Lost or found

Jackson offered the man a soft smile, "you'd be surprised how far the medical advancements and technology has gone over the last few years. Soon there won't be any need for us as robots will be doing everything." While Jackson was clearly finding the amusement in his comment, he truly did hope that, that wouldn't ever become the case. Robotic technology should be used as an aid, not to replace actual doctors, nurses and surgeons. Once Jackson was satisfied that the man's pupils weren't showing anything concerning, he clicked off the light pen, tucking it back into his pocket. The professional smile faltered a little as he claimed to have been stabbed through the heart. While Jackson was finding it hard to believe that someone would survive such an attack, crazier things had been happening lately. "I don't know if anyone has been stabbed through the heart by accident." Pale eyes scanned over the scars on his chest. "When did this incident happen? You seem to have healed already, so that shouldn't be any concern. Have you been experiencing any dizziness? Any nausea or feeling faint?"

Was he in the future? Looking around, it was clear that much had changed. Perhaps he was not in a different land at all but in his own, years--even centuries--in the future. A day ago, he would have thought it was mad: now, nothing seemed impossible. "Robots?" Robb repeated the word, which was completely new to him. Perhaps the man meant row-boats, which sounded as similar as Robb could think, yet he could not imagine how row-boats would be at work in a hospital. Perhaps this man was simply mad--or he was. "An hour ago. Maybe two." He knew his story was impossible, knew that it made no sense. He should have been dead, but he was not. He should have been worlds away, but he was here in this strange place, talking a man with strange magic and strange stories. "No. I feel just fine." He offered the healer a small smile. "I find it all as strange as you do, believe me. I do not know what happened or how it is possible. Now that you have proven I am uninjured, will you help me find my wife? She must be around here somewhere, in one of your strange beds."

She smiled at the other and nodded her head "it isn't a issue, always open to help others" she responded and continue to walk with him. Margaery looked around and back at him "they are a little weirded out by what you are wearing." Margaery looked listened to the other "there is a mayor, which is kind of like a leadership type in this world."

it's all coriolanus can do to not direct a glare at the table across from him. he'd been reading in his usual spot at the cafe when someone's child decided to interrupt his blanket of silence with a head-splitting meltdown. he can barely process a word on the pages from all the noise. and if it wasn't bad enough already that someone decided that bringing their kid to a cafe so early in the morning was a good idea, they didn't even have the basic decency to shush them. coriolanus shuts his book with an inward sigh, knowing he won't get any reading done if he stays. as he finishes the rest of his coffee, his gaze shifts to someone seemingly looking for someplace to sit. he didn't even realize how crowded it's gotten. every table is occupied and the other chair at his table is just about the only one left. “you can take that seat if you'd like,” coriolanus says, nodding to the empty chair. “i won't be here much longer anyway.”

Hoping no one had noticed what he'd done--as he was still used to having to hide his magic--he quickly took a sip of the drink and took the seat offered to him before he could have another accident. "Thank you. That's very kind," he said. "Hi, I'm uh, Merlin." He set down the coffee and offered his hand instead to shake.

Beverly smiled at the other and turned her head slightly "where are you from?" she asked and looked back at the water as she held onto the board, she looked around and back at him. Beverly cleared her throat and let a small chuckle leave her lips hearing what he had said "well, thank you for keeping an eye on things for me."

"A place called Camelot. Well, the kingdom is called Camelot. There's also Avalon, and in the prophecy--" Merlin broke off mid rant, feeling himself losing control of the conversation--which was not unusual for him. "Hi. I'm Merlin," he introduced himself instead, putting out his hand to shake. "I think this is the future for me. There is a lot here that I don't understand yet. Are you from here?"

The more that Geralt looked at Yennefer the more he began to sense that something was off. She was his Yennefer, but there was a gut feeling that in reality, she wasn't. All his senses were now screaming at him that this wasn't what he thought, that something wasn't right. "You are not my Yen, who are you?" Geralt questioned randomly with yet another low growl. While he kept the sword away from her neck, he held it up almost like a threat.

"Well at least now we're getting somewhere," she mumbled as he accused her of being another Yennefer. Perhaps of this he was right. She searched through his mind, seeing familiar moments: the djinn, the wish, the dragon egg. But there were other moments she did not recognize, interactions between them that made no sense, recollections he held that she could not recall. "It appears you are right. I am not. We are not from the same timeline." She spoke very calmly, given that what she was saying should have been mad. "Ciri has opened portals to different realms and worlds before. Perhaps this is one of them. Perhaps we both exist in worlds nearly identical--except for a few key details. Somehow, we have crossed in this place." Her heart leapt with hope: did that mean Ciri was nearby, that she had opened this portal that led them both here?

Sidney looked at the woman as she spoke and saw the emotion on her and nodded her head "well I hope you will see her again here." She looked around and and back at the other, hearing the question and shook her head "no family, but old friends." Sidney was mostly thinking about Tatum and not that her ex was here with her, somehow.

"I believe I will," Yennefer said confidently. She did not have a plan yet, did not know how she would make her way home--or else bring her daughter here--but she was quite used to terrible odds--and overcoming them. "Friends can very easily become family. They can often be better than family, indeed." Her own blood relatives--all long dead now--meant nothing to Yennefer. "I believe we must make our own families if we ever hope to be happy. I hope you choose your friends wisely."

"You should have been quicker," logic hadn't always been Thor's strong suit. "It definitely feels like Earth, but I'm still not so certain." While Thor had been to many different planets in his long life, Naboo hadn't been one of them. "I'm afraid I've never heard of this Naboo, is it this in universe?" The god couldn't help but be shocked by how much this being looked human if she wasn't even from this planet, let along this universe. "I come from the realm Asgard. Although that was destroyed. Unless..." Maybe, if this was a alternative timeline then Asgard and all his people were still very much in tact. "Heimdall?!" Thor yelled up to the sky, calling for just one of the many lives that he had lost. While his hope was slim, Thor held his breath for the familiar bi-frost to suddenly open up. Once it became clear it wasn't going to happen, the male's shoulders slumped. "It seems like wherever we are, Asgard is also no more. Do you know why we are here?"

Padme simply raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited patiently for this man to realize that this island had far more sticking power than anyone would have liked. She had seen many people try all types of ways out since she'd arrived--and she'd tried herself to get out--but so far, none of it had mattered. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "I don't know what universe we are in. Or which galaxy. I have not found anyone that knows yet. But at least you know of other worlds. Many people I've spoken to so far have never even been off world, never seen space." She continued to watch as he called out some name she'd never heard before, clearly seeking aid that would not come. "No. I died before I came here. I died, and then when I next opened my eyes, I was here on the beach. I thought that this was the afterlife, some heaven of sorts, but there are many people here who do not remember dying at all. Do you?"

Padme reached out and took the woman's hand in her own. "I really think so. It may take some time, but this island is full of people determined to get back to where they came from. I left my children behind. I will not rest until I have found a way back to them. I am sure there are many here that feel as I do. If we all put our minds together, I am sure we can find a way home." Padme gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "We're in this together now. You will not have to go through this alone."

Padme frowned, trying and failing to understand. "Your duty?" she repeated. "I am sorry to hear it. It seems our worlds are different. Our cultures." This, at least, she was used to; as senator across a wide solar system of different planets, she had encountered many different ways of life and had to adjust accordingly. "I am thankful that I never felt obligated to have children. Mine were had in secret, however. Their father and I were not allowed to be together. Looking back, perhaps the laws were right. We were not a good fit after all." She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I...they were only infants when I last saw them." What could she say about them that did not sound like any other baby? "The boy had blonde hair and blue eyes. The girl brown hair and brown eyes."

"A planet, huh?" Cato raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "I haven't heard of it either but most people haven't heard of Panem so it's not news," he shrugged, "Finding my way around won't be the problem. It would be nice if we could actually leave though."

"I am glad you're confident. I am not as sure that I will know my way around." She was no scavenger, no scout. She had served as queen, then as senator; it was her job to know her planet and to know it very well, and though she visited many other sectors as guest and learned their customs, she had always been shown around, always surrounded by guards and tour guides. It had been a very long time since Padme had felt so alone. "Do you have a place to stay here then?"

"Galaxy? What is a galaxy?" Rhaena asked, "You were a queen? Where? My stepmother was a queen, though a usurper tried to take it from her," she explained, "Oh yeah, mine has a vanilla flavour I believe, though I prefer the caramel."

"A galaxy is a large collection of planets. A very, very large place in space." She paused, blowing softly on her hot coffee, unsure of how to explain her world to someone who had never been off planet before. She was learning more and more that most people on this planet had not. Some did not even know there were other worlds out there. "Where I'm from, we could go farther than just beyond the ocean. We could sail into the sky, and find...different skies. I was queen of one of these skies, of everything that was beneath it. But I think it was different than other places. From what I've heard around here, queens are born into rule, serve their whole lives. My people voted for me, and I served two terms, and then I left my throne behind, as all queens before me had done." She swirled her coffee and looked curiously at the other woman. "Did your stepmother get her throne back?"

He looked at the woman that he loved more than anything and had wished that someone had took him out, he listened to her speak, he wasn't sure what to say back to her. He looked away from her and let a small shaky breath leave his lips "I let them get into my head, I don't know why or how to fight them off." Anakin let out a small breath, trying to fight any tears that were fighting to come through, he remembered the nightmares and all the thoughts that had had, which was what he assumed was what made him a easy target.

Padme shook her head, a reaction more for herself than for him. She knew how easy it would be for her to fall back to him, to let herself believe that those terrible last moments between them had been nothing more than a nightmare. Anakin had always had a way of making her forget her better judgement, of looking past what she knew very well to be right and reasonable and letting her heart overwhelm her. She took a step back and kept her gaze on the floor, too scared to look him in the eye and be swept back into her feelings for him. "It was Palatine, wasn't it?" she asked quietly. "He turned you against the Jedi. Against Obi-Wan. Against me." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I knew better," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "I knew better, and I still let myself believe in the impossible. I was a fool. I believed in you, and I was a fool."