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"Another world," the strangely dressed man says, "and you can never come back. I don't know where; I don't control it. But you can send others on, as will they in turn. The sharing and the sending are one."

There are a hundred things that should go through her head. He's crazy; it's a street performance; it's a con; it's a joke; it's a prank. None of them do.

It's never really a choice.

She takes his hand—

and she's gone.

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She's in a hot jungle-

No, a greenhouse. That's glass walls and roof. It's very fantastical, though. Blue and grey sky is visible past the condensation-covered glass.

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—it's beautiful. (And she's indoors. Should she be worried about being on someone's property? ...no, a greenhouse this large and elaborate and – the presentation – it's clearly meant for visitors. Probably one of those public gardens set up like a museum or an aquarium. She can blend in with the other visitors.)

She wanders.

...there's no one else here. Maybe she should get out.

She looks for a discreet side exit.

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It's not that big. And on second glance, most of the plants she can recognize are some sort of edible or medicinal.

There's a door at the front, a door at the back, and a stairwell going down.

...There's quite a lot of sky around. This place is somewhere very high apparently.

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...yeah, she should be getting out of here.

Being this high up is – a little unsettling. (But cool.)

Down it is. Carefully.

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The first landing of the stairs lets out to a very utlilitarian room with narrow walkways and ladders. Giant - bags? -Puffed up as if they were balloons crowd what would be a very large open space, if empty. Industrial looking framework, pipes, and bundles of equipment dot the area. The stairs continue down past it.

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She needs to get to the ground floor. She continues downward.

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The stairs lead to a hall that branches in two directions.

There's a window.

She's... Very high up. There is no ground visible. Come to think of it, might that low rumbling be an engine? What about the subtle swaying under her feet? Is this an airship?

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...

She's not getting out of here, is she.

Okay. Options. She can try to find somewhere to hide, stow away until the ship reaches port. That's... not likely to work.

Or she can take the scary option, announce herself right away, explain what happened. Maybe it'll count for something that she didn't try to hide. If she's very lucky, maybe they won't throw her overboard.

Or... can she just abandon this world, push herself on to a new one?

She clasps her hands together and tries to – no, maybe if – no. No, that's not going to work. Leaving only the first two options.

Hide or not?

...if she was going to play it safe today, she should have started a lot sooner than this. She goes looking for someone to talk to. Down the hall to the left.

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She finds a neatly arranged kitchen and dining room, and a lounge area and a glass-walled room with lots of complicated looking controls.

Hearing her walk up, the man in there says, "Hey Walta, you finished the- Wait, who the fuck are you? Stowaway?"

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"I – uh. Should have thought this out first. I wasn't on this – ship? an hour ago. ...Not that you're likely to believe that. I sort of. Landed here. At random. I, uh," she waves her hands vaguely. "I didn't mean to? I mean, I knew I'd be going somewhere, just not where, and... I'm making a mess of this, aren't I.

I'm sorry?"

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"...Leaving aside whether or not I believe your story, please back out of the bridge. Don't try and touch the controls. You say you landed here? Hmm..." He taps a little intercom thing. "Walta, come up front please. We're going to do a weight calibration."

A woman's voice comes though, tinny, "Didn't we do one yesterday, boss?"

"Yes. We're doing one again."

"Okay then... Be right up."

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She looks over her shoulder to make sure she doesn't bump anything as she backs out of the room. And waits quietly in the hall for further instructions.

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"You can understand why I'm suspicious, right? We're almost certainly not going to throw you overboard, but the precise details of what I plan to do depend on if we're about a hundred-two hundred pounds heavier than we ought to be, due to the extra soul on board."

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"Yeah it honestly sounds pretty unlikely, I realize. Uh. I guess if you can tell you're heavier than you were yesterday that'll at least prove I just got here so I'm not a normal stowaway? Sorry if I'm, uh, causing problems with the weight. I didn't mean – I already said that."

She twines her fingers together fidgetily.

"I can, uh, swab the deck or something? If that helps. ...That's probably a different question than the weight. Sorry."

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"The weight is not the concern. If you weighed a couple of tons it might have been. I am really quite upset right now and trying to stay calm."

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"...Yeah now I get why we're doing a weight check. Uh. Hi. You think she maybe fell on us, Captain?"

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"Sorry. ...Iiii'll just shut up now until you tell me what to do. sorry."

Fidget.

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"Hey now, no need to be afraid. We're not gonna hurt you." She glances at the captain in slight annoyance and pats their guest on the shoulder. "I'm Walta, that's Captain Vauners."

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She relaxes, fractionally. Tries to smile. It sort of works.

"Lilith.

Thanks."

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"That's the ticket. Just try to relax until we finish the weight check. We all take a deep breath and deal with this reasonably."

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The captain gives a slight huff. "Right. Elevator to neutral. Engines to idle. Make pumps for 1 bar... I'll fetch the logbook..." They know their ship's business, apparently.

It will be a few minutes running this check.

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She closes her eyes and tries to relax.

Breathe. Breathe. It's gonna be okay.

Awkward as hell.

But she's gonna get through it. It's gonna be okay.

Breathe.

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"...We are a bit over weight. Not a stowaway, technically, then. Huh. So you just... Landed here?"

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"Yeah. Appeared, not, like, dropped from above. In the greenhouse. I didn't mess with anything.

The guy told me it would send me to another world. I, uh, didn't really think about what it would mean to show up somewhere at random. ...sorry about that.

Allegedly I can do the same thing for other people too now, but I haven't tried it. Well. Tried sending myself on once I realized I was on a ship, but that didn't work."

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"Do... Wait another world? Do you mean another planet or another universe?"

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