| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[seventeenth]

[Desmond doesn't take her hand to kiss it -- just shakes it in a firm but comfortable grip before releasing her. He wonders where she's heard his name before, but conceals his curiosity, for the moment.] I'm from America.

[enthusiast]

[She's a little confused by the gesture -- hand shaking, alright -- but she doesn't comment, taking her hand back. She's a bit more taken by that one magic word: America. Instantly fascinated.]

America? I have heard that is the new name for the land discovered by Amerigo Vespucci. My husband was familiar with his cousin. How is life in the colonies?

[seventeenth]

[You husband was familiar with Amerigo's cousin... oh dear. Desmond's smile flickers, but only for a moment. He's smiling again a moment later.] Well, for one, they're not colonies anymore.

[enthusiast]

[She scarcely notices that flicker.]

Have they formed their own country?

[seventeenth]

Uh-huh. The British got kicked out in the 1700's.

[enthusiast]

Como? [She's so surprised.] That is some time from now. Last I remember, it was 1513.

[seventeenth]

[Oh.She... might be a hallucination, then, but Desmond still doesn't think so. His exploration of Ezio's memories had ended well before 1513.]

Huh. Still not as far away as 2012, though.

[enthusiast]

[Eyebrows raised.]

Is that where you're from? Or perhaps I should say when? I must admit, none of this seems possible... I find it difficult to believe I'm not in some sort of afterlife.

[seventeenth]

Yup. The middle of fall in 2012.

[He grimaces at the mention of this being an afterlife, though.] That's my least favorite theory about this.

[enthusiast]

It would not explain how we are from different times. Surely, if this is death, than I would have already been here for a long time before you arrived.

[seventeenth]

Or why there aren't more of us here.

[enthusiast]

That, too, unless this place is temporary.

[seventeenth]

What, like hell's waiting room for something?

[enthusiast]

Purgatorio. [Slight head tilt, watching him curiously. Do these people from the future not know this?] Where people expiate their sins before going to Heaven?

[seventeenth]

Oh. [Well, now he feels silly.] I didn't really read Dante's Inferno that thoroughly.

[enthusiast]

[smile]

It isn't in the Inferno; it's in Dante's Purgatorio. [amused] I'm glad that Dante's poetry has survived to your time, though. La Commedia is an important work. Should this place only be temporary, you should read it more carefully.

[seventeenth]

[Okay, now he feels dumb.] Heh, well, I'll keep that in mind. There might even be a copy here.

[enthusiast]

It's certainly possible. No man should pass through any world without having known the greatest literature in all creation.

[She searches his face. There's still something she's trying to place about him. His voice isn't familiar, his jaw isn't familiar, his general posture and the way he carries himself isn't familiar, but there's something about him that's still catching her, despite the hundreds of years between them. She must have hit her head at some point.]

[seventeenth]

[Desmond's not aware that he's a weirdly familiar sight to Sofia. He's amused by her apparent zeal for books and learning; she kinda reminds him of Shaun, and Leonardo.]

Well, the best way to find out is to look around. You feel up for walking?

[enthusiast]

Of course.

[She doesn't want to think of how long she's been in that sarcophagus, even if she doesn't feel too sore.]

Do you have places like this in 2012, Desmond?

[seventeenth]

Yeah, but... [He shrugs.] They're old and out of style. They're mostly historical cites. Like a big museum.

[He pauses a little and thinks again. This is harder than he thought.] No one really lives in them anymore, unless it's something like Buckingham Palace.

[enthusiast]

Really? I can't imagine what they've been replaced with, nor do I know what a museum is. [A considering look.] Buckingham sounds English.

[seventeenth]

You'd probably like museums. They're big collections of paintings, or artifacts from other time periods. [She's really starting to remind him of Shaun, actually.]

It's in England, yeah. It's where the royal family lives.

[enthusiast]

I'm not too familiar with current English politics, unfortunately. [Just the thought is exciting.] I would definitely like these museums, though. Do they have museums for books? My husband and I have amassed quite a collection of rare books and paintings together, among other things.

[seventeenth]

There are some books in museums, but usually only the old ones. Original copies and stuff.

There are libraries, though.