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[treadingdawn]

[Click.]

[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

The description of Caspian's people sounded familiar. After a moment Chuck realized those were almost the exact words he, himself, used when he was describing the Bass men, during his father's wedding. He told Caspian as much. "It seems like there was a Telmarine somewhere in my father's family," he added as a joke.

The rest of Caspian's story was... a little unbelievable. But since he was stuck in a City between worlds, listening to a clock counting down to an apocalypse... Yeah, he could buy the big revolution in a galaxy far, far away.
"Don't be riddiculous. It's always good to know your friends are close with the royalty," he said with a smirk.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Tybalt and I think the same of the House of Capulet. If we are not related by blood we are surely familiar with the spirit of our forefathers," Caspian nodded, acknowledging that joke but he was just as likely to believe it to be true. And he hadn't even gotten to the part of a conniving uncle yet. "...My ancestors came from Earth, actually, so we are told. The same place as the Pevensies--the Kings and Queens of Old--came from," he explained with mild reluctance, "not from England though. I am unsure from where exactly."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Earth is a big place," Chuck shrugged. And then his brain fully processed what he just heard. "Wait, you mean you can actually travel between our two worlds? Without stopping for an indefinite time in the City?" he asked shocked. Because so far he simply assumed that you had to use the City as a twisted version of some midway station. But apparently Narnian royalty was from England, of all places.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He stared at Chuck. Dumbfounded. Not because his remark was but because he really didn't know how to process it either.

"No it's complicated. There are ways to travel between Earth and Narnia but none of them are ways we control on our own. Aslan can... but only Aslan. This world was foreign to all of us until we arrived," Caspian explained... or tried to.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Thank you Caspian, for making even less sense.

"So, only this Aslan guy can control who can travel to Narnia and who can travel to Earth?" he tried to clarified. "Can't you just ask him to let you go for a short visit? I mean, I assume you're some sort of a war hero, or revolutionary, or whatever term you have there... There should be some perks for that, right?" Chuck reasoned, trying to translate the way his own, Bass-centric world worked, into a completely new reality.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Yes, only Aslan willingly."

Briefly there flashed a sad look to Caspian's eyes, but he shook it off as quickly as he could. "No... It doesn't work like that, Chuck," he shook his head but smiled, thankful for the other man's enthusiasm in a sense. It was a nice thought, to be that ambitious for such a cause. Caspian empathized.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Well, that sucked. Chuck had a difficult time imagining having his travels limited just because some guy in charge of the airport didn't like his scarf... Or whatever ways of determining who can go where, that Aslan had.

There was always that more sentimental strategy of bringing Earth to Cas, if Caspian couldn't come to Earth. He wondered how many people would have to be bribed for that. Something to think about in his spare time.

"To be honest, it sounds even more riddiculous than our laws regarding drinking," Chuck pointed out. He stood up and stretched his muscles. Still slightly sore from the lesson, he grimaced.
"Come on, let's go back to the City, we can discuss more pleasant topics on the way," he suggested with a smile.