someone who was in charge? Negotiation space, perhaps. "What reason do they have for bringing people here? And oh, I'm glad it's interesting. I so hate being somewhere dull."

Augustine gives a nod at her first question before offering the woman a brochure. "Here's a map of Genessia City proper. The city is laid out as a grid with the Bay nestled in the near center." He picks up another brochure for himself and idly turns the pages as he continues. "The Spirits." Augustine answers tersely as he searches for the page that speaks briefly about them. "This entire world is govern by spirits that protect the five city-states. Not much is known about them but these spirits are the ones who brought us here. So essentially, we're their esteemed guests."

He peeks over at the woman briefly. Augustine wonders just how the madam will take the news. So far, she seems relatively calm but he can tell she's a fiery one. Also, her sense of style is beyond anything he ever seen. He's quite impressed with her and he doesn't even know her name yet.

"Unfortunately, I don't know why we've been brought here other than the fact the spirits feed off our energy, our life force, if you will." A frown settles upon Augustine's lips as he closes his brochure. "Though, that's...not entirely confirmed. I know the City Guardians are expected to support the barriers with their essence but---" He sighs.

"Forgive me but this place remains a mystery to me even after all this time."

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She glanced at the map, taking in the somewhat (to her mind) unimaginative numbering system. The colors linked to the gates were of interest to her. What was behind that? Questions for another time, she was sure.

She was silent while listening to his explanation regarding the spirits, but anyone watching her would see that she was distinctly unimpressed. "I must admit, the thought of anything feeding of my life force is, at the very least, disturbing." Given the issues the human race was having with the protomolecule, it was more than disturbing, but she would go with that. The alternative was to have a screaming panic attack, and she simply did not do that.

"As long as you have nothing to do with the spirits, there is nothing to forgive." People caught in a trap were unfortunate, but not to blame.

"Of course." Augustine chuckles as he turns away from the hologram. The hologram in question falls silent for now, almost as if she's waiting for any further instructions. "Her information is limited." The dhampir states suddenly. "Despite the formation of the GSRF--" He pauses momentarily to explain the acronym. "The Genessia Scientific Research Foundation, I mean--they haven't had much luck in finding out the truth behind these spirits or the secrets of this bizarre world." Disappointing news, no? Nevertheless, Augustine means to steer this woman in the right direction by suggesting that perhaps she should speak to Weiss herself.

"Weiss Schnee, Head of the Schnee Company, is also the president of the GSRF. It's an offshoot foundation founded by the wealth of her company. She used to be the City Guardian of Nova City as well but she has retired since then." Surely Weiss could point this woman in the right direction. Surely.

"Ah, on that note." He suddenly smiles. "I just realize we haven't introduced ourselves yet."

So she had a name. It was a starting point, but for her a vital point. Her stock in trade was information. Who knows if she had any information that could be useful, but she would certainly try. "That is useful information, thank you. I may ask further questions once I'm settled in. Someone who has been brought here, and been here for a while will have a unique perspective, I'm sure."

"No, we haven't. My manners must have left me in the surprise in being here. My name is Chrisjen Avasarala." She paused, as if she wanted to say 'Deputy Undersecretary, but realized that the UN probably meant nothing here, so there wasn't much point in using that. "I'm from Earth, but I was orbiting Io before arriving here."

If information is what she needs Augustune is willing to supply. He knows much about the political atmosphere in Genessia. Enough to give Chrisjen a bit of a leg up. "You're quite welcome, madam." He replies with a charming smile before finally offering his name.

"Augustine Gheorghe Vlad Tepes, at your service." The dhampir says with a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to make your acquiantance, Madam Avasarala. It seems we both hail from two different worlds but we both know of Mother Earth." He grins some. "You was orbiting space prior to arriving here? My, what an experience that must have been." Augustine has never been to space. Of course he knows it exists but he doesn't know the first thing about it.

The face that Chrisjen pulled told Augustine exactly what she thought of space. "It's a dangerous, frustrating place," she said, almost huffing. "There is nothing romantic about space travel, believe me."

Well, there was, but she was old enough and cynical enough to hate being out of 1G.

[Ted would agree that the information is lacking, with the double pain of being too long and mostly irrelevant. Sadly he's from Earth and has no idea, but he'll try his usual charm anyway.]

Hello, Ms. Avasarala. I've never heard those names before. What do they signify? Ah, I'm Ted, by the way.

In exchange I'll tell you what I can, having been here a while. Anything you wanted filling in in particular?

It's a long standing family name. Names from a certain region on Earth. Technically Avasarala means 'one who is simple and graceful'. [Well, putting people at ease never hurt.]

How about we start with something like how long have you been here? [Not that she had anything to gauge it against. How long was long? But it was a starting point.]

Haha, good qualities both. All right. I've been here about three years.

[And because he's in an especially helpful mood, he'll answer questions she didn't even ask! What a guy.]

The world itself has records from we pendant-bearers for nine years, in 2009. We're on, as you can likely guess, 2018 now. Though there's but one entry there; activity hadn't really started in earnest till the later part of 2013. I'm not sure why.

[Three years got a surprised look from her. She was too used to events moving quickly, the thought of being stuck somewhere like this for such a length of time was night on impossible to comprehend. How the hell did people stay here so long? Surely they would be missed at home.]

Pendant-bearers? The box that I found when I woke up? [But what caught her attention was the year?] 2018? Well... shit. [That was a long time ago.]

[Whoa there, grandma. Watch the language! And here he'd hoped he was in for the grandmotherly type.]

Yes, the very same. Is that a bad year?

[She was a grandmother, but not your typical grandmother - at least not to anyone she doesn't know.]

I wouldn't know. It was about 350 years ago.

[Dang, and the apocalypse still hasn't happened? What's taking so long!]

Eheh, glad to see Earth held out so long. Suppose things will seem a little less contemporary, eh? Unless you go to Nova City.

[Given everything that was happening with the protomolecule, it might just be a matter of time before that happened.]

Well, it's been close a few times. And what is so different about Nova City?

Haha, oh I don't doubt it. Genessia draws so many saviors hither, one would assume all worlds can't help but court calamity.

Oh, I rather meant that living in a far-flung future would mean Nova City would be more familiar to you, not less. More automation, many more things in the air rather than earthbound, and so on.

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