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WHO: Sandor Clegane, Kaylee Frye, and Kate Danvers
WHAT: introductions and associated confusion
WHERE: second floor dining room
WHEN day 1, late morning

WARNINGS: Clegane has a mouth like a trucker, I'm sure other stuff will crop up too

Sandor wakes up with a start in a strange room with strange faces, sat in a chair at a table, a shout in his throat. He looks around with wary eyes, no trace of King's Landing, or what was left of it, in sight but something strung tight around his throat. It takes him a couple attempts to pull it off but he does eventually, throws the scrap of fabric onto the table with an irritated grumble. Nothing makes sense, which only succeeds in making him edgy, but when he moves to stand, there's no armor. No sword, only strange clothes made from strange fabric and a lingering feeling like all of this is Wrong.

He'd say it must be a dream, but it feels too real for that, and the only dreams he ever remembers are filled with fire. Everything's mixed up anyway.

The voice interrupts his ruminations, lays out everything, not that it's much. He can't find the source, although it's not for lack of trying, there's nobody else talking he can trace it to, only a box and that doesn't seem to make much sense. But it falls silent sooner or later.

Looking around the room, he sees two women seated at the table too, not that he recognizes either of their faces.

"Who in the seven hells are you?"

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Kate was no stranger to waking up in weird situations, or dealing with threats against her. That didn't make them any less annoying, but she wasn't about to panic when she came to at a table she did not recognize, wearing clothes she'd rather set on fire, surrounded by people she absolutely did not know. At least they smelled human.

She remained silent while she took in her surroundings, the people, the dress, and then finally her eyes narrowed in on her arm. Her body went tense as she noticed what looked like a cell phone screen pressed against her skin from the inside. Had someone experimented on her?

Her last memories were of grabbing some water while coming toward the end of her shift at the hospital. She had been tired, ready for a quick run and then sleep. Nothing about her shift was standing out as strange, or could explain her current surrounding.

When the damn record player or all things started speaking to them, Kate nearly did growl. Her eyes narrowed in on the machine. There was either a microphone inside, or someone had spelled it.

She stood up from her the table, cursing on her breath about the dress and shoes. Kate barley took two steps toward the record player when she stopped to kick off the offending heals, and picked them up to hold them in one hand. She could need them later.

Her long legs carried her quickly across the room to the record player, ignoring the man who had spoke. From what she could see, her two guests were just as confused as she was.

A few moments were spent inspecting the devise, before she stopped to look around the room. Old, musty, kind of rotten. The smells filled her lungs and made her want to crack open a window. Filled with candles. Was there no electricity? "Well this is a nightmare." She said rather calmly. Did the Hotel California message mean they were trapped inside by magic?

Finally she turned toward the man who had spoke. "I'm Katherine. Who are you?"

It was nice, for once, not to be recognized on sight; the heavy scarring on his face and the fact he towered over most men tended to give him away immediately, but the woman didn't seem to have any spark of recognition, and he found he didn't much mind it. He tugged at the collar of his shirt while she spoke, finally undoing the top button and discarding the coat to a chair in favor of a little more maneuverability. At least his armor had been constructed to let him move.

"Sandor Clegane," he offered in an irritated grumble, not that it was directed at her in particular.

Removing the coat and loosening the collar improved things somewhat, but he still felt too cooped up in his own skin. He started investigating his clothes properly, trying to find the source; it felt like he was wearing a bracer, almost, but it didn't seem likely given they seemed to be clothes for an engagement of some kind. So he rolled up his sleeves, just to see.

It was a mistake. There was some kind of window on his arm, like it was part of it, stuck there through hells-knew-what, medicine or magic or something between the two, and he cursed in surprise and horror and whatever else before immediately trying to pull it loose, and never mind that it was attached to him.

"What the fuck is this?"

"It looks like some kinda implant, but I ain't never seen one like this - I thought they went on the inside..." Kaylee's voice reeks of confusion along with a few remnants of having been formerly passed out. The way that she'd been slumped forward on the table had left her neck feeling like she'd done been leaning over some piece of machinery that needed those little tiny bits and pieces fixed to get in proper working order again. The stiffness goes from her neck well down into the middle of her back, but she woke up with a real good view of the screen that's in her arm. The layout ain't nothing like she's seen - even from her time.

And even though it's real tempting to pressy on it, touch it, see where things end and her skin begins her back really can't stand leaning like this nor one moment longer. So, she arches it as she sits up, a series of cracking sounds escaping. And it's then, as a secondary observation that she realizes she's in some kinda dress. And it ain't one she finds real pretty. The style is something that Inara could maybe pull off, but the way that it's slit up to her thigh, the halter top, and the way that it hugs her rather than having ruffles, layers, or anything pink - it's gorram black - is just not Kaylee even a little bit.

Moving to stand there's abject horror on her face - the cut out on her chest, the heels, nothing about this dress is the type of girly that Kaylee's ever had in mind ahd she sure doesn't like it. "I'm Kaylee." She guts the dress up at the cut out ever so slightly, and then down at the slit before realizing she's never going to find a comfortable medium with this thing. "What song was that....is that an old...thingy from Earth-that-was cause? Record player? Were y'all wearing them clothes before you got here cause I wasn't..." Kaylee offers earnestly - looking between her two companions and worrying where the rest of her crew is.

This was a whole new level of weird, and not just the cellphone. She had a whole lot of feelings to unpack about someone putting a cellphone in her arm that she was going to have to unpack later. But right now? How the hell did these two not know what a cellphone was? "Guys, it's a cellphone?" She looked at them both, one eyebrow raised as if hardly believing what she's hearing. "You know, calls, texts, social media, pointless games to kill time when waiting in lines?"

Nope. They didn't know. "It's for communication. If we all have one, chances are it's to communicate with each other." If they got split up. Or if there were others in the house. That was also entirely possible.

"Earth that was?" what the hell did that even mean? "The song is called Hotel California. It's by the Eagles. Released in 1976." She knew every word and could play it on multiple instruments. Kate was a bit of a movie junkie. "I say we call bullshit on that one and find the quickest way out of this place." If there was someone waiting to stop them, she was going to make them regret kidnapping a werewolf.

The word that was offered didn't mean a hell of a lot to Clegane; another word, but one he'd never heard of, one without any kind of context he could put it into, and the words that followed in her attempted explanation didn't help. So he glanced up to give her a skeptical look before returning his attention to pulling at it like it would help. It pulled at skin and he could feel it, but that didn't help either. A knife might, but he doesn't have one of those on hand.

"How can you communicate with it, it's a mirror. Just use a raven like a normal person, or walk to them and talk face to face. You don't need a...whatever this is."

Anyway, the problem of the space was the bigger problem anyway. Not that he had any idea where they were or how he'd gotten there, since last he knew...none of this was even the vaguest possibility. Some kind of afterlife then, maybe.

"It's only a song, it's not a guarantee anyway."

Kaylee looks at Kate, a bit of confsion written on her face - she never was very good with history, antiques, or the things that made up Earth-that-Was. Phone sounds familiar, like it's something she heard in one of the classes before she wound up focusing on helping her daddy with his shop, but it's not familiar enough that she can jump at it. After all, the technology from her time is varied at best, to tell the truth. There are some things that were carried forward from Earth-that-was and some that just weren't. "We ain't got none of that in space, though I bet some planets do - maybe the ones that's with the Alliance." Kaylee muses out loud, attention turning to the man.

His demeanor reminds her of Jayne, which doesn't make her feel as terrible in this situation - even if it makes her miss the gruffest member of her crew.

"It ain't a mirror, it's components, computer parts, and stuff - real fancy tech. I been to some planets where they use birds, but I thought they were pigeons or something like that..." Kaylee says, shrugging off Sandor Clegane's words, but not totally jarred by anything just yet. To her it would seem like whoever has taken them - maybe the Alliance - has taken them all from different planets with different set-ups and situations and wealth and all that. It doesn't even surprise her that the other woman might not have heard about Earth-that-was...if only because it's a dead planet with old history that isn't really important now because there are new problems and newer, probably more important, history.

"I'm definitely keen on getting outta here - I gotta get back to my crew and I ain't gonna let a song scare me off neither." Kaylee reassures, tugging and pulling at her dress again. "Though, I wish I knew what happened to my real clothes cause this ain't cutting it." There's an ease to Kaylee's interactions, and how she speaks because she's always been quick to trust, and working with other people has always been part of the deal as a crewmember of Serenity. Plus, the way she sees it they're in this together for the moment. There isn't a thought that one of them might be a plant or anything else - nor is there one that they can't get out of here.

She has no idea what they're about to face.

Neither of them were saying words that made sense unless time-travel was suddenly a thing. Ravens? Planets? Something was seriously wrong. It didn't make sense, but that was Kate's life most of the time when it came to anything pack or council related. "Hold on." she said, holding one hand up in front of her to stop anything else. "Humor me here for a second. What's the last thing you both remember? As in, what was the date, and where were you?" Since she was asking them, she might as well go first. "For me, it was March of 2029 AD, and I was in New York City."

This whole thing was going to give her a headache. She didn't want to think about who was changing their clothes, or setting them up in a big house like dolls. She just wanted to get out of here.

"Either of you two know how to fight?" she said arching an eyebrow in question. "Because if they think they're going to keep us here, they must have someone or something in place to try and make that happen.

Her first request gains a skeptical look, but at least it pulls his attention away from the thing in his arm for a little while, even if her frame of reference doesn't mean much.

"305 AC, Winter's finally over. King's Landing." Or whatever was left of it, anyway. "I've swung a sword for most of my life so I'd say I know how to fight, aye."

'Space' and 'planets', none of that meshed with what Clegane knew of the world, although admittedly what he knew was fairly limited. His ancestors were houndsmen, after all, responsible for breeding and managing dogs, then for fighting for nobler men, anything that academic was out of reach, not that he minded.

Kaylee's eyes go from blinking rapidly to widened in a mere matter of moments. She definitely wasn't prepared for the date that came from Katherine, let alone the one that follows from their male companion of the moment either. She knows literally nothing about his time, not even a bit of an inkling of anything, but what she can guess about the other girl's time...it sounds like she's from the earth that no longer is inhabitable - the one that was before all of the damage was done. And the mechanic can't quite wrap her brain around all of this.

She's used to dealing with machinery, making a ship run and keeping it in the best working order with the least of what she can get by on, not...figuring out how people got kidnapped from three different times. Or who or what or how someone put technological implants in their arms. Simon would probably have something to say about the second, maybe. That's not real important, though.

"You're over five hundred years behind me - it's 2526..." Kaylee's voice is full of the shock and confusion that she feels as she shakes her heard a little bit at the other request of them all. "I ain't much of a fighter, but I know how to shoot a gun - I'm much better at repairing engines, though." Kaylee's honesty is earnest and she's not going to make up stories or lie - especially not if something might pop up, she doesn't want to let anybody down.

And shooting guns...even that's iffy for her sometimes.

AC and Kings Landing meant absolutely nothing to her, and it probably showed on her face as she stared at him. Kate could detect no lies, despite the fact that it didn't make any sense at all. That was concerning. Just like she could detect no lies coming from the woman. Something was seriously messed up. Magic. It was always magic.

They didn't have a gun. Or a sword for that matter. But they big guy definitely looked like he'd be fine without one. Kate had her own weapons always on her, but using them wasn't exactly an option with these two around. If they were part of the supernatural community that would be different, she could deal with the bullshit that came with other creatures dealing with werewolves. But she couldn't be sure just yet.

"Right. Well, I'm getting the hell out of dodge, forget what a disembodied voice thinks."

So Kate went right for the door, and placed one hand on the doorknob. She listened carefully for anyone on the other side. She was fairly certain there was someone or multiple someones elsewhere in the house, but not directly outside. This was an opportunity, so she turned the door handle and pulled.

So the women were from the same place, only different times, however that happened, their collective confusion at his words compared to theirs solidified it. Bigger problem than he had time to consider, and honestly there were more immediate ones anyway. The room, and wherever the room was, and the ominous words from the music box, for example, none of which he liked.

But Kate had the right idea, at least, so after grabbing some knives from the table just on principle he moved towards the door as well, a knife in hand as he lurked behind her in anticipation.

On the other side was another room, at least. He pushed past her, because while he'd never claim to be chivalrous in any way, shape, or form he at least had some semblance of standards and training. When he stepped inside it didn't seem anything particularly impressive or menacing on its own, just another large room only this time the furniture was a mess, as if someone had left a wild animal alone in it, or like a storm had swept through. A few more steps inside, and he gestured for them that it was okay to follow once he was sure there wasn't anybody lurking.

"Nothing yet."

It seems that the decision is made for them all - Kaylee isn't going to stay put in this room all by herself. However, she isn't going to be able to do much in these shoes, so she takes a moment to slip them off - keeping them both in hand - and once her feet are flat on the ground, despite the dress that she's not too crazy about, she feels like she can manage. "I ain't staying here alone - I wanna get back to Serenity anyway." The comment is more to herself than her companions.

Kaylee certainly isn't going to let herself be left behind in this case. So, she brings up the rear of the group, pausing to turn around and grab a candleabra - it seems sturdy enough to whack somone if if she really finds that she needs to, after all. Her current companions seem more than comfortable with how they can handle themselves - she ought to at least try and help no matter how scared she is.

Peeking into the next room, Kaylee can't help but note the mess. "I wonder what happened in here...." Did someone who got into that room try to leave too? "You think this means someone's been here or is here still?" Maybe they tore the room up in a fit becuse they couldn't get out?

Maybe it's a reaver? Kaylee does her best to supress the shiver with that though, plus, there aren't any bodies mounted anywhere, no blood, none of the things that scream reaver, so...it should mean they're safe from that particular problem, anyway, but it does leave so many others open possibilities.

Had either of them bothered to look at Kate when Sandor pushed past her into the hallway, she would have been visibly annoyed. She could easily take care of herself, but there was zero point in debating that with him now. It was more important for all of them to get the hell out.

So she followed him into what she thought would be a hall, and ended up being a mess of a room. "Someones probably here." she replied to Katie. "Either watching us, or trying to keep us in." She was very sure she heard movement elsewhere. "Or maybe they're trapped too, who knows."

Couches, broken tables, beat up bed frames. Was this a broken furniture dumping ground or something? She didn't smell much of anything other than dust and dampness.

"No point in hanging around here." she said with a shrug, and made her way across the room to the next door, walking around or stepping over furniture as she went. "The sooner we get the hell out of dodge, the sooner I can track drown who pulled this off."

Clegane saw the annoyed look, it just didn't register as something he needed to be concerned about, not when annoyed looks were largely what he received to begin with. The idea of someone watching them didn't sit easily, only put him more on edge about the whole thing. His grip tightened on one of the knives as he moved through the space, nudging things with his foot as he passed by to ensure there wasn't anyone lurking among them, but when they got to the next door he waited behind her. If it was that important to her, she could take the first step.

"A message like that, I'd assume whoever's behind it can't be far. Ladies first."

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The mechanic can't quite suppress the shiver that comes at Kate's words. The Alliance is bad enough - the big bad watching everyone and spying and waiting to swoop in, but somehow the idea of someone watching them after putting them in this situation seems even worse. She can't quite put her finger on why, but it's probably got something to do with the state of the place, the fact that it ain't a ship (for Kaylee in particular), and what they've done to their arms.

"Well, if whoever is watching aren't the same people that put us here then they're in the same ship as us and we could work together." The optimism comes easy to Kaylee, despite the somewhat hard life she's lead both as a mechanic on a ship of smugglers as well as on the less than stellar planet that she was born on. She's always been like this - something both her Papa and Mal had always taken in stride, and even commented on (in a good way) from time to time.

It's thinking about the Captain that reminds Kaylee of what she wants to get back to - her family...and her Serenity. "Surely anybody else trapped here ain't intending on staying." Kaylee ventures, keeping back so that the other two can decide who is going where first - because she sure ain't. Ain't no power in the 'verse that would have her barreling headfirst into no room like that with just a candelabra no matter how much she's willing to work with and help out whoever else might be here.

She does, however, turn her attention to the blonde - tone curious. "After you get backup first, right?" The worry in her tone is easy - her companions don't seem terrified here so it's keeping Kaylee's own fear in check, but she's never been the kind of person that wants anybody to be unsafe. She likes people, so even if she doesn't know either of her companions...having backup - someone - to help with her revenge only seems best to her. That's what the captain would do, she figures, anyway.

She chose not to say anything to 'ladies first' and stepped toward the next room. She couldn't hear anything behind the door, which at least made her think they weren't about to run into anyone or anything nasty. So Kate reached for the handle, then paused.

Kate looked over to Kaylee and shrugged casually. "Yeah, my family will be pissed that I'm gone. They're probably already looking for whoever did it." And that person was going to need an angel to save them. Though she doubts an angel would.

Turning her attention back to the door, she pushes it open forcefully, causing it to hit against the wall. Only it doesn't make a sound, because before them is an entire room that is just one giant padded cell.

"Well," she says, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "That is a special level of distrubing."

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