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[The feed starts, and it's apparent that the woman who is wearing the bracelet has no idea that it's turned on. It's caught her in the middle of a string of mandarin - and her tone would very much make it seem as though she is less than happy and not really believing anything the letter had said.

Her gaze is flittering around, and she's muttering loud enough for others to hear over the device on her wrist.]

Tāmāde hùndàn! Malcolm Reynolds, I'm going to show you uncivilized if I find out you had anything to do with me being here.

[She glances down at the object around her wrist, and her eyebrows draw together. Though once she realizes that it might perhaps be broadcasting, she lifts it up so she's seen clearly - and in that few seconds of time, she's regained her composure and looks completely tranquil and at ease. Years of training were not going to go to waste, not even in this place.]

Bàoqiàn, I apologize, I didn't realize I'd managed to turn this on. I'm assuming it's a communication device? [She manages an easy and even charming smile.] Perhaps someone would be kind enough to tell me which planet I'm on and point me to the nearest city so I can contact my Guild, I would be most appreciative.

((OOC: Hover over the Chinese for translations!!))

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Ok, space-faring. Column C. Let's see if I can remember one of Vigil's lectures on this crap.

You're not in your world, and there's no spaceships here anymore. You've been abducted across the boundaries of time and space to a different version of reality by nine creatures that call themselves Asgardians or some similar crap. Their names are the names of the houses that we get shoved in to start. They kidnapped us to fight their personal war, which they claim is the final war of all versions of reality.

Feel free to believe it or not, here's a couple quick tips:
One - Don't lose the bracelet. Those faceless, gray people? You'll end up looking like them in about a day and you won't remember who you are or why you should care until some guard brings you your wristband back. It's a really creepy experience. I don't suggest it.
Two - They want you to interact with the people here, other prisoners or the locals. Have emotions, train and prepare for battle, and they're happy. Smile or scream, it's all the same.
Three - Get ready to see a lot of weird shit. Weirder than me.

[Inara stares, openly and truly stares. That is quite a lot this girl has just told her and honestly? A bit much to be hearing all at once. Inara glances away for a moment and then brings her gaze back to her bracelet.]

That is certainly... quite a lot to take in. Kidnapped by, uh, Asgardians to fight a war for them. That is possibly the strangest thing I've yet to hear.

[She glances back at the letter she'd discarded earlier.]

So the letter was in fact not a joke?

[Long-winded data dumps and TMI: Samantha's specialty.]

There's stranger, I'm sure, but it is right up there on the weird crap meter. As for the letter, if that faceless witch handed me anything when I met her the first day, I probably shredded it without reading it. I was in a bit of a rampage at the time.

So, I'll take your word for it on that one.

Probably.... [Inara's forehead creases but after a moment she offers the girl a small smile.] Thank you for taking the time to try and explain things to me. It was very kind of you.

Eh, you'll get most of that from a few people in time. However, there is something kind I'll try to do for you. I'm not always 'all there.' I'm not 100% human, and the part of me that isn't sometimes comes out to play. When that happens, stay away from the red-head with the black horns. The usual way to tell's if I get flirty or really friendly. That part's really bad news, lady. I usually warn most folks who're stuck with me for too long, so around here that's pretty much everyone.

Shénme? [Excuse her if it takes a while to completely sink in.]

Not 100% human? I... I'm afraid I don't entirely understand.... [She's never met anyone not 100% human, hadn't ever thought it was possible.]

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[She makes sure the video feed is on and takes a step back from the 'camera' angle so that the horns and tail are more clearly visible. When she speaks, she lets her fangs show and extends her claws. They don't really look anymore wicked than a cat's claws, but at the same time they make it far more obvious that the red-eyed girl is exactly what she says she is.

Not human.]

The old medieval word where I come from is cambion. I don't know if your world has myths of demons, but in some worlds, they're true. I'm a half-breed. The demon side of me isn't pleasant.

[Nothing in Inara's training as ever prepared her for anything like this. While she found that people could most certainly act like a demon, and Reavers most certainly could be called them, she'd never once thought they were real.

Asgard was most certainly the biggest wake up call of Inara's life.

She swallows, her gaze shifting uneasily away.]

Oh. Well then. I - uh, appreciate you letting me know that it would be wise to steer clear of you when you appear like this.

[Really now, what else is she suppose to say?]

Err, actually, I always look like this. I'm not trying to flirt with you. That's the thing to watch for. I... try not to be a very romantic creature because of the problem.

Sorry about this. This place doesn't exactly make for easy meetings sometimes. Just imagine meeting satan. He used to run a bar in town.

Oh, of course. My apologies for the misunderstanding.

[Her eyebrows raise.]

Satan? As in... Lucifer from the Christin Hell?

[What kind of place has she found herself in??]

[A very strange one.]

Satan, yep. Went by the name of Lucifer Morningstar, and had big old fashioned bat-wings to go with. Couldn't be one-hundred percent certain he was the head cheese and not just someone with a serious psychological problem, but he talked the talk pretty good. Creepy as hell having the boss of hell run a bar, I'll tell you that.

[She'd really just like to go home now.]

Well then, I'm certainly very happy that I missed that one. Is there... anyone else you can think of that I might need to avoid? For any reason?

[She can sympathize. It's like waking up in reaver territory.]

Be careful about trolls. They're not all bad, but a lot of them are violent. You'll be able to tell which ones're safe pretty quick, and they're easy to pick out of a crowd. Gray-skined, yellow horns, fangs, usually kind of pissed off.

but, like I said, some of them are pretty easy to talk to. Watch Kaz. Ugly little spider boy's a bastard. Most of the rest are ok. The worst disappeared not that long ago, least as far as I could see.

Wait... There are actual trolls here? [Dear lord, the crazy keeps on adding up.] Okay stay away from them. I.. Uh, thanks. [She really has no idea what else to say to that.]

There are things that call themselves trolls here. They're supposed to be from their own planets and dimension, so hell if I know. They don't look like the ones out of mythological books anyway. The one with mechanical legs named Tavros is pretty harmless at least.

Oh. [She's just... Going to try and avoid them until she gets a bit more settled. Just to be safe.] Well then... Thank you for your help. It's all been... rather enlightening.

Don't forget disturbing, concerning, worrisome, uncomfortable and confusing. Those probably all apply too. Either way, I'll probably see you around, miss.

Yes, those apply as well. [She offers a small smile.] Yes, I'm sure you will. Thank you once again. [And with that she ends the feed.]

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