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hearth_n_home in dauphinmare

RP: Waking

Who: Hestia Jones, open
Where: The dorms then outside no doubt.
When: Late morning
Rating: no idea
Invasion: Please

Hestia woke slowly, at first pulling the covers over her head and burying further into her pillow. The light was insistent though, and she sighed before sitting up and looked around. This wasn't her room. The bed was the same, but everything else. She frowned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. That didn't make any sense. She got out of bed, the t-shirt she'd gone to sleep with sliding down to her knees as she moved.

Moving to the window, she looked out, surprised to see a beach from her window. Her flat had never been this close to the beach, and she knew Marseilles' coast like the back of her hand. It didn't look like this. Turning around, she scanned the room and found her wand resting on the night stand. She picked it up  and ran her fingers along the smooth wood. Well, that was something.

She looked around the room again before spotting a note. She picked it up off the desk and scanned it. It made little sens to her, other than the fact that she had indeed been brought here. She wondered who would be so cruel as to name their child Icenetari, but other than that, it didn't have any answers. Sighing she looked through the drawers of the dresser, annoyed that none of her clothes were there more than anything. She did however manage to find a tanktop and jeans that fit, along with some underwear. That was something. She sighed and looked around again before going into the bathroom.

Once she was clean, she left the room, shoving her and and then her hands in her pockets. Just where was she? She made her way out of what she guessed was a giant  apartment building or dorm and then outside, blinking at the bright sunlight. She blinked and shut her eyes. God, how she hated sunlight. She stopped and turned in a circle, looking around. Where the hell was this place?

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"You are from Riverfell or you are new."

The tone came inflectionlessly from a petite innocent enough looking girl as she strode toward the dorms. She wore a tanktop, jeans and combat boots and looked as unassuming as one can if you didn't look too closely. Those more observant would note that she didn't breathe or blink except when she remembered to and that her movements were just shy of being fluid enough to be passably human.

Cameron came to a halt before Hestia, scanning her before speaking again.

"You are too confused to be from Riverfell," she decided, "Did you read the letter?"
Hestia turned at the voice, blinking in the harsh light before focusing on the young woman. There was something off about her, though Hestia couldn't exactly put her finger on it. That her tone was so flat though didn't bode well. She gave a wry grin. "Yes, I suppose I am new."

The woman came closer, but the feeling that something was off about the woman only increased. "Yes, I read the letter. It didn't make all that much sense though, I'm afraid." She shrugged before holding out her hand. "I'm Hestia Jones. You are?"
Cameron accepted Hestia's hand, shaking it firmly but briefly and dropping her hand back to her side.

"Cameron Phillips," she replied, "If you require answers, town hall is the ideal location. I can assist in the meantime if you would like."

She gazed impassively and unblinkingly to the woman, awaiting a response.
Hestia let her hand fall back too. "Nice to mee you, Cameron." It was an interesting name for a girl, but she wasn't sure the woman could take a joke, so she didn't bother to mention it. Besides, they'd only just met.

"The town hall, you say? I might just head over there. Where is it?" She looked around a moment before turning back to Cameron. "I'd take any help I could get really. Just what is this place anyway?"

It was a bit strange really, but she didn't feel that sense of dread in the back of her mind, not yet. Where ever she was seemed to be safe, if her instincts could be trusted.
Cameron raised an arm in the direction of the hall without sparing the building a glance.

"It's the biggest building in town," she replied before launching into an explanation. "This is DauphinMare, a world between worlds. You have been pulled to the side of Order because you possess a skill that the Powers That Be feel is required to fight the side of Chaos."

She blinked then, having remembered to do so, and waited for the potential barrage of questions to come.
Hestia frowned over that a moment. "Dolphin Sea? All right then." She looked over toward the courthouse. Largest building, she could remember that. She looked back at the woman, she couldn't decide what was stranger. The woman, or what she was saying.

Focusing on the latter first, Hestia said, "Fight the side of Chaos? The side of Order? I'm sorry, but could you be a little more, I don't know, specific. I'm a chef, not a fighter. The only order I know is the order of a kitchen." Not expressly true, but Hestia didn't think of her time in the order of the phoenix as fighting, and she didn't talk about things like that with strangers.

Speaking of strangers, Hestia decided that the woman's uncanny habit of not blinking was more than a little unnerving. How did she even manage that? Hestia wasn't sure she wanted to ask.
"That is specific," she pointed out, "I do not pick who is called; no one here does. I do not know for what reason or talent you were chosen either. You can inquire at the town hall but they do not necessarily have all the answers."

Cameron paused to let Hestia absorb that.

"You may not be required for combat," she continued, "There are those who have other capabilities, such as medicine. You may be a catalyst for someone else."

She gazed to Hestia impassively, standing just a little too still, her gaze just a little too steady.
Hestia frowned. Well, that was a less than satisfactory answer. She supposed she would have to venture up to the town hall for more answers. "What else can you tell me then? What are we on sides for? Who's the other side?"

There was something cold about the other woman, as though she lacked the vivacity that came with genuinely being alive. It was hard for Hestia to understand. Had something happened to her? Was this a part of being here? She shrugged. "I'm not a healer." She paused. "What's a catalyst then?"

There were a lot of words flying around. Words she wasn't sure she understood.
"The other side is Chaos," she explained, "The Powers That Be are attempting to determine the superior force. They are using us as pawns to wage their war."

Had she been human, she might have wondered at whether or not this was getting anywhere or her words were falling on deaf ears. As it was, Cameron was perfectly content to continue to field questions.

"A catalyst is someone who is here to trigger or ground another person," she continued, "Some of the residents are volatile or unpredictable without their catalysts but still necessary to our cause. The Powers bring in another individual to keep them in check. We have a few here."
Cameron's speech was very formal, and Hestia wondered if it had something to do with how she was raised, or if English wasn't her first language. Then she wondered what was, because she didn't have an accent. She frowned at the words themselves though. The very last thing Hestia wanted to do was fight in another war. "Why? Why is there a war?"

It was a bunch of stupid questions, and she knew it, but this wasn't making sense to her, no matter how it was said. It was as though Cameron was speaking Chinese.

Hearing about the catalyst was to say the least interesting. "And how does a catalyst trigger or ground someone?" She had some idea, as far as human interaction went, but she wanted to hear it from her mouth.
"There is a war because the Powers wish to compete," she replied, "We are pawns."

Cameron shrugged one shoulder in imitation of the movements she'd seen others make. She speculated that she might not be the right person to answer Hestia's queries but forged on anyways.

"A catalyst that triggers another individual assists them in reaching their true potential. Some residents have powers that are difficult to contain or control or have not been realized yet," she explained, "A catalyst that grounds another individual is a staying point for someone else. Some of our more volatile residents require a reason to remain on our side or to channel their abilities."

She paused.

"I could introduce you to some if you would like, however I am not certain they are all here at the moment," she offered.
"More than a little troubling." She looked over at her. "People just accept this?" It seemed all a little beyond her at this point. The woman just shrugged, and Hestia sighed. Lovely, just lovely.

Hearing about the catalyst was very odd, and she wasn't sure the detail was any help, but it was a start at least. "It's their relationship that does that, I take it?" She frowned. "So I could have been brought here by some cosmic pimp to be a catalyst for someone." She made a face. "That's comforting I'm sure."

Though, if that were the case, it did make her wonder just who she'd been brought here for. She shook her head, best not to consider that. It was vaguely horrifying. "That'd be nice. Any help you could give me, I'd really appreciate." The woman was trying to be nice, she would keep that in mind before biting her head off.
"Eventually," she agreed, "You can request to be returned home but there is always a chance you will be pulled back."

She remained silent through Hestia's commentary regarding catalysts and eventually nodded to the request for help.

"I believe Pepper Potts is still here," she ventured, "She is a catalyst. We have many different types of resident here. It may be beneficial to meet all kinds."

She blinked.

"Our psychic is unavailable so you will have to check in manually," she informed Hestia, "You may want to do that before we venture further."
"Eventually is a long time." Hestia sighed and brushed her hair from her face. Returning home, even though it was an option that Cameron mentioned, didn't seem like a good idea. No, she would have to make do with whatever she had here.

Hestia nodded at the woman's offer. She still seemed standoffish to Hestia, but she was being genuinely helpful. Hestia liked that. Attitude could easily be overlooked if the actions were right, and these seemed right to her. "I'd appreciate meeting this Pepper person, or anyone else you could introduce me to."

"Check in? Over at the town hall? All right I guess." She looked over to it before glancing back at Cameron. "Mind coming with me, until I get my bearings in this place?" She was pretty sure the woman had offered, but hestia asked, because it was the polite thing to do.
"I will accompany you," she agreed, "This way."

She was certain Hestia would be able to find the Town Hall on her own but Cameron led the way anyways, offering the woman something in the way of a small smile before turning to lead her to the hall. She speculated that any newcomers today would be more displaced by the goings on in DauphinMare than usual, though that could be said of any day the town was charged with a task or challenge.

"It may be a difficult day for you," she offered as they walked, "People here are more distressed than usual."
Hestia followed Cameron, walking alongside her. With the woman's guidance, she was able to look around, and she did, taking in the scenery and trying to understand. "Just who else is here? I mean. I don't know what I mean. What kinda of people? They're supposed to be special, aren't they?"

When Cameron said that things might be difficult, Hestia frowned and looked over at her. The words were ominous to say the least, and Hestia found herself wondering just what she had meant. "Distressed? Why? What's happening."
"All kinds of people," she replied, "I am a cyborg. We also have witches, wizards, doctors, a gunslinger, a mercenary ..." She shrugged. "We have a lot of people."

Cameron paused on the steps to the hall, glancing back at Hestia blankly.

"People are missing. Those who have formed relationships here or had alliances with others before coming here are unhappy," she explained, "We are not as strong as we should be today. We also have visitors from the other side who have been displaced."

Turning away again, she moved to hold the door open for the other woman.
"A cyborg?" She frowned, very, very confused. That was not a word she had ever heard before. "What is a cyborg?" A gunslinger wasn't a familiar term either, but she had heard the term gun before, so it wasn't hard to guess from there. Cyborg made no sense whatsoever. "What other witches and wizards are here, do you know?"

That people were missing made her stop as she considered that. So this was a war after all. That was something her mind could sadly relate to, and her hand ran down her side in memory. "So there are enemies in our midst?" She took a deep breath. Part of her wanted to help these people. War touched souls deeply, and it never faded. "Well, that's all right. I'll manage well enough."
"Cybernetic organism," she expanded and blinked once, "I'm a machine made to appear human." Barely skipping a beat, she continued. "We have many witches and wizards of the wand waving variety from separate timelines as well as an entirely unrelated group of male witches. I am not certain I have met them all yet."

Cameron understood that most people were confused upon arrival and allowed Hestia her doubts.

"Icetenari will be able to explain further if I have not covered everything," she intoned.
"A machine? So you're not human?" It was odd to her. Muggles could create robots like that? Or was that a specialty in this woman's --cyborg's-- world. What was a robot anyway? Even looking at her, she couldn't quite figure it out. "Where you built? What for? I'm sorry, where I come from, we don't have machines. I can barely figure out a food processor."

Hearing that there were many other witches and wizards both boded well and ill. No matter how many allies could be gained, she was almost positive that many more enemies could as well. She kept that thought to herself though. She needed to figure things out before speculating aloud.

"Icenetari? She's the one who wrote the note, right? Where does one get a name like that anyway?"
"I was built by Skynet for the purpose of fighting the human forces," she replied simply, "I was reprogrammed by John Connor to do the opposite and sent back in time to protect his younger self from cybernetic forces." She blinked. "I am not human," she agreed.

A gesture urged Hestia to step inside the town hall.

"I would imagine her mother gave it to her," came the blunt reply.
"Skynet? John Connor?" It was even more of a foreign language than hearing about Dauphin Mare. At least she was here in Dauphin Mare, could see it with her own eyes. What kind of world had this woman come from? "So you come from a world of war. This must be sadly more of the same for you." Not being human still didn't make sense to her, though it explained a lot about her odd mannerisms, like how she didn't blink.

And how she didn't appreciate the humor. Hestia grinned and shook her head. "I imagine so. I was wondering why her mother would name her that. Do you know where she's from? Another world or is she from here? Are there natives?"
"It is similar," she admitted, "But not the same. When I arrived here, we were on the run. We did a lot of running."

There had been a lot of stopping as well; humans weren't nearly as resilient as one might like and there had been periods of rest. Enough that they'd been caught up with time and time again.

"I never asked," she replied blankly, "This place is familiar to both Laurel and Icetenari, however I am not certain they are from here. Everyone else has been pulled from their world."
"Running? What were you running from?" She frowned, wondering just what had happened when she'd come here. What happened in this war? It was a sobering thought, and she reached in her pocket for her wand, fingering it for comfort.

Hestia nodded. Well, perhaps she should. Maybe this Icenetari could put things in perspective for her. If she was from here, perhaps she could explain why she had been brought. She brushed her still wet hair out of her face before sighing. Maybe they just wanted a chef. "Well, hopefully I'll have a clearer picture after this meeting."
"The cyborgs sent back to kill John," she replied simply, following after Hestia.

She nodded though, dark eyes flitting about the hall. Whether or not Hestia's picture of things would be any clearer following her meeting with Ice remained to be seen. Cameron had seen many come down those stairs just as confused.

"Her office is up the stairs," she advised, "I can come with you if you would like. Otherwise, I'll wait for you here."
"Ah. They're here as well? Or are you talking back in the world you came from?" She looked, remarkably human for a machine. Shouldn't they look something like toasters or something?

Then they were there, and Hestia paused, looking up the stairs before looking back at Cameron. "Thanks. If you don't mind. You're the only friendly face I know in this place." She didn't wait for the woman to choose though, instead, she climbed the stairs and took a deep breath before knocking on the door she found there.
Ice knew there were going to be a lot of questions today. She knew there were going to be concerns. She reasoned there was going to be violence. She simply wondered which side was going to draw blood first, and if anyone was going to die in the process.

When she heard the knock, she glanced to the door before she rose wearily to answer it. Drawing it open, she regarded the woman on the other side for a moment before she moved back toward her desk, beckoning her to follow. "Welcome to DauphinMare," Ice greeted her as she settled in behind the desk once more.

Drawing the list toward herself, she wondered which description this woman was filling, and supposed she'd find out in a moment.
Cameron followed but lingered in the doorway, merely a presence rather than a participant. She certainly didn't need to be there; Ice knew what she was and what she was capable of.

She leaned against the frame carefully so as not to bend it out of shape.
Hestia looked up as the woman opened the door, blinking at the woman. She was beautiful, stunning really. Hestia paused a moment before nodding and following her in.

"Thank you. I'm Hestia Jones. I was told I should check in with you." She stood, wondering if she should take a seat. She felt more than heard Cameron behind her, and she took some comfort in that. Hestia didn't like being alone.
"Thank you, for that," she said before she nodded a thanks to Cameron as well. Without Isabelle here, Ice had no way of learning about new arrivals unless they checked in.

"I am Icetenari, most simply refer to me as Ice, or that bitch in charge, depending on the mood they're in at any given point. You may have a seat if you wish, but this likely won't take long. What sort of skills or powers do you possess? And do you have any questions that haven't already been answered?"
Hestia moved to take the seat. Even if it didn't last long, she did want to sit. She felt more comfortable sitting. As though they were equal and not some soldier receiving her debriefing.

"I'm a witch. So I have magic, though I confess, I'm mostly talented at cooking. I'm a chef and I own and run a restaurant back home. I'm not sure how that's going to help you here, unless you can't get a decent place to eat." She smiled, trying her hand at humor.

"I suppose knowing people would be the quickest way to gain any knowledge. Do I know anyone here, from my world?"
A chef. Ice wondered a little if she was a catalyst rather than a warrior, though she supposed time would tell on that front. "What sort of witch?" Ice inquired. "We've got a few different sorts here, though the majority seem to be English and have wands."

Given the woman's accent, she was going to guess she fell into that category. "There seem to be roughly three generations here - a set from the nineteen seventies, a set from the nineteen nineties, and a set from the two thousand twenties. There are also apparently two different timeline deviations within the later generation. So the odds are good you'll know someone here." She paused. "Or know of them, at least."

Ice looked thoughtful. "There should still be a list of residents posted on the board near the lounge. It should be current. You can look for familiar names and ... go visit."
"That sort then. I was born in Brighton, and I've had a wand since I was eleven, when I went to school at Hogwarts." Hearing that there were people here she might know was a relief.

Hearing that they were from different times was just strange though. "So, what you're telling me is that I could know someone, but it could be from before they met me, so they wouldn't know who I am?" That almost blew her mind, and she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes a moment.

"Yes, I think I would like to do that. Hopefully, some will recognize me, because other wise, it's going to be rather awkward." She paused then looked over at Ice. "What is the purpose of all this? What is this war about?"
She nodded. "There was a ... fairly recent incident with one of the witches. Her husband is here, but years younger than her, so they haven't even met yet. I believe everything's since been resolved, but ... I can't know everything."

Not without Isabelle here, anyway.

"The purpose is ... the same as any war. It's a struggle for power between the forces of Order and light, and those of Chaos and darkness. You'd be on the side of Order."
Hestia wasn't sure what any of that meant, but she took her word for it and nodded. Definitely going to be odd to meet people before she'd met them though. She didn't really want to consider it. "You don't know everything? I thought you were in charge though."

It was almost enough to make Hestia roll her eyes. "Sounds horribly familiar, but I'm not a child. Wars start for a reason that's perhaps a little more mundane. Idealism doesn't really fight a war, after all. People do. If I've been dragged from my home, I should get to know why."
"And everyone in charge of something is omniscient in regard to the thing they're in charge of?" she inquired archly, a brow elevating. "I am a pawn as much as you are, I simply happen to be the one steering this particular ship."

Ice regarded her for a moment, grey eyes seeking Hestia's gaze for a moment. "No person started this war. The Powers that Be are summoning players to once again quibble for control of the universe. It isn't the first time. It won't be the last time."
"It certainly helps." She did flush though, knowing it wasn't fair to ask that of her. She was just frustrated with the situation, and she felt like taking it out on someone. That wasn't right though, and she clamped down it. "Sorry, it's been a bit of a day, and it really hasn't started yet."

Hestia met the woman's gaze, her blue eyes never flinching. Hearing the conformation that they were pawns to some gods really didn't put her mind the least bit at ease, but there wasn't anything to be done about it. "Thank you then. I think I can find out the rest on my own. I've taken enough of your time."

She rose from her seat and held out her hand for the woman. "For what it's worth. I know what war's like, and I know only too well the toll it takes. I'll do my best."
Ice nodded as she shook the woman's hand gently. "It's understandable, and frankly, I've seen worse." Chase was here, after all.

Well, not today of course, but ... she'd sat through a couple of his rages. This was mild, by any standard. "That's all we can ask," Ice murmured. "For your best. Do have a good day and don't hesitate to come up here if you have questions."
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