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[mirrordarkly]

[[so after a week of aimless wandering and several failed attempts to return to the Dreaming or remove the tattoo on his wrist, the Corinthian finally decides it's time to say hello. Twin black lenses peer thoughtfully down at the communicator, their owner nestled in the shade of some nondescript building.]

It is a curious thing, to be out of place. They have done their best to make us fit, but ill-fitting it must remain for those who had purpose before. Ties are not as easily cut as some lesser materials, and I find these unwanted attempts to bind... [he hums] ...mm, an irritant. I doubt that I'm the only one.

[a pause. The Corinthian glances briefly down at the tattoo on his wrist, glowing in the shadow. He frowns, then returns his attention.]

...I am also aware that there are none here I know, and I am cut off from contacting them. So instead I would have your names and a word on your world, if you would give them. Or not - as you will. But it seems the only thing to do with a communicator is to attempt to communicate; there is no point to hiding in a false world. I will even begin, to make it more comfortable. [he adds, humored:] That is a rare offer from me.

[the nightmare touches a hand to his chest genially.]

I am known as the Corinthian, nightmare of the Major Arcana in service to the Lord Shaper, Lord Dream of the Endless.

And it is good to meet you.

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[exceptfebruary]

[ Julian is choosing to interpret the first part of his post to be about displacement in time. Julian is very one track mind. ]

Irritant is putting it mildly. So many from different points in time. Different years. In some cases, different centuries. The Porter has much to answer for.

[mirrordarkly]

The Porter. Yes, I would have a conversation with it as well, given the opportunity.

[one he would have liked to have when he arrived, but their hosts cut that short.]

But I feel the answers you'd seek are more narrowed than my own. Does the flow of time in this place so concern you, dreamer?

[exceptfebruary]

As would I. She appears to be less conversational in this world. [ Like many who remembered the City, Julian still thought of the Porter as a she. ]

The flow time always concerns me. I am the Calendar Man.

[mirrordarkly]

You have met her before?

Calendar Man. That seems a slippery thing to stand a life upon.

[exceptfebruary]

Not directly. There was a world before this one. She used to greet us herself. She spoke to us on one occasion while I was there. Since I was ported here, not a word.

[ He hums. ] But you do the calendar discredit. Things change. People leave. But the calendar remains.

[mirrordarkly]

Of some cultures and times. I have found them to vary. But then I feel you may be one of Destiny's, and I have rarely understood that member of my lord's family. So as you will.

Did she speak of intention, this Porter of the world before?

[exceptfebruary]

Yes. There are many calendars. But the gist is the same. [ He doesn't know what to make of the mention of Destiny, but he's not going to argue. It almost gives him a little thrill, one that he can't quite describe. To be associated with destiny is entirely flattering. ]

As for the Porter, I can't say. I was there for a year and eleven days. There are others who remained longer than I.

I know she liked holidays.

[mirrordarkly]

I must imagine that endeared you.

What became of the world before?

[exceptfebruary]

From what I've been told, the universe ended. January 14th, 2014. I was not there for it. Unfortunately for your curiosity.

[mirrordarkly]

What a strange thing, the death of a universe. Perhaps the same is planned for here.

[exceptfebruary]

I should hope not.