Porter:
"In my line o' work, it's the traveler who determines the destination, not the porter...strange how no one seems to know where they are going til they get there. Even after they get there sometimes..."
Porter eyes the mug even stronger, then looks to the bottom of his mug.
"So you mean I got here on my own." He pauses for a second a contemplative look on his face. "I suppose it possible, I have seen stranger things in my time."
Quintus:
"According to those inside, you are probably next to everywhere, and beside nowhere. That is what I have been able to understand. Also you are ahead of yesterday, about to see the present, and tired of the past. It makes no sense, but there is no way to force someone to give a straight answer. You are train-directional I think is what they called it." Quintus offered his arm in a soldier's greeting.
Eric walks forward to the porch and grasps Quintus's arm just below the elbow evidently familiar with the custom.
"Eric Swanson, pleased to meet you. As for all that gibberish it actually sounds like a rather reasonable explanation to my current perceptions, and a surprisingly accurate description of my mind prior to my arrival here. I can see layer upon layer of realities stacked here. If this place is really trans-dimensional that would explain how I could access it."
This message was last edited by the player at 06:38, Sun 01 Feb 2009.