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[The face on the network now is not a happy one. This beaky-nosed older gentleman, with his expensive suit and tie and his lightly feathered hair, looks rather coolly displeased. The background is that of the outside of the ship, since he’s apparently found his way out, though he hasn't gone very far yet.]

I’m not sure just who thought it was a good idea to be kidnapping people? But I can assure you, whoever you are, it was a very. Bad. Idea. You have kidnapped entirely the wrong person.

[When he smiles, just one corner of his mouth turning up, it doesn’t look particularly cheerful. It looks a little threatening, actually.]

Whoever is behind this, I have much more important things to do than dealing with you, but believe me, dearie, I will make the time if I have to. I’m assuming, whoever you are, you’re paying attention to things said on this device you left me, so I’m sure you can see this. Send me back where I came from... and I might decide not to make you sorry.

[And he waits, leaning back a little in the camera’s view, both hands resting on the grip of his cane. Somewhat impatiently, and fully expecting someone to say something back-- whether it’s a smart something... or a stupid something. He has places to be, and he’d rather not linger here longer than he has to.]

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You're here!

[Belle shouldn't be delighted by this. She isn't, entirely - there's worry, too, both for matters at home and for the inhabitants of this world if anyone decides to go and do something incredibly stupid.

Which, in all honesty, she can't really put past a good half of the people on Verdana on the best day.

But mostly, in the heat of the moment, it's delight, and relief.]

When did you wake up? I'll be there as soon as I can.

[All that impatient malice evaporates into surprise, and some little worry. This is the last thing he expected, and if someone has Belle, too... well, that someone is definitely going to pay. He'll make the time.]

Belle? I'm-- outside that underground city I woke up in.

[It's the only thing he has to compare it to, so that's what it gets called, silly-sounding and probably incorrect or not.]

What's going on?

[When she woke, she thought it was a mausoleum. City sounds much better.]

Something put a hole in the walls between worlds. We all - everyone you can reach with this, and everyone still sleeping - fell through from our own lands.

[Which, she realizes, sounds just this side of insane when said aloud.

The library's visible behind her as she goes, hurrying to find the swiftest way up to the Old City base.]

I don't know if it was a curse or - or something else, but whoever's responsible, they're either dead or gone into hiding.

[Yes, that does sound a little crazy. But then, he's used to dealing with multiple worlds, and if there's holes between them... well, he can imagine it being possible.

He'll deal with who to punish for it later, though. Once he's understood things a little more fully. More importantly, though:]

Where are you, Belle?

There's a city to the south. They offer housing for people who've been - displaced. It's not far - I can find a shuttle up and meet you at the inn near the camp.

[The thought occurs to him that he might just transport himself to meet her... but it's discarded almost immediately. He doesn't know about how magic works in the world, he doesn't know exactly where they are in relation to each other, and waiting a little while would at least give him time to gather his thoughts again.

Even if he really doesn't want to wait. So after a pause and a frown, he answers:]

All right. I'll find this... inn, I suppose, and meet you there.

[Her smile is quick and delighted.]

It's just down the lane, around the bend. You can't miss it.

[And then she's gone, to find the first available ride.]

[When she gets there, she'll find him standing-- he tried pacing, but the limp was getting annoying, so he settled on just standing-- outside, both hands on his staff, his spell case on the ground beside him and Baelfire's shawl around his shoulders. He looks much like he did when she last saw him, albeit probably in a different suit.

He's also looking a bit like he might blow something up if people aren't careful. This whole situation has him on edge, and all the soldiers aren't making anything more comfortable.]

Not quite kidnapping, I don't think. More like different world all together. Almost as if there was a crossing of the streams of each possible universe.

So I've been told.

[And he seems rather less than pleased about the whole ordeal, but for the moment he's working with it rather than against it.]

I've been to quite a few different worlds. What is this one like?

Recovering from an apocalypse. We had a time shift and it fixed things to make it a little more comfortable here, or at least it was a nice side effect. Previously it was an even worse apocalyptic place. We barely had electricity and running water.

I've dealt with worse. Though I'll admit, I do find myself fond of some of the amenities of modern living.

[Like the fine suit and hot running water. Those are both very nice things. Everything else he manages just fine with magic, usually. Here, he's not sure how careful he needs to be.]

So time... changed somehow?

[That's the really interesting part, right there.]

It did. We had problems before the shift. Things like limited supplies, limited electricity, jury rigged hot water supplies, and iffy housing. Not to mention being thought as as perfect candidates to be shot at.

But after the time shift, things got better.

[Rumple's a little skeptical. What could possibly change a whole world like that, all at once? A time shift?]

And what exactly was this "time shift" that changed everything for the better?

I haven't determined its exact nature yet. I'm still working on what caused it, and what other effects it has had. I'm fairly confident I can find out the answer or answers.

[slight shrug]

[He looks a bit amused at all that, maybe a bit condescending.]

And just how to you intend to do all that? Some kind of magician, are you, dearie?

Astrophysicist, actually. And do not use that tone of voice with me. I am not your dearie.

[His expression is now both amused and dismissive.]

Ah. A scientist. I wish you luck with that. Dearie.

[Nyah nyah, he's not going to do what you say.]

[Now that's enough to tick her off, Mr. Rumplestiltskin.]

Oh, thank you for your kind words, sir, they are so very appreciated by this mere scientist. I'm sure your magic will work quite well.

[of course this was given in the sweetest tone possible.]

[It's tricky over a phone connection, maybe, but Rumple does manage a mocking little bow for her. Yeah, the sarcasm doesn't bother him one bit. Here, have some right back:]

You are quite welcome. Now, I have a lovely lady to wait for, so I believe I'll bid you farewell.

Whoever kidnapped us is a little beyond anyone's reach. Unless you happen to be a time traveler.

Not that I'm aware of.

[Though he's never actually tried... seeing the future is bad enough, without having to have the burden of trying to avoid changing the past, on top of it.]

So you have some knowledge of this... situation?

I mostly have guesses. Th ship brought us here, though, and it's... whoever made it probably doesn't exist in this reality right now. They may come back, in either the future or the past, but if they're here now they've not made themselves felt.

[Which is frustrating, but not insurmountable. Rumplestiltskin is relatively good at finding what he needs. So he focuses on something else she says.]

Ship. What exactly is this ship you keep mentioning?

[Well, she's mentioned it once. Belle mentioned it once. A couple other people have brought it up.]

I'm not seeing anything that resembles a ship around here.

You didn't wake up on it?

I "woke up" somewhere, but I wouldn't call it a "ship", exactly.

[He actually glances back, presumably in the direction of the ship in question.]

It's a spaceship.

Actually, it's more than that. It's a timeship of some kind.

[She's lucky he has the false memories of modern life as well as his old memories of being the Dark One. His confusion clears a little.]

Ah. I never thought things like that were real.

[Which is ironic, given where he's from and the life he's lived, heh.]

Well, they are. [She smiles a little.] The technology here is pretty advanced.

[He looks a bit sour, but only a bit.]

Sounds lovely. What else should I expect to be different from, say-- a normal American town?

Almost everything. [Isn't she informative?]

Very helpful, thank you.

[His tone is dry and unimpressed, but a little amused, as well. He's not annoyed-- yet, anyway.]

My understand is that we were not kidnapped. Instead, we fell through a crack in our universe.

[ For the record, Helga thinks this is worse than being kidnapped. If they had all been kidnapped, there would at least be someone to face. ]

A crack in our universe.

[Which is about what Belle said, too. It still isn't something he's sure he understands, though now he's had a little bit to think on it.]

And how, dearie, did these cracks come to be? Or do you know that much?

I wish I could say. I have not been here long and am merely repeating what I have been told.

[ By several different people. ]

Ah, right. So you really don't know all that much, after all. Thank you for nothing of import, then.

[Don't take it to heart, Helga, he's like this to everybody.]

[ Wow. How rude! ]

I hope you have better luck than I in obtaining information.

Oh, I probably will. And who might you be?

[Yes, that's right, be an ass and then ask the lady her name.]

My name is Helga but I will leave you to your search.

Very well. And a good day to you, miss Helga.

[If he had a hat, he'd doff it-- mockingly, of course-- but as he doesn't, he merely inclines his head before signing off. Or rather, moving on to a new conversation as he waits for Belle.]

Thank you.

[Bruce is busy tinkering with things on the ship, but he can multitask.]

Unfortunately, you're going to be stuck here awhile. At least, until we can get the ship up and running, calculate the correct equations for traveling to various points in time and space, and make use of those calculations correctly.

That all sounds very impressive and scientific.

[Which means he's not all that thrilled about it. Science has a place, he supposes, but magic is much more efficient, as far as he's concerned.]

I assume no one has tried making any portals, then?

[He blinks at that, pausing in whatever he's doing.] Not that I'm aware of, but I've been stuck in a pod for the past couple of months, give or take. Thor might know something about portal technology, but I'm not sure we could simulate it.

[Bruce doesn't immediately assume Rumple is talking about magic, here.]

No, not technology. Obviously you're not from anywhere that has magic, are you?

[And he sounds just a little bit pitying when he says it, too.]

I do know the name Thor, however. Deity of sorts, isn't he?

Of sorts. [Bruce looks a little amused at that]

But no, I'm not from a world with magic, as far as I'm aware. But I believe it's possible it could exist in other realities.

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