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[pylean_cow]

Fred was starting to think she had this place almost figured out. Yes, it was another dimension, but at least this time, she wasn't alone there. She had Lorne, and Angel too. And even though he was an Angel from another dimension, he was still very much the same handsome and kinda broody champion she'd known back home. He was just a little younger

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[cibosity]

Despite having been on the island for a few weeks, Sawyer had yet to decide how he truly felt about the place. There were times when he was as convinced as ever that the island was a place of judgment, when all men and women were forced into a place that gave them no freedoms other than that of thought, of a peace so prevalent that it was almost suffocating. It didn't really matter what he did. Sometimes, he hiked up mountains, and other times, he sought out abandoned huts to add to his slowly growing collection of goods a little ways into dinosaur territory- hoarding because, after all, one could never really count on the good to last, and it didn't hurt to have a cash cow available at all times

[pylean_cow]

Fred looked up from her book, which she could barely decipher, much less read, anyway. She thought some of the symbols looked familiar, but truth be told, she was having trouble reading much of anything without holding the book almost right up to her face, since whatever portal or island thing had brought her there hadn't seen fit to send her glasses along for the ride.

By now, Fred had gotten pretty good at tuning out a lot of the noise in the rec room. There were always people coming and going and the jukebox always popped on at really inappropriate times-- someone had told Fred that it had a mind of its own, but she really suspected there was some kinda spell at work-- but at the words 'ancient Sumerian', Fred looked up.

"Archaic, classic, neo or post-Sumerian?" She asked, though she was pretty rusty at all of them. Languages had really been more Wesley's thing.

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He'd meant it as a joke, a fact which suggested either that this girl was particularly good at playing along- one would have been hard-pressed to feign an expression as earnest as hers was in that moment- or that she had taken the inquiry seriously. Either way, Sawyer's brow raised sharply as he stared down at the girl, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. To Sawyer's discerning eye, she was quite pretty, almost in a conventional way, if her face hadn't been just slightly too thin and her clothes anything but fashionable for the time

[pylean_cow]

"Oh." Fred replied, a little disappointed that he hadn't been serious, but kinda glad at the same time. "I-- I guess that's a good thing. I'm pretty rusty on all of them, really."

Rusty, horrible, almost completely clueless...they were close to the same thing anyway. She had to admit, she'd been kind of hoping that she'd come across someone who could at least recognize ancient Sumerian; maybe it would mean that they could read some of the other languages she'd come across.

It wasn't like she even knew where to start here: af first she'd started looking for books in Pylean, but that didn't make any sense at all. She wasn't in Pylea and really doubted anyone from there had the ability or the desire to send her to some kind of tropical island in another dimension.