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WHO: Mary McGarrett and YOU
WHAT: Mary's arrival
WHERE: Fountain & Village
WHEN: Slightly backdated to October 1st
OPEN TO: All
SCRUB COLOR: Navy Blue
WARNINGS: None but will update if it changes
STATUS: Open

[Fountain]

Mary had a very eventful couple of days. Her house had been broken into, she had been abducted and then later rescued by her brother and his partner. After she helped her brother and his Task Force out a bit, Steve had put her on a plane back to the mainland as he was convinced that she was safe to be on the island. As much as she didn't want to leave, she knew that he was right and by her not being on the island, it'd give her brother some peace of mind.

She had been in the air for about half and hour to forty-five minutes before she dozed off. Before she knew it, she was waking up underwater. Mary was taken by surprise but she feels a slight push upwards and she rights herself in the water and proceeds to swim towards the surface. Once she breaks the surface, she takes a deep breath as she treads the water, looking around to try to figure out what is going on. Did her plane crash? She looked around but she saw no evidence of such but instead she was in some sort of...fountain?

Swimming over to the side, she climbs out, brushing her now wet hair out of her face and she realizes that the bandage that was wrapped around her hand from her fight with her abductors was missing as was the one on her face. "This is some kind of weird dream right?" She said out loud, mostly to herself.

Mary takes a few minutes to look around from where she stands and she realizes that nothing looks familiar but she starts to walk towards the village. She didn't know where she was going but something told her she may be able to find some answers there.

[Village]

As she walks through the village, she has no plan in mind but she has genuine curiosity. She's still wet from the fountain but she wanders through the village, looking at the various buildings located in the village. All of the buildings look old and not the skyscrapers and built up homes and apartment buildings that she was used to at home. This village looked like something out of a history book.

As she did some exploring she figured she needed to find some help. Maybe someone could explain what was going on and point her in the direction of a telephone. If she could get in touch with her brother, he would come find her. She hiked her backpack up on her shoulder and continued her exploration through the village but now she is also on the lookout for someone who she could talk to.

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"A .. plane?" Ned asks, brows gathering at the center with some confusion. Although he has long since lost the reaction of being startled or shocked when someone speaks of things he cannot even begin to fathom - televisions, computers, cell phones, other electronic devices - he still finds that he has much to learn about what sorts of advances and technology other worlds seem to have. It always makes him a bit reflective, wondering why it was that Westeros, for all of its glory, seemed so far behind other worlds.

He shakes his head a bit, taking a step forward.

"Forgive me, but I've not heard of such a thing before - is it a method of transportation? Similar to that of a horse or carriage?" There's a pause before he continues, "Perhaps it matters not, what a plane is. What matters is that you have wound up here. I am afraid you're in a village without a name, and I have even fewer answers as to why you might be here with the rest of us. We have yet to discern a pattern for each arrival. But, if you would like, I can lead you to the Inn at the center of town, get for you a meal and some drink, and try to answer whatever questions you may have - even if said answers are rather scarce."

Mary raised her eyebrow slightly as the man looked confused and asked what a plane was. "Umm....well it's a lot different than a horse or carriage." What planet was this guy from? "It can take a lot of people in the sky and travel all over the world in just hours. It's a quick way of travelling." She gave a small shrug and a smile. It wasn't the best explanation but she never really had to explain what a plane was before.

As Ned told her that she's in an unknown village and nobody knew why or how people came to find this place, she frowned. If nobody knew where they were, what were the chances that they'd be rescued.

Mary shivered in her still wet clothes. Being inside and food sounded really good right about now. "As long as it doesn't put you out, that'd be great." Mary smiled at the man. "I'm Mary."

"If you'll oblige me, I would very much like to hear more about this - plane contraption of which you speak. We've nothing like it where I am from, and I'm afraid that my ignorance of it confuses me greatly as to how it might be possible to enable a man to take to the sky like a winged bird." How had no one mentioned such an incredible feat prior to now? Yes, many of the other technological advances that the world(s) seemed to make are quite extraordinary to Ned even still, but something that lifts people into the sky and travel the entirety of the world in a matter of hours? It is enough to make him feel as though his brain may very well be melting.

"No, no, not at all. I would be happy to. There is a sort of barter system in place here, as none of us have coin with which to pay. So you are able to take what you might need from the food stores, so long as you replenish once you've established yourself enough to do so." At her introduction, Ned bows his head. Had she been a man, he would have reached for just below the elbow, gripping lightly: a standard greeting for the men of Westeros. Seeing as she's a woman, he instead shows his respect with a bow of his head. "Mary, it is a pleasure. I am Eddard Stark, though most call me Ned. The choice is yours. If you will," he starts, turning to lead them back to the direction of the center of town. "We are not far from the Inn."

Mary gave Ned a smile as he told her that he'd like to hear more about the plane. "Of course. I can tell you all I know about them, which isn't much, but I can try to answer any questions that you may have." Maybe she could tell him about helicopters too. They weren't as impressive as planes but they were likely unknown to Ned.

"So we have to grow and catch our own food here?" If that was the case, she was royally screwed. Mary had no idea how to do either.

"It's nice to meet yo Ned." Was it rude to ask someone what century they're from? It was clear to her that Ned wasn't from hers. She followed Ned in the direction of the inn. "How long have you been here?"

"I would be eager to hear whatever it is you wish to share and oblige an old man," Ned replies with some warmth to his voice and expression. Although only having 30 name days to claim, Ned appears far older due to years of stress, war, battle, and fatherhood. His bones don't quite creak and moan the way they had prior to the fountain, but he isn't quick to drop their lingering ghosts from his consciousness.

"Yes, if you can. There are many here who are willing to assist newcomers in so far as helping to feed and helping to teach." He glances at her with a curious perk of his brow. "I take it you are not familiar with either practice? I am afraid that my knowledge of growing crops and tilling land is not very extensive, but I have hunted quite a bit in my day. I would be glad to offer whatever services I can to ensure your survival here."

He clasps his hand behind his back as they walk - his pace set, but not rigid or overly exerting. He isn't sure of her level of hunger or exhaustion, so he walks with purpose but not as though there is a fire to extinguish.

"It is hard to track the days, but if my generalization is correct, I have been here for seven months. It somehow feels both longer and shorter than that amount, when I think back on everything that has happened."