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@communist-osha
Hello, I am Commie (they/them). Communism has gotten a bad reputation because of it's unfortunate history. I plan to fix this reputation by advocating for worker's safety. Our goal is to fight for the rights and equality of all people. The rich are not people.
//Ooc: Here is a ref I made for Commie. The picrew I used will be below the cut. Eventually I will have the energy to draw them myself
Also, updated pronouns to She/They cause she gives me she/they energy.
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Hello, I am Commie (they/them). Communism has gotten a bad reputation because of it's unfortunate history. I plan to fix this reputation by advocating for worker's safety. Our goal is to fight for the rights and equality of all people. The rich are not people.
//Ooc: Here is a ref I made for Commie. The picrew I used will be below the cut. Eventually I will have the energy to draw them myself
Also, updated pronouns to She/They cause she gives me she/they energy.
If you were a real communist, wouldn't your pronouns be we/us?
When referring to ourselves, yes, but when others refer to us they would you third person pronouns
Gonna be honest, I'm quite used to people ignoring me. I'm not sure where to go from here so I'm just gonna say you win and run away back to my corner of obscurity
I don't ignore people, and I found it funny! Now, I am going to drag you kicking and screaming out of obscurity >:)/j
Hello, I am Commie (they/them). Communism has gotten a bad reputation because of it's unfortunate history. I plan to fix this reputation by advocating for worker's safety. Our goal is to fight for the rights and equality of all people. The rich are not people.
//Ooc: Here is a ref I made for Commie. The picrew I used will be below the cut. Eventually I will have the energy to draw them myself
Also, updated pronouns to She/They cause she gives me she/they energy.
If you were a real communist, wouldn't your pronouns be we/us?
When referring to ourselves, yes, but when others refer to us they would you third person pronouns
It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
"I'm going to go to sleep, but let me know if you need anything."
A couple of days have passed, largely uneventful. One morning seems seems off, Katrina is pacing around the house, eyes full of worry. Nikolai is nowhere to be seen.
Mike, having naturally taken to cooking while he has been there, comes out of the room, ready to get started on breakfast, only to see Katrina in distress.
"Hey... Katrina, are you alright? Where's Nikolai?"
He’s gone! I can’t find him!
Katrina seems to be on the edge of a panic attack.
"Okay, take a breath Katrina, we'll find him. Does he have any friends, any other children around that he likes to hang out with?"
Not for a while. The only people around here are me and Vladim. He would have to go about 30 miles south to get to other children his age.
It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
"I'm going to go to sleep, but let me know if you need anything."
A couple of days have passed, largely uneventful. One morning seems seems off, Katrina is pacing around the house, eyes full of worry. Nikolai is nowhere to be seen.
Mike, having naturally taken to cooking while he has been there, comes out of the room, ready to get started on breakfast, only to see Katrina in distress.
"Hey... Katrina, are you alright? Where's Nikolai?"
He’s gone! I can’t find him!
Katrina seems to be on the edge of a panic attack.
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It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
"I'm going to go to sleep, but let me know if you need anything."
A couple of days have passed, largely uneventful. One morning seems seems off, Katrina is pacing around the house, eyes full of worry. Nikolai is nowhere to be seen.
It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
The child stops running to look at Mike with confusion.
“Who are you? You look weird”
Commie takes the opportunity to grab the child, swinging him onto her shoulders.
Nikolai! Don’t be rude! I am so sorry.
"No, it's fine. My name is Mike."
He extends his hand to shake theirs.
"This might seem a little odd, but could you tell me where we are, what year it is? I seem to have taken a bit of a spill."
Oh, it’s 1917. This is the Ukrainian portion of the Russian Empire. Do you need someplace warm to get your bearings?
Nikolai just continues to stare at Mike as Katrina shakes his hand.
I’m Katrina, and this little one here is Nikolai. It’s wonderful to meet you, Mike. That is quite an unusual name.
"Not where I'm from, in the United States. Pleased to meet you, Katrina, Nikolai."
Mike looks around. This is about what he would have expected Ukraine in winter: Cold.
"Either way, I would definitely appreciate someplace warm to rest my feet, if that's alright with you."
The United States? I’ve never met someone from so far away! Anyways follow me back to our place, and I can get the fire going.
Katrina leads Mike to a small house by a frozen lake. Katrina sets Nikolai down inside who immediately runs over to Mike with curiosity in his eyes.
“What is the United States like? I heard that it is always summer there and that the houses are made of gold and that people are very nice!”
"Eh... The USA isn't all it's cracked up to be. We're more economically developed than some other places, but most of that wealth gets handed off to the folks who own the factories, the average guy doesn't really see any of it. There's some nice things in America, but it's still just another place like everywhere else."
Mike shakes his head.
"But tell me more about where you live. This is my first time in this part of the world! At least that I can recall."
“It is not very nice here. Katrina and I have to spend most of the day working and there is not a lot to eat, but Katrina says that things are going to change soon!”
Mike thinks for a bit about what he remembers of Ukrainian history and barely stops himself from grimacing.
"Well, I certainly hope so."
Nikolai grins widely.
“Katrina says that Vladim, her, and some friends are going to-”
Katrina silences Nikolai with a cold glare.
So, would you like to stay for supper? It’s not going to be a lot.
"No, I've eaten recently. I appreciate the offer, though."
Mike nods to Katarina, "You know, if you're a red, that's fine. I am too. Well, an anarchist, actually, but Marx made a lot of really good points."
Oh, thank God. How long are you planning on staying, ‘cause you should definitely meet Vladim. Since you are red, I assume you would be interested in helping take down the Tzar.
"I didn't really have a plan. I've just been sort of wandering. I was probably going to move along in a few days, but I can stay for a bit if you think I could be helpful."
How about we introduce you to the head of the resistance and you can decide? I don’t want you to stay here for a cause you didn’t want to get involved in.
"Yeah, sure. I'll game to meed your comrade."
Nikolai, go run and tell Vladim we might have a new friend he'll want to come meet.
Nikolai runs out the door quickly returning with a man that look uncannily similar to Soviet.
Vladim, this is Mike, Mike, Vladim.
Mike decides not to comment on that resemblance.
"Hello Vladim, it's good to meet you. I understand you're looking for some help?"
"I don't know, I have no information about you."
Vladim speaks in a harsh, cold voice. It is a very big contrast to Katrina's warm and welcoming presence.
"I assumed the kid already blabbed to you."
"A bit. But it's not too hard to find communists in Ukraine in 1917. I'm a little fuzzy on the historical details, has the Kaiser sent Lenin back to Russia yet?"
"What? No?"
"I see. Should be soon. Anyway, what do you need from me, Vlad?"
"I don't need anything. Katrina here just thinks we need to ask everyone to help."
Katrina glares at Vladim.
We are leading a resistance for the People. You aren't going to get anything done if you keep acting like this, Vladim.
A second Mike appears, playfully nudging Vladim's shoulder. He's only just gotten the hang of making another Mike show up by this point. "Yeah, Vlad, you'll need as many hands as you can get."
Vladim looks quite shocked by there suddenly being two Mikes.
"What the fu-"
"YOU CAN MULTIPLY?!"
Nikolai interrupts Vladim, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Not precisely. It's hard to explain but, basically, every possible timeline, every way history could have gone, did happen. But time splits them away from each other so those two histories can't interact. I can... traverse that boundary, letting multiple versions of myself coexist."
The second Mike vanishes.
"I have some other tricks up my sleeve, too, but I'm still mastering them."
"THAT'S SO COOL!"
Vladim is not amused by Nikolai's excitement.
"That is indeed a very interesting ability, but I still don't even know if you would use that to help us."
"Depends what you need me to do? Like I said to Katrina, I'm on your side here."
Mike sits back down in his seat.
"I'm pretty versatile."
"How am I supposed to believe you are actually on our side here?"
Vladim, stop being unnecessarily hostile.
Katrina's tone is sharp.
"No, Vlad's got a point. A random American with unnatural abilities just shows up out of the blue and offers to help, I'd be suspicious too. If you want me to prove myself, I can. If you want me to keep my nose out, I can do that too."
"It's Vladim, and I want you to go back to your own place. This isn't your conflict. We don't need more liabilities."
Mike vanishes, reappearing on the other side of the room.
"Hey, no skin off my nose Vladim, if you don't think I can be of use,"
He teleports back to his seat, "Then that's your call. Like I said, I was planning on moving along anyway."
“Then move along already. We don’t need your help, I have a plan that will fix all of this.”
Katrina decides to cut in.
You really don’t have to. Even if you don’t join the resistance we still enjoy company.
"Yeah. Even if I don't participate in whatever you have planned, I'm sure I'll find something to do."
Mike turns to Katrina, now completely ignoring Vladim.
"You need anything fixed around here? I'm pretty handy."
Uh, I don’t think we do at the moment. We normally fix everything up before winter. Thanks for the offer though.
Vladim leaves with a huff when it becomes clear that he would not be getting rid of Mike.
Mike waits until he's sure Vladim is no longer here.
"Alright, Katrina, now that 'Vladim' is gone, I need to tell you something. I know you. Not from the past, but from the future. It's a long story but I was born in the year 1961, and through a strange series of events, I'm here and now. And I have things I need to tell you."
Oh, okay then. What type of things do you need to tell me?
"I didn't expect you to be quite so blasé about the but anyhow, watch your back around Vladim. I can't get into detail partly because I I don't have details, and partly because I can't alter the chain of events too much, but Vladim is gonna be bad news."
You did just have another version of yourself temporarily appear, so when you say that you are from the future, I am pretty inclined to believe you. As for Vladim, I will make sure to keep an eye on him in the future. I just want Nikolai to have a good future.
Mike nods.
"Would it be alright if I stuck around for just a little while, then? I don't need to eat, I just need a spot to sleep."
You can take our parents room. They aren’t here to use it anyways.
It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
The child stops running to look at Mike with confusion.
“Who are you? You look weird”
Commie takes the opportunity to grab the child, swinging him onto her shoulders.
Nikolai! Don’t be rude! I am so sorry.
"No, it's fine. My name is Mike."
He extends his hand to shake theirs.
"This might seem a little odd, but could you tell me where we are, what year it is? I seem to have taken a bit of a spill."
Oh, it’s 1917. This is the Ukrainian portion of the Russian Empire. Do you need someplace warm to get your bearings?
Nikolai just continues to stare at Mike as Katrina shakes his hand.
I’m Katrina, and this little one here is Nikolai. It’s wonderful to meet you, Mike. That is quite an unusual name.
"Not where I'm from, in the United States. Pleased to meet you, Katrina, Nikolai."
Mike looks around. This is about what he would have expected Ukraine in winter: Cold.
"Either way, I would definitely appreciate someplace warm to rest my feet, if that's alright with you."
The United States? I’ve never met someone from so far away! Anyways follow me back to our place, and I can get the fire going.
Katrina leads Mike to a small house by a frozen lake. Katrina sets Nikolai down inside who immediately runs over to Mike with curiosity in his eyes.
“What is the United States like? I heard that it is always summer there and that the houses are made of gold and that people are very nice!”
"Eh... The USA isn't all it's cracked up to be. We're more economically developed than some other places, but most of that wealth gets handed off to the folks who own the factories, the average guy doesn't really see any of it. There's some nice things in America, but it's still just another place like everywhere else."
Mike shakes his head.
"But tell me more about where you live. This is my first time in this part of the world! At least that I can recall."
“It is not very nice here. Katrina and I have to spend most of the day working and there is not a lot to eat, but Katrina says that things are going to change soon!”
Mike thinks for a bit about what he remembers of Ukrainian history and barely stops himself from grimacing.
"Well, I certainly hope so."
Nikolai grins widely.
“Katrina says that Vladim, her, and some friends are going to-”
Katrina silences Nikolai with a cold glare.
So, would you like to stay for supper? It’s not going to be a lot.
"No, I've eaten recently. I appreciate the offer, though."
Mike nods to Katarina, "You know, if you're a red, that's fine. I am too. Well, an anarchist, actually, but Marx made a lot of really good points."
Oh, thank God. How long are you planning on staying, ‘cause you should definitely meet Vladim. Since you are red, I assume you would be interested in helping take down the Tzar.
"I didn't really have a plan. I've just been sort of wandering. I was probably going to move along in a few days, but I can stay for a bit if you think I could be helpful."
How about we introduce you to the head of the resistance and you can decide? I don’t want you to stay here for a cause you didn’t want to get involved in.
"Yeah, sure. I'll game to meed your comrade."
Nikolai, go run and tell Vladim we might have a new friend he'll want to come meet.
Nikolai runs out the door quickly returning with a man that look uncannily similar to Soviet.
Vladim, this is Mike, Mike, Vladim.
Mike decides not to comment on that resemblance.
"Hello Vladim, it's good to meet you. I understand you're looking for some help?"
"I don't know, I have no information about you."
Vladim speaks in a harsh, cold voice. It is a very big contrast to Katrina's warm and welcoming presence.
"I assumed the kid already blabbed to you."
"A bit. But it's not too hard to find communists in Ukraine in 1917. I'm a little fuzzy on the historical details, has the Kaiser sent Lenin back to Russia yet?"
"What? No?"
"I see. Should be soon. Anyway, what do you need from me, Vlad?"
"I don't need anything. Katrina here just thinks we need to ask everyone to help."
Katrina glares at Vladim.
We are leading a resistance for the People. You aren't going to get anything done if you keep acting like this, Vladim.
A second Mike appears, playfully nudging Vladim's shoulder. He's only just gotten the hang of making another Mike show up by this point. "Yeah, Vlad, you'll need as many hands as you can get."
Vladim looks quite shocked by there suddenly being two Mikes.
"What the fu-"
"YOU CAN MULTIPLY?!"
Nikolai interrupts Vladim, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Not precisely. It's hard to explain but, basically, every possible timeline, every way history could have gone, did happen. But time splits them away from each other so those two histories can't interact. I can... traverse that boundary, letting multiple versions of myself coexist."
The second Mike vanishes.
"I have some other tricks up my sleeve, too, but I'm still mastering them."
"THAT'S SO COOL!"
Vladim is not amused by Nikolai's excitement.
"That is indeed a very interesting ability, but I still don't even know if you would use that to help us."
"Depends what you need me to do? Like I said to Katrina, I'm on your side here."
Mike sits back down in his seat.
"I'm pretty versatile."
"How am I supposed to believe you are actually on our side here?"
Vladim, stop being unnecessarily hostile.
Katrina's tone is sharp.
"No, Vlad's got a point. A random American with unnatural abilities just shows up out of the blue and offers to help, I'd be suspicious too. If you want me to prove myself, I can. If you want me to keep my nose out, I can do that too."
"It's Vladim, and I want you to go back to your own place. This isn't your conflict. We don't need more liabilities."
Mike vanishes, reappearing on the other side of the room.
"Hey, no skin off my nose Vladim, if you don't think I can be of use,"
He teleports back to his seat, "Then that's your call. Like I said, I was planning on moving along anyway."
“Then move along already. We don’t need your help, I have a plan that will fix all of this.”
Katrina decides to cut in.
You really don’t have to. Even if you don’t join the resistance we still enjoy company.
"Yeah. Even if I don't participate in whatever you have planned, I'm sure I'll find something to do."
Mike turns to Katrina, now completely ignoring Vladim.
"You need anything fixed around here? I'm pretty handy."
Uh, I don’t think we do at the moment. We normally fix everything up before winter. Thanks for the offer though.
Vladim leaves with a huff when it becomes clear that he would not be getting rid of Mike.
Mike waits until he's sure Vladim is no longer here.
"Alright, Katrina, now that 'Vladim' is gone, I need to tell you something. I know you. Not from the past, but from the future. It's a long story but I was born in the year 1961, and through a strange series of events, I'm here and now. And I have things I need to tell you."
Oh, okay then. What type of things do you need to tell me?
"I didn't expect you to be quite so blasé about the but anyhow, watch your back around Vladim. I can't get into detail partly because I I don't have details, and partly because I can't alter the chain of events too much, but Vladim is gonna be bad news."
You did just have another version of yourself temporarily appear, so when you say that you are from the future, I am pretty inclined to believe you. As for Vladim, I will make sure to keep an eye on him in the future. I just want Nikolai to have a good future.
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
“Because I’m Welsh,” she says. And a princess, but given the political climate here that seemed... Unwise to mention. “Most of my name has been anglicized, but that would still be weird around here, wouldn’t it?”
"What does anglicized and Welsh mean?"
“Welsh means I’m from Wales - it’s a tiny little country, no surprise you’ve not heard of it.” They dig through their bag, looking to see if they’d brought a map. “It’s part of the British Isles though, not that we much like the brits. And anglicized means we’ve changed the spelling and pronunciation a bit to make more sense in English.”
"Oh, the Brits are on our side in the Great War, right?"
“I think so? Either way they’re self-important jerks.” They shake their head a little. “Anyway, how’re you, Nikolai?”
I am hungry. The way you describe the Brits is a lot like how my sister describes the bourgeoisie.
“Well she ain’t wrong.” Merlyn sighs and looks through her bag again - she usually kept some sort of snack in there. She pulls out a few granola bars - surreptitiously Unshrinking them from inside the bag - and hands them to Nikolai. “Here, this should tide you over for a bit, though they aren’t the best tasting thing in the world.”
Nikolai takes the bar and eats it happily. It is clear he has not eaten a lot for a bit.
"I have never had anything like that before!"
They nod sagely. “Makes sense, I am from the future. I don’t think they made things quite like that back now.”
"You're from the future?" Nikolai's eyes are full of wonder.
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
“Because I’m Welsh,” she says. And a princess, but given the political climate here that seemed... Unwise to mention. “Most of my name has been anglicized, but that would still be weird around here, wouldn’t it?”
"What does anglicized and Welsh mean?"
“Welsh means I’m from Wales - it’s a tiny little country, no surprise you’ve not heard of it.” They dig through their bag, looking to see if they’d brought a map. “It’s part of the British Isles though, not that we much like the brits. And anglicized means we’ve changed the spelling and pronunciation a bit to make more sense in English.”
"Oh, the Brits are on our side in the Great War, right?"
“I think so? Either way they’re self-important jerks.” They shake their head a little. “Anyway, how’re you, Nikolai?”
I am hungry. The way you describe the Brits is a lot like how my sister describes the bourgeoisie.
“Well she ain’t wrong.” Merlyn sighs and looks through her bag again - she usually kept some sort of snack in there. She pulls out a few granola bars - surreptitiously Unshrinking them from inside the bag - and hands them to Nikolai. “Here, this should tide you over for a bit, though they aren’t the best tasting thing in the world.”
Nikolai takes the bar and eats it happily. It is clear he has not eaten a lot for a bit.
"I have never had anything like that before!"
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It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
The child stops running to look at Mike with confusion.
“Who are you? You look weird”
Commie takes the opportunity to grab the child, swinging him onto her shoulders.
Nikolai! Don’t be rude! I am so sorry.
"No, it's fine. My name is Mike."
He extends his hand to shake theirs.
"This might seem a little odd, but could you tell me where we are, what year it is? I seem to have taken a bit of a spill."
Oh, it’s 1917. This is the Ukrainian portion of the Russian Empire. Do you need someplace warm to get your bearings?
Nikolai just continues to stare at Mike as Katrina shakes his hand.
I’m Katrina, and this little one here is Nikolai. It’s wonderful to meet you, Mike. That is quite an unusual name.
"Not where I'm from, in the United States. Pleased to meet you, Katrina, Nikolai."
Mike looks around. This is about what he would have expected Ukraine in winter: Cold.
"Either way, I would definitely appreciate someplace warm to rest my feet, if that's alright with you."
The United States? I’ve never met someone from so far away! Anyways follow me back to our place, and I can get the fire going.
Katrina leads Mike to a small house by a frozen lake. Katrina sets Nikolai down inside who immediately runs over to Mike with curiosity in his eyes.
“What is the United States like? I heard that it is always summer there and that the houses are made of gold and that people are very nice!”
"Eh... The USA isn't all it's cracked up to be. We're more economically developed than some other places, but most of that wealth gets handed off to the folks who own the factories, the average guy doesn't really see any of it. There's some nice things in America, but it's still just another place like everywhere else."
Mike shakes his head.
"But tell me more about where you live. This is my first time in this part of the world! At least that I can recall."
“It is not very nice here. Katrina and I have to spend most of the day working and there is not a lot to eat, but Katrina says that things are going to change soon!”
Mike thinks for a bit about what he remembers of Ukrainian history and barely stops himself from grimacing.
"Well, I certainly hope so."
Nikolai grins widely.
“Katrina says that Vladim, her, and some friends are going to-”
Katrina silences Nikolai with a cold glare.
So, would you like to stay for supper? It’s not going to be a lot.
"No, I've eaten recently. I appreciate the offer, though."
Mike nods to Katarina, "You know, if you're a red, that's fine. I am too. Well, an anarchist, actually, but Marx made a lot of really good points."
Oh, thank God. How long are you planning on staying, ‘cause you should definitely meet Vladim. Since you are red, I assume you would be interested in helping take down the Tzar.
"I didn't really have a plan. I've just been sort of wandering. I was probably going to move along in a few days, but I can stay for a bit if you think I could be helpful."
How about we introduce you to the head of the resistance and you can decide? I don’t want you to stay here for a cause you didn’t want to get involved in.
"Yeah, sure. I'll game to meed your comrade."
Nikolai, go run and tell Vladim we might have a new friend he'll want to come meet.
Nikolai runs out the door quickly returning with a man that look uncannily similar to Soviet.
Vladim, this is Mike, Mike, Vladim.
Mike decides not to comment on that resemblance.
"Hello Vladim, it's good to meet you. I understand you're looking for some help?"
"I don't know, I have no information about you."
Vladim speaks in a harsh, cold voice. It is a very big contrast to Katrina's warm and welcoming presence.
"I assumed the kid already blabbed to you."
"A bit. But it's not too hard to find communists in Ukraine in 1917. I'm a little fuzzy on the historical details, has the Kaiser sent Lenin back to Russia yet?"
"What? No?"
"I see. Should be soon. Anyway, what do you need from me, Vlad?"
"I don't need anything. Katrina here just thinks we need to ask everyone to help."
Katrina glares at Vladim.
We are leading a resistance for the People. You aren't going to get anything done if you keep acting like this, Vladim.
A second Mike appears, playfully nudging Vladim's shoulder. He's only just gotten the hang of making another Mike show up by this point. "Yeah, Vlad, you'll need as many hands as you can get."
Vladim looks quite shocked by there suddenly being two Mikes.
"What the fu-"
"YOU CAN MULTIPLY?!"
Nikolai interrupts Vladim, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Not precisely. It's hard to explain but, basically, every possible timeline, every way history could have gone, did happen. But time splits them away from each other so those two histories can't interact. I can... traverse that boundary, letting multiple versions of myself coexist."
The second Mike vanishes.
"I have some other tricks up my sleeve, too, but I'm still mastering them."
"THAT'S SO COOL!"
Vladim is not amused by Nikolai's excitement.
"That is indeed a very interesting ability, but I still don't even know if you would use that to help us."
"Depends what you need me to do? Like I said to Katrina, I'm on your side here."
Mike sits back down in his seat.
"I'm pretty versatile."
"How am I supposed to believe you are actually on our side here?"
Vladim, stop being unnecessarily hostile.
Katrina's tone is sharp.
"No, Vlad's got a point. A random American with unnatural abilities just shows up out of the blue and offers to help, I'd be suspicious too. If you want me to prove myself, I can. If you want me to keep my nose out, I can do that too."
"It's Vladim, and I want you to go back to your own place. This isn't your conflict. We don't need more liabilities."
Mike vanishes, reappearing on the other side of the room.
"Hey, no skin off my nose Vladim, if you don't think I can be of use,"
He teleports back to his seat, "Then that's your call. Like I said, I was planning on moving along anyway."
“Then move along already. We don’t need your help, I have a plan that will fix all of this.”
Katrina decides to cut in.
You really don’t have to. Even if you don’t join the resistance we still enjoy company.
"Yeah. Even if I don't participate in whatever you have planned, I'm sure I'll find something to do."
Mike turns to Katrina, now completely ignoring Vladim.
"You need anything fixed around here? I'm pretty handy."
Uh, I don’t think we do at the moment. We normally fix everything up before winter. Thanks for the offer though.
Vladim leaves with a huff when it becomes clear that he would not be getting rid of Mike.
Mike waits until he's sure Vladim is no longer here.
"Alright, Katrina, now that 'Vladim' is gone, I need to tell you something. I know you. Not from the past, but from the future. It's a long story but I was born in the year 1961, and through a strange series of events, I'm here and now. And I have things I need to tell you."
Oh, okay then. What type of things do you need to tell me?
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
“Because I’m Welsh,” she says. And a princess, but given the political climate here that seemed... Unwise to mention. “Most of my name has been anglicized, but that would still be weird around here, wouldn’t it?”
"What does anglicized and Welsh mean?"
“Welsh means I’m from Wales - it’s a tiny little country, no surprise you’ve not heard of it.” They dig through their bag, looking to see if they’d brought a map. “It’s part of the British Isles though, not that we much like the brits. And anglicized means we’ve changed the spelling and pronunciation a bit to make more sense in English.”
"Oh, the Brits are on our side in the Great War, right?"
“I think so? Either way they’re self-important jerks.” They shake their head a little. “Anyway, how’re you, Nikolai?”
I am hungry. The way you describe the Brits is a lot like how my sister describes the bourgeoisie.
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
“Because I’m Welsh,” she says. And a princess, but given the political climate here that seemed... Unwise to mention. “Most of my name has been anglicized, but that would still be weird around here, wouldn’t it?”
"What does anglicized and Welsh mean?"
“Welsh means I’m from Wales - it’s a tiny little country, no surprise you’ve not heard of it.” They dig through their bag, looking to see if they’d brought a map. “It’s part of the British Isles though, not that we much like the brits. And anglicized means we’ve changed the spelling and pronunciation a bit to make more sense in English.”
"Oh, the Brits are on our side in the Great War, right?"
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
“Because I’m Welsh,” she says. And a princess, but given the political climate here that seemed... Unwise to mention. “Most of my name has been anglicized, but that would still be weird around here, wouldn’t it?”
"What does anglicized and Welsh mean?"
Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
Luckily she had managed to get the local language programmed into her translator before coming here...
“I’m Merlyn,” she says, crouching down with a smile to talk to him at eye level. “Merlyn Ambroaz-Pendragon. What’s your name?”
"My name is Nikolai! Why is your name so weird?"
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Merlyn wanders around through pre-soviet Russia. She wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come here, but it had seemed important, somehow. @union-of-mad-scientists
She is in the area that would become the Ukraine. A little boy spots her and runs up to Merlyn.
"Hi! Who are you?"
It is late February, 1917 about 30 miles North of Kiev. Mike can see what looks like Commie chasing a small boy through the snow.
"NIKOLAI! STOP!" - @communist-osha
Mike calmly steps in front of the child, kneeling to bring himself to the child's eye level.
"Hey there little guy, What's up?"
The child stops running to look at Mike with confusion.
“Who are you? You look weird”
Commie takes the opportunity to grab the child, swinging him onto her shoulders.
Nikolai! Don’t be rude! I am so sorry.
"No, it's fine. My name is Mike."
He extends his hand to shake theirs.
"This might seem a little odd, but could you tell me where we are, what year it is? I seem to have taken a bit of a spill."
Oh, it’s 1917. This is the Ukrainian portion of the Russian Empire. Do you need someplace warm to get your bearings?
Nikolai just continues to stare at Mike as Katrina shakes his hand.
I’m Katrina, and this little one here is Nikolai. It’s wonderful to meet you, Mike. That is quite an unusual name.
"Not where I'm from, in the United States. Pleased to meet you, Katrina, Nikolai."
Mike looks around. This is about what he would have expected Ukraine in winter: Cold.
"Either way, I would definitely appreciate someplace warm to rest my feet, if that's alright with you."
The United States? I’ve never met someone from so far away! Anyways follow me back to our place, and I can get the fire going.
Katrina leads Mike to a small house by a frozen lake. Katrina sets Nikolai down inside who immediately runs over to Mike with curiosity in his eyes.
“What is the United States like? I heard that it is always summer there and that the houses are made of gold and that people are very nice!”
"Eh... The USA isn't all it's cracked up to be. We're more economically developed than some other places, but most of that wealth gets handed off to the folks who own the factories, the average guy doesn't really see any of it. There's some nice things in America, but it's still just another place like everywhere else."
Mike shakes his head.
"But tell me more about where you live. This is my first time in this part of the world! At least that I can recall."
“It is not very nice here. Katrina and I have to spend most of the day working and there is not a lot to eat, but Katrina says that things are going to change soon!”
Mike thinks for a bit about what he remembers of Ukrainian history and barely stops himself from grimacing.
"Well, I certainly hope so."
Nikolai grins widely.
“Katrina says that Vladim, her, and some friends are going to-”
Katrina silences Nikolai with a cold glare.
So, would you like to stay for supper? It’s not going to be a lot.
"No, I've eaten recently. I appreciate the offer, though."
Mike nods to Katarina, "You know, if you're a red, that's fine. I am too. Well, an anarchist, actually, but Marx made a lot of really good points."
Oh, thank God. How long are you planning on staying, ‘cause you should definitely meet Vladim. Since you are red, I assume you would be interested in helping take down the Tzar.
"I didn't really have a plan. I've just been sort of wandering. I was probably going to move along in a few days, but I can stay for a bit if you think I could be helpful."
How about we introduce you to the head of the resistance and you can decide? I don’t want you to stay here for a cause you didn’t want to get involved in.
"Yeah, sure. I'll game to meed your comrade."
Nikolai, go run and tell Vladim we might have a new friend he'll want to come meet.
Nikolai runs out the door quickly returning with a man that look uncannily similar to Soviet.
Vladim, this is Mike, Mike, Vladim.
Mike decides not to comment on that resemblance.
"Hello Vladim, it's good to meet you. I understand you're looking for some help?"
"I don't know, I have no information about you."
Vladim speaks in a harsh, cold voice. It is a very big contrast to Katrina's warm and welcoming presence.
"I assumed the kid already blabbed to you."
"A bit. But it's not too hard to find communists in Ukraine in 1917. I'm a little fuzzy on the historical details, has the Kaiser sent Lenin back to Russia yet?"
"What? No?"
"I see. Should be soon. Anyway, what do you need from me, Vlad?"
"I don't need anything. Katrina here just thinks we need to ask everyone to help."
Katrina glares at Vladim.
We are leading a resistance for the People. You aren't going to get anything done if you keep acting like this, Vladim.
A second Mike appears, playfully nudging Vladim's shoulder. He's only just gotten the hang of making another Mike show up by this point. "Yeah, Vlad, you'll need as many hands as you can get."
Vladim looks quite shocked by there suddenly being two Mikes.
"What the fu-"
"YOU CAN MULTIPLY?!"
Nikolai interrupts Vladim, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Not precisely. It's hard to explain but, basically, every possible timeline, every way history could have gone, did happen. But time splits them away from each other so those two histories can't interact. I can... traverse that boundary, letting multiple versions of myself coexist."
The second Mike vanishes.
"I have some other tricks up my sleeve, too, but I'm still mastering them."
"THAT'S SO COOL!"
Vladim is not amused by Nikolai's excitement.
"That is indeed a very interesting ability, but I still don't even know if you would use that to help us."
"Depends what you need me to do? Like I said to Katrina, I'm on your side here."
Mike sits back down in his seat.
"I'm pretty versatile."
"How am I supposed to believe you are actually on our side here?"
Vladim, stop being unnecessarily hostile.
Katrina's tone is sharp.
"No, Vlad's got a point. A random American with unnatural abilities just shows up out of the blue and offers to help, I'd be suspicious too. If you want me to prove myself, I can. If you want me to keep my nose out, I can do that too."
"It's Vladim, and I want you to go back to your own place. This isn't your conflict. We don't need more liabilities."
Mike vanishes, reappearing on the other side of the room.
"Hey, no skin off my nose Vladim, if you don't think I can be of use,"
He teleports back to his seat, "Then that's your call. Like I said, I was planning on moving along anyway."
“Then move along already. We don’t need your help, I have a plan that will fix all of this.”
Katrina decides to cut in.
You really don’t have to. Even if you don’t join the resistance we still enjoy company.
"Yeah. Even if I don't participate in whatever you have planned, I'm sure I'll find something to do."
Mike turns to Katrina, now completely ignoring Vladim.
"You need anything fixed around here? I'm pretty handy."
Uh, I don’t think we do at the moment. We normally fix everything up before winter. Thanks for the offer though.
Vladim leaves with a huff when it becomes clear that he would not be getting rid of Mike.
