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[Kassandra had spent the better part of a day figuring out just how to use the Omni before doing this. She's not technologically inclined, but once she had certain things pinpointed it wasn't difficult to work out some of the basic functions. Including ill-advised videos introducing herself, though she clearly hasn't mastered the Art of the Selfie.

The video feed opens at an odd angle showing a tanned woman, thankfully right-side up, staring at it with furrowed brows. Deep in concentration for a moment more, she simply stares at the camera in silence until she seems to come to a conclusion. Nodding, the woman exhales, and finally speaks up.]

...Hello. If other people are able to hear me, please say something so I don't keep talking to a rock and wondering if it really is magic or if I am crazy.

[Her voice has a heavy Greek accent, and if her attire is any indication she is not of the modern era.]

If I am talking to a magic rock, then know that my name is Kassandra, and I am looking for my family and my crew. Men named Alexios, Nikolaos, Barnabas and Stentor...and women named Myrinne, Roxana, and Odessa. I have hope that I am not alone in being reborn in this strange land, yet I have seen no sign of them.

[There's a pause as she fiddles with the Omni one more time.]

Aletheia, if you can hear this, show yourself.

[And then the feed drops.]

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You've...flown?

[Oh, Delilah. That's new to her.]

Mmhmm.

[She nods, slowly realizing that, and thumbs over her shoulder.]

I've got a flying boat, you see. Moored down at the docks.

Then you'll show me, yes?

[Food first maybe but...]

[She makes a great show of thinking about it, tapping her chin with a finger.]

[As if, for one moment, she doesn't want to show that particular thing off.]

Oh, I suppose.

Food first, then?

[She'll wait. She's trusting you!]

[She nods]

Absolutely - adventure needs to happen on a full stomach. This way!

[And she'll lead, in her way, to a dim-looking little bar-ish establishment. The place where the operative word for the meals is 'hearty' and it's best not to investigate too much further and, instead, look at the bottles.]

There's a dozen like these are here, I'm sure.

Oh, certainly. There are places like this anywhere.

{Every port she's ever been in has several.]

What are the foods like here? Similar to your home?

[She pauses, pursing her lips.]

I find it's best not to think too carefully about that. Things here are...ersatz. Often not in their original form.

So don't expect quality?

[She snorts.]

...have you ever eaten Spartan cooking?

And an odd variety of things made out of mushrooms, yes.

[She slides into a booth, carefully keeping a sword free, because of course she does.]

But it looks like meat, isn't wriggling, so I'm carrying on. And I haven't, actually. Well, I've eaten in Sparta, but not...well, the classic variety, I suppose.

Well, you aren't missing anything. Spartan dishes are foul.

[She's spoiled by Kephallonian cooking, and Athenian dining with Pericles.]

So, if it's better than rat stew, I'll take it.

That I think we can manage.

[And she bangs on the table, whistling with two fingers in her mouth afterwards.]

What-ho! Two tankards of your best ale!

Best...? Do you have the money to pay? Because I certainly do not.

[She's...well...she's used to drinking swill.]

[And she doesn't trust this place not to serve actual, literal swill. But she pulls out a bag of some rocks, rummaging in it.]

Probably. If not, well. I'm sure you'll be a fast enough runner. I know I will be, even on a full stomach.

[She has a...straightforward nature when it comes to solving problems. Namely, solve them immediately. But the words are barely out before she's off again.]

I mean, rocks for currency. Blood rocks? Some sort of nonsense like that. Trust me, this place is strange. Which I'm sure you're seeing.

Blood rocks?

[Now that has her peering over, looking at the stones...]

What in Zeus's name...? Where do those even come from?

[She shrugs, offering over the bag to allow a better look.]

Damned if I know. Probably blood, somehow. This whole place runs on it, like a lurid novel.

If only I'd known. I'd be a wealthy, wealthy person if I had all the blood I'd spilt saved...

[She's only half joking.]

I know, right?

[She sighs, putting the bag away for now.]

I mean, the last time I was shot in the arm alone...

Arm wounds are the worst, aren't they?

[So much blood.]

[She nods, enthusiastically.]

And then you can't use the thing properly for a spell - it's worse now, with firearms - awful things. Be glad you've not had to deal with them.

What are firearms?

[She's...what? What kind of device could that even be?]

Ugh. Awful things. Imagine a long, thin, barrel. Like a hollow spear, with no tip. It uses...chemicals and fire to launch little metal things out when you pull a little switch. Blasted thing goes at...oh, hundreds of miles an hour.

Just the worst.

So an...arrow? But with fire and chemicals?

[That's what she's got.]

Think...a round arrowhead in a blowpipe? I mean, if someone's tried to kill you with one of those. I've seen a few.

I've seen them. Assassination weapons, mostly.

[She prefers swords.]

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