| Space Travel as the Norm | ||
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| Summary: Rayne talks to Constantine about her home universe, how normal space travel is, and how weird the last planet she was on was.    |
John Constantine has taken a seat at the bar. As usual, he has whisky in front of him, along with a random selection of bar snacks. Rayne steps on up to the bar and practically falls onto the barstool, where she orders a hard ginger ale. "Hey, John," she says. "Hey, love. Long day?" he asks, reaching for a buffalo wing and then munching on it, careful not to spill any sauce on the Coat. Rayne twitches slightly as she always does at being called 'love'. "Aren't they all?" she says flatly. Either he's oblivious to it or the habit is JUST that hard to break. "Not necessarily." One shoulder shrugs upwards. "Is that Crabbie's?" Rayne takes a gulp of her newly arrived drink, then raises an eyebrow as she looks at Constantine again. "...Crabbie's?" "Really good brand of hard ginger beer from Scotland. Wonder if they have it here?" he glances questioningly at the barkeep. Rayne looks at the drink, then shrugs. It's in a glass. Steve, on the other hand, nods. "It is," he says. John Constantine ahas. Downs his whiskey. "Get me one of those." Hey, he's not drunk. Yet. "Been a long time since I've been to Earth," Rayne says idly. "And I'm not even talking just Earth itself. Not been to Earth controlled space in nearly a century. Don't think I ever made it to the British Isles." Sarra_Moon enters into the usual, wearing jeans and a teeshirt, her three wolves following behind her, the wolves giving a quick glance at John, keeping an eye on him as sarra heads to the bar. John Constantine nods. "Not been to many other places." If Sara gets her way...but of course, Sara hasn't found him, which likely means she can't. Or time's flowing differently, always possible. He glances at the pack for a moment, offers a slightly weak smile. Rayne nods. "It's something that took a little getting used to. People that never left the planet of their birth." She looks up to John again, saying, "To me, it's probably like people that never left the area around their home town to you." Sarra_Moon orders a Guinness and a steak Rare and one steak for each wolf as well. petting a wolf as she relaxes John Constantine shrugs. "Earth doesn't really have space travel yet where I'm from. Will soon, but doesn't. I have a friend with a timeship, though, so..." He knows something of the future. Rayne gives Sarra a nod of greeting, but continues her conversation. "Yeah, I know. That's the case with most people around here. Well, not the timeship part. Just the... yeah. I've just never lived without the thought of space travel being normal." Sarra_Moon waves to Rayne and smiles "Hi Rayne, how have you been?" she asks as she pets a wolf, taking a sip of her beer when it arives "Always been kind of day after tomorrow for me. I suppose I'm a Medieval peasant, then." He lifts his fresh glass of Crabbie's to her, clearly not offended. John's probably quipping about the never left their home town line. Rayne shrugs to Sarra. "The same as I always am." From her tone of voice, this is mediocre at best. She looks back to Constantine again and says, "Heh, well, I've lived that life, too. Spent some time on a world whose EM field just wrecks electronics and even tends to make anything large and metal heat up. Don't know the physics of it." Sarra_Moon tilts her head at the tone in Rayne's voice "Everything ok?" she wonders out loud, one of her wolves moving over to sniff at Rayne. John Constantine hrms. "Sure it was physics? Might have been a planet-wide curse, although it would take a lot of power to achieve something like that," Constantine muses. He's not addressing Rayne's mood. Perhaps he figures talking about weird worlds with no tech allowed will take her mind off of work. Rayne shrugs to Sarra. This is normal for her. "No, actually, I'm not. It would make sense. But the general consensus is that it's got a lot to do with the magnetic field. Buuuuut magic does exist in my home universe, so I can't rule it out." John Constantine hrms. "Or it could even be the combination of both. I don't know the laws of magic where you come from." Rayne says, "Considering there's a prominent starship design firm that uses hybrid magic and conventional tech, I'm guessing combination is pretty likely." John Constantine nods. "'Course, some people would probably find a world like that to be a cool vacation spot if you can work out the getting to and from." Rayne nods. "That's... kinda what I did. Except it's a pretty violent place. Turns out approximately half the natives really don't like outsiders. And they consider the natives that do like outsiders to be outsiders. One literally punched me into this place. Well, I think he was just as surprised as I was, buuuuuut...." John Constantine ahas. "See, that would explain it. If you did it right, you could power the spell to alter the EM field off the EM field, but I was trying to work out why...and now I suspect I know." John's lips quirked. "Any bets their ancestors kept trying to conquer everyone so somebody decided to confine them to their home planet?" Rayne laughs, then shakes her head. "Yooooooouuuu underestimate the Tyrian Empire. I'd more believe the locals did it to keep people off and away. I'd never heard anything about the Tuuk being off Cevernal." John Constantine ahs. "Also a reasonable explanation," he says, with a slight shrug. "Point is, good quarantine method." Rayne snorts. "Yeah, except mages have ways of getting to orbit. Not easy, but it can be done. It's a great place to escape everything, though..." John Constantine nods. "Well, except the locals." He lifts his glass, takes a generous swig. Rayne takes a quick swig as well. "Yeah, well, I wasn't thinking so much about the locals when I went there. At that time in my life, I was a little prone to overreactions." John Constantine snorts a bit. "Aren't we all, love?" Rayne sighs and shakes her head. "I caused a controversy, managed to break a political marriage between two other people, so I just decided I wanted to disappear when the paparazzi started taking pictures of me..." John Constantine ahs, "That's not overreacting, love. I've seen what people will do to get away from those clowns." Rayne shakes her head. "I could have melded into the proverbial shadows without going that far. Could've asked my father for help again, he's good at starting new lives over again." "Still, they're horribly persistent. Good reason to stay under the radar." Yeah, John doesn't think she was that crazy. Rayne says, "Well, I'm so far under the radar now...." She pauses, then just shakes her head. "Eh. Another life by now." "Doesn't seem likely I'll make it back either." For a moment, John wonders if it will make a difference. No. It won't. Rayne looks down at her drink, not liking to comment on people's chances on returning home from here. She doesn't like to break hope, but... she also doesn't have any reason to actually beleive it to be acheivable. "Found a way to something like my world that wasn't," Constantine adds, wryly. | |
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