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First Weaving: The Wheel Weaves [Video/Action if you want it]

Well this was new. New and mildly disconcerting, to be truthful. As she stepped naked from her pod, Lanfear couldn't help but look around with wide eyes, bewilderment plain on her face. Shaking her head, she rubbed her temple, shutting her eyes as she thought back. She'd been talking to Lews Therin's reincarnation...and then the Soulless and the Trollocs came. And then...nothing. The next thing she could recall was the inside of that small cell.

No, not a cell. That was even more apparent as she looked around the chamber. A pod. Like something Balthamel might have come up with. Something from before the War. When? How? Her eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, taking it all. No, not a room. This was some sort of...ship? A Sho-Wing? Or perhaps like one of the great Observation Spheres. Surely not, though, those had all been destroyed after she'd been sealed. And those were feats far, far beyond the feeble minds of the present Age to duplicate. What was going on?

Stepping forward, she almost stumbled on the footlocker at her feet, a sneer forming on her lips as she read the nameplate. Mierin Eronaile. With a snarl she grasped the Source and felt the heat of it filling her, the gentle thrum of Saidar pulsing through her and sighed. That was always easier than grasping the Dark One's power, less painful in it's own way, though the weaves were slightly weaker. But enough for this. Liquid fire poured from her fingertips, incinerating the plaque and leaving nothing but a molten puddle on the floor. That name no longer had any meaning. And none need even know such a name ever existed.

Still holding the Power, Lanfear began to weave her disguise, her shape changing from ripe maturity to the blossom of youth. Selene. That face would do quite nicely. Wherever this was, looking a little vulnerable probably would be a boon. Rifling through the contents of her box, the Chosen found her gown, the angreal she always wore, and a few other trinkets she'd had on her when she'd visited the Stone. And a strange mirror with some sort of crude type-set attached. Like something from...so, so long ago. Before the Hundred Companions had sealed her away and Broken the world in their madness. An act she still intended to repay if any of those fools descendants yet lived. But that was a thought for another time she mused as she dressed.

The mirror was a small thing to understand, but as she perused this "network" one thing became quite clear. She was not in her world anymore. How she'd arrived and how to return were both matters that would need addressing. Which meant dealing with the local inhabitants. And that meant leaving this ship and speaking to the wretches. Or...using this network. That might provide a few answers. Yes...a bit of false distress. That would do nicely. Her gown shifted, becoming voluminous and thick. A touch of modesty would do no harm, either...

[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

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[Still embracing Saidar, Lanfear hears the man's approach without much difficulty. She peers cautiously around a corner, a worried frown on her face as she eyes both the firstborn (as if there was any doubt), and his hammer. A warrior, indeed. And a strong one, by the look of him. Why, she could almost even call him handsome, after a fashion.

She steps out, clutching the mirror to her chest.]

A-are you Thor?

[And there she is! Thor offers her a smile, trying to look capable and reassuring. He's actually pretty good at both those things, not that she actually needs either. He answers her, giving a sweeping bow:]

Aye, my lady. Thor Odinson, at your service. My brother claims you require assistance?

[And she does look nervous enough that perhaps he is quite right, there, in fact.]

I...I do. I am called Selene, Lord Thor.

[She takes a single, tremulous step closer]

I do not know where I am. And I fear beasts or worse on the road.

[Thor just nods in friendly greeting, and offers her his free hand encouragingly.]

They do not usually come this close to the ship. But I will gladly escort you down to the Old City, if you will have me do so, my lady. I can explain whatever Loki has not explained-- or whatever he has attempted to explain and only succeeded in making things less clear-- along the way?

Thank you. You are most generous and I am in your debt.

[She steps forward the rest of the way, gingerly taking the offered hand with a slight nod. At least he seems convinced of her frailty.]

Your...younger brother, I take it? He informed me that this is a different world. Though, he was somewhat unclear about the meaning of that. Do you know more about the nature of this place, and how I was abducted?

[He's convinced of her fear and confusion, anyway. His smile is warm when she accepts his hand, and he settled Mjolnir on his opposite shoulder, half-hidden by his head from her point of view, so he can lead her down the path towards the ruins of the city visible in the distance.]

This is indeed a different world, my lady. It is called Verdana, and there has been war here that damaged many of the cities and caused those domes--

[Mjolnir comes off his shoulder briefly to be used to point at the distant blue glow.]

--to rise up, locking some people inside and some outside. I would suggest staying well away from that dome, my lady. They are not very friendly. As for how you came to be on that downed ship you came out of....

[He shakes his head.]

That, no one knows, I fear. Everyone who comes from there seems to be from a different world-- or time from that world. Most seem to have skills or abilities that may be useful in a place like this, or against an evil regime.

[There's no obvious assumption in that comment that he thinks she has such skills or abilities, or if there he, is makes no judgment of what she can or can't do.]

[The confusion, at least, is genuine. As is her gratitude. Never let it be said that she is not gracious to those who give her aid. She listens to his story wordlessly, nodding at first and peering out into the distance at the dome. That, at least, she understood. Some manner of barrier, and Loki had told her of the inhabitants. Lanfear's eyes narrow for an instant, intrigued at what might be inside the dome, but fading as she regards Thor.

She speaks in a quiet voice, though a good deal more steady than at first. Talking has that calming effect on frightened ladies, she muses to herself.]

Well I am accounted a poor hand at such things as swordplay and the craft of war I leave to men. [Though...if she was to be forced to defend herself it would become known that she wielded the Power, and better that she not seem a liar, given that she was stuck here...] Though I know a bit of magic, I doubt it would be much good against...that. [She gestures to the dome]

Aye? That is well, then. There are others in the city below with some talents in magic, perhaps you can meet with them and share what you know. Even a little power may be used to great effect.

[Maybe he's thinking more of his brother there than her, but that's hardly surprising.]

Where are you from, my lady Selene? What realm and time do you call home?

Perhaps. As I told your brother, I am more of a scholar.

[Carefully skirting around a lie, there.]

As for that...I dwell within the city of Cairhien, in the 3,000th year of the Fourth Age. Though if what I'm told is true, then that has little meaning. What of you, my lord?

I fear you're right. I have never heard of Cairhien, nor the Fourth Age. I am of Asgard of the Nine Realms, which I expect will also mean nothing to you, in return?

[He's resigned to that, though. At least he can expect she won't freak out at him over Loki if she's never heard of the place, let alone the people.]

Aside from what your brother mentioned, you are correct.

[No shame in admitting that she didn't know something. At least, not here.]

This...concept of other realities is going to take time to become used to, I fear. Though I suppose with a brave warrior such as yourself around, I've nothing to fear from beasts and brigands. Again, you have my thanks.

It is the least I can do, for another new arrival.

[He offers her another of his warm, reassuring smiles.]

As for the concept of other realities... I am still learning about them! My brother is from a different one than I, and a fellow warrior from Midgard is from yet another, where he is apparently a she!

[That still amazes him, that one little thing could be so different.]

Midgard?

[Her eyes flicker curiously. That was something beyond the realm of Portal Stones entirely. The Wheel spun out people, but no matter the age or the realm of chance, gender was always a fixed point. Aran'gar was proof enough of that.]

And he was a she? That sounds rather impossible. But I suppose that I should expect nothing less, in this place.

Midgard, eye. Another of the Nine Realms, and not likely one you are familiar with. Most of the others here are from Midgard, however. They call it Earth.

[He looks out over the city, which they are fast approaching now.]

I do know that this is all strange to you. It was strange to me, and I did not even come from that ship place!

[It does not ring a bell, so she declines further comment on that.]

You did not? Then, you traveled her of your own accord?

Nay, I'm afraid not. It was something of an accident, though I still do not entirely understand how it happened. I was transporting-- a war criminal home to Asgard, by a means of an energy portal, and it somehow dropped me out over Verdana's ocean not far from a ship with individuals from this very city.

[Kind of a nice coincidence, that was, to be honest. Otherwise he'd never have found anyone.]

Truly? That is good fortune indeed.

[And there's something interesting about the idea of portals, but she frowns...and instead brings up...]

But...what of the war criminal?

That, I do not know. I can only hope he went on to Asgard without me, and is now in the care of-- of my father, to keep safely imprisoned until he learns the error of his way.

[Because Thor will not give up hope that it is possible. Especially not with his more innocent brother right on hand.]

Light willing, that's what happened.

[Take that as you will, Thor. War criminals of any stripe are bad to have around.]

[Which is one reason Thor is trying hard to keep Loki's name out of this. He's not at all good at subterfuge, or lying at all even by omission, but he's trying.]

I can only hope. All attempts to contact home have gone unanswered. I may simply have to wait until they can find me, and tell me what happened.

Have you a way to reach your home? Or...is there any way to communicate with other worlds here?

Not that I have found, no. I have tried every method I can think of, from the communicator Lady Potts provided me with, to shouting at the sky for Heimdall to listen for me, to sending letters by lightning into the sky. Nothing seems to come through.

[Not that he really expected much out of the letters by lightning thing. They're out of the mountains proper now, and walking down the ruins of what was once a paved road, but is now pitted with rocks, plants, and even a small tree here and there.]

Shouting at the sky? Sending letters by lightning? Are you Aes Sedai, Lord Thor?

[Or what might pass for one in this place. He might notice a faint curl to her lips when she says that word, like it's a sour fruit.]

I do not know what that is, I'm afraid, but if it means magician in any way-- no, I have little interest in the magical arts. Heimdall has a sight that can see all, no matter how far, within the Nine Realms and without them. It is possible he might hear me if he listens at the right time and in the right direction.

[He gives a slightly embarrassed smile.]

And I did not truly believe the lightning would work, but I was trying everything I could think of.

I...suppose it's like a magician, yes.

[Heimdall...sounds like a troubling individual as well. But all of this is still a lot to absorb.]

But if you have no interest in magic, how is it you called lightning?

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