Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

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Wes was having a... strange day. For one thing, he still had a few globs of pie filling in his hair from his Badass class earlier, and he was still annoyed at the way his Science of Deduction teacher had criticized his "tiny brain." So he retreated to the common room to decompress. Showering might have been a better choice, but sitting in the common room with a stack of books seemed more appealing. So he did.

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"Somewhat, yes," he admitted. "I mean, there's a great deal of speculation as to when time travel will eventually be made possible, and what it will entail, but for the most part it's quite a mystery. What was it like?"

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"Harsh," he admitted. "Everyone was always hungry and cold. There was no one to rely on but ourselves, and almost everyone was disinterested. It was strange, at first. But so is this."

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Wes had been to a fair number of inhospitable dimensions himself, so he could kind of relate. Which raised the question, "If you don't mind my asking, why were you there?" he asked.

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Dolf flushed red again, and it was a little brighter this time. "I wanted to see the knights jousting at Montgivray," he admitted, "And my father has a friend who had a prototype time machine, so I thought I'd try to convince him to let me test it."

He was... trying to make that sound less stupidly reckless than it had been.

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Oh, Wesley didn't think it was stupidly reckless at all. Actually, he thought it was just about the coolest thing he'd ever heard.

"Fascinating," he breathed. "Truly. I'm rather a fan of swordsmanship myself, so I can understand the urge to see it during its prime. Did you enjoy the jousts, at least?"

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Well, at least that meant he didn't need to get terribly defensive about it.

"Actually, there was an error," Dolf continued, relaxing, the red fading quickly from his skin. "I wound up in Speyers, not Montgivray. I do know how to swing a sword around now, though. A little. I'm not a fighter."

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"Then that's not too bad," Wesley reasoned. "So long as you ended up profiting from the experience. I suppose you managed to get home safely and all that?"

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"This was supposed to be me getting home," Dolf said, ruefully.

And, alright, a little self-indulgent about his own misery, but he was allowed.

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Ooh. Well. That was bad.

"Well... at least it's safe here," Wesley tried. Hopefully Dolf hadn't gotten attacked by monsters or anything. "There are certainly worse dimensions to get stuck in, at any rate."

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"It is safe, and there's food," Dolf agreed, and kind of wanted to kick his legs out at something, but there wasn't anything. "How did you get here?" A pause. "...And what is your name? Sorry, I hadn't thought to ask."

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"Oh, I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," he said, embarrassed that he hadn't thought to introduce himself before. "And yourself?"

Then he answered, "I took a Portal here from home. That's a means of moving rapidly between dimensions. My father sent me here."

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"Rudolf," Dolf said, used to using that in any language close to Germanic, then caught himself. "Dolf Wega," he ammended. "People can send you here?"

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"Yes..." answered Wesley, kind of confused by that, because how else would people get here? "Did you suppose everyone else came here by accident?" he laughed.

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Dolf shrugged, and absolutely refused to blush again. "They could be," he said, stubbornly.

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Realizing that may have come across as a wee bit offensive, Wesley admitted, "Yes, quite right, I suppose they could. I'm sure quite a few people do, in fact."