You can climb a ladder up to the sun.

[Shakes Peter's hand, with a smile]

Yeah, I'm Blue.

[He nods to Caspian]

Welcome to the City...sort of. This way.

[He turns, leading them through the streets]

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[Follows behind, keeping a slight distance from Blue]

How long have you lived here?

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You have a favor owed, Blue.

[He says while following the blondies.]

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Oh, about six months.

[He blushes a bit]

No, no favor. I know I was kind of lost when I arrived, too.

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[slightly dumbfounded]

Six months? That's quite a while.

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Are there no countrymen?

[Adding questions with Peter.]

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[Shakes his head a bit]

No, some people have been here two years or more, and some people come and go. We don't know how old this place is, really.

[He leads them to a set of townhouses and pulls the key from his cloak to open the door]

From Narnia, there's only Bree, and he's recent, only a couple of days. It's pretty common for same worlds to pile up at one time...

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I hope we're not stuck here for that long. That would cause a problem back at home.

You're from Narnia, then? Or at least a surrounding country?

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You know very much about this place, Blue.

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It might not. At home, you might not even be gone an hour.

[Lets them into an townhouse - the first floor has a kitchen and a living room, and a set of stairs]

Up the stairs, and to the right, I'll bring up the rear.

[He locks the door, and keeps explaining]

I'm not from Narnia; I'm actually from Albion, which in a way neighbors Narnia. I've never been there - I've only met people from there.

[Pauses]

I read up on things. And make a lot of friends. Do you need something to sleep in? Something not made of leather and wool...or...school uniforms?

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Like the wardrobe, then.

[kind of standing on one spot, looking around. We're definitely not in the 1940s anymore]

Albion? The UK?

[and kind of stops his staring to answer Blue's last question]

If you have anything available, thank you.

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[The modern townhouse seems to fill Caspian with awe and caution. He recognizes basic things, but the electricity is a bit jarring.]

I am comfortable as I am, thank you.

[He says to Blue. There's only a slight amount of pride.]

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[Turns them into a room filled with instruments; a piano, a french horn, a number of trumpets, a sax and a guitar, and an oboe, all on stands. There's also a futon couch. He reaches into a closet in the room and pulls out sheets, blankets, pillows, and a set of pajamas. If Caspian wants to sleep in his brigadine, far be it for Blue to stop him]

Um. Yeah, sort of. It's to the UK as Narnia is. Preserved.

Caspian wouldn't get it, but...well..

[sighs, a bit rote]

Boy Blue? Little Boy Blue?

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[shakes his head. He's frustrated by the fact he doesn't know who Blue is, even though Blue seems to know him personally]

I'm afraid I don't remember. I'm sure I wouldn't forget anyone I've met before, either.

[towards Caspian, in a slightly dry tone]

If it's your only set of clothes, you might want to consider taking better care of them.

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[He can take his brigandine off to expose his smocked sleeves and embroidery? Caspian looks around the music room too, recognizing some instruments and completely unfamiliar with others.]

Get what?

[He doesn't like the assumption, but unfortunately Blue is right, he's never heard the rhyme before. At Peter's words Caspian stares at them both then gestures to Peter's uniform.]

And wear something like this?

[Taller than Blue that's for sure.]

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You can wear one of Cori's shirts. They're white. And plain. And made of cotton.

[and probably comfortable. Man. It's hard to remember the last time he met Fables this dense. He hands Peter the pajamas, and pulls out the futon]

The rhyme, Peter. Don't you know it? I thought everyone in the Western world did, by now.

[He arranges the futon, and puts two pillows on it]

Can you guys share this, or do I need to get the cot?

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[... it finally dawns on Peter]

The nursery rhyme? I didn't know you were referring to Mother Goose.

[doesn't particularly enjoy the thought of sharing a bed with Caspian]

Perhaps you should ask Caspian, first.

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I am familiar with cotton.

[He doesn't know what nursery rhymes or Mother Goose are, and he's quite dense about this world, but he's no fool when it comes to textiles. His remark is also a subtle acceptance to change clothes.]

It is a little small.

[But Peter is the High King. He looks at Peter, as if this is a minor competition in itself.]

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It's not Mo-

...anyway. That's me. That's why I'm from Albion...or that's why the rhyme is from the UK. It's complicated.

[He's watching this show of alpha maleism and trying not to roll his eyes. It's like Prince Charming and King Cole. Back in the closet he goes; he pulls out a clean white shirt and hands it over, then grabs a fold out cot in his arms]

Caspian, can you please move the oboe and the french horn? [points with his foot] You can put them near the piano, just tuck them under the seat.

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The rhyme was written after you?

[bends down to help move stuff, even though Blue asked Caspian]

[ooc: I'm out for the night, but you can either assume Peter's actions or we can pick up tomorrow?]

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[This saves him from having to spend time figuring out what makes a horn French, but he does move the futon over and makes room for the cot before spending the time to unbuckle his brigandine, and vambraces, and sword belt.]

We are in debt to your hospitality, Blue.

[Yes, 'we', since he unfortunately has little to contribute. Caspian looks... interesting in a t-shirt.]

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