The Traveller, and anyone else emerging from the TARDIS at the point, realize that the view through the scanner failed to reveal some highly pertinent details of their surroundings.

The sun, or what this place uses for a sun, is shining down from directly above the plaza -- high noon!  But what can be seen around it is anything but blue sky.  It's a view down onto the spires and ceilings of buildings, far far away, with drifting spreads of green floating in the space around it like leafy clouds.  Despite the brightness of the "daylight", the shadows it casts are more diffuse than might be expected.

Too, it is apparent that the ground curves away ever so slightly in every direction.  The plaza is level enough, locally, but the buildings that tower up around it all seem to be leaning minimally inwards, oriented toward the vanishing point of the gleaming light above.  And tower they do -- with walkways and bridges spanning the space between them, wide platforms built around them at various levels.  Their height seems architecturally implausible, and some are even built in more dubious ways, built with corkscrewing helical twists in their levels.

Tiny humanoid forms with gliders or perhaps wings can be see launching themselves from above, flying from building to building.

The onlookers in the plaza part as the uniformed trio approach.  The three appear unarmed (apart perhaps from the rods borne by the redheaded woman) but athletic, and they move with poise and assurance.

The woman's blue eyes flash as she addresses herself to Trav.  "You seem to have arrived at the Habisphere in a highly unorthodox manner," she says levelly.  "Would you please allow us to register you?  I am Janeth, senior lictor for this district -- these are my deputies Halan and Ches -- and as such I am authorized to put you on the rolls on behalf of the praetor.  An accounting will need to be made of any damages made in the course of your arrival, but unless some injury to a visitor has occurred, the additional assessment for your stay should not be severe."

Smoke Alarm footed out of the talkiphone box, outlooking around at the city, impressed but taking it all in a Kang's stride. After all, she'd grown up from smallness in the orbiting arcology of Paradise Towers and had lived in the ringworld city of Arsuran, so she was well used to towers popping out all over the place at funny angles and even upside down above her head. That was the way it was meant to be. It was when it was all flat and spread out with wide open parkland that it was all wrong.

'Build high for happiness.' she greeted the locals making the gesture and rememorising with some embarrassment that it was indeed a standard greeting among Kangs. She outlooked to Traveller, 'Should we how-you-do?'

The Traveller blinks. "Oh, hello. We'll be happy to make good for any damages done to anyone or anything. I am the Traveller, from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterboros. These are my travelling companions - Smoke Alarm of Paradise Towers, Stanley Newton of Great Britain and Kalath of Kestartes Delta. Where are we? We arrived here quite at random. I have just gone through a traumatic physical event, so I may be somewhat... disoriented. That is my ship." She gestures back to Sweet Boy.

"Where and when are we?"
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To Smoke Alarm:"They may not know the how-do-you-do. Let's wait for them to tell us where we are. Saying hello is good for now, but then you can teach then Towers manners."

As Trav runs through the names and places, "Great Britain" gets a flicker of recognition on Janeth's features, but nothing else does.  From out of his uniform, Ches has produced a small slate and notes the information down with a stylus.

Janeth frowns slightly.  "You came here not by your own design, then?"  She grounds the rods she's carrying with a military flourish and clack.  Raising her free hand, she makes a complicated series of gestures with her fingers.  From up above, a tiny device flutters down to hover by her ear, looking for all the world like an iridescent mechanical hummingbird.  Her head inclines to listen to it momentarily.  "I see."

"Then I should tell you that you've arrived in Hathtotep Habisphere, one of the Seven Abodes of Enlightenment.  As the core mission of the Founders does account for the blessing of serendipity, you are welcome to avail yourselves of the opportunities for growth, healing, and stimulation afforded by the facilities and your fellow visitants, if each of you agree to contribute your gifts as assessed."  Her gaze passes over all four of the travelers from the TARDIS.  "May I ask you to state what gifts and talents you are able to offer?"