One of the summoned squeaks in surprise.

The other, straight from a coffee shop with coffee in hand, blinks a few times and looks around at the environment first.

"Uh. Do you know what's going on? This is the first time any of that stuff has happened to me."

"Uh, did we walk into some prank show? I guess I wasn't paying attention, but still." She walks over and puts her cup down on the table.

"Well, I guess that's a possibility too, but I don't think so. Our town is full of them magic users. Also I just kinda teleported, that's... pretty hard to fake. Unless they started using magical artifacts for game shows?"

Sharp turn towards this other 'contestant', then a quick eye rubbing. "Full of magic users? Artifacts? Are you the prankster here, going to set off 'magics' around me?"

"No, no, I don't do magic. Pranks either."

Loud, drawn out sigh, in exasperation of it being too early for this shit.

"Then what's going on." She grabs her coffee, sips from it, then sits down in a chair.

"I am!" says a voice very clearly coming from the table.

And then she is not in that chair anymore. She is instead on a park bench, next to some people experimenting with different ways of tying each other up using some rope that looks suspiciously like a long, thin, durable sausage. Even smells like it.

From a normal start to a boring day, to being in a room with an odd fellow, and then a table claiming to be a prankster potentially sending her next to a sudden bout of public-sausage-shibari?

"It's way too early for all of this shit." At least the coffee came along, sip. "Hey, exhibitionists, where am I now?"

The Table is highly entertained. If it had lips, it would be smiling.

They keep doing public-sausage-shibari.

The tallest one untangles and says, "This town's called Keplurne. Big magic user hotspot. What happened? Dusted, elixir, or artifact?"

"Your town does not exist, neither does magic, and my best guess is 'sentient table'."

Sip. That's four counts of 'too early for this shit', or seven if you count every part of that sentence. Maybe eight if the sausage will get ripe, that's yet to be seen.

"Did you two somehow drag me to some sort of Area 51 of magic, or am I now in tableland?"

"Ah. Interdimensional stuff."

You had an interdimensional handling workshop, think, think, "Alright, so, you are in another world. Magic exists here. Its aesthetic is mostly 'weird shit', hence the sausages. Your best bet is going to one of the expert elixir makers, but I don't know where they live offhand. Probably just go in that direction" -- he points -- "and ask passers-by for directions to Dr. Bolinor's house."

"... Wait, so this is common enough to not matter?"

Eight, smell. Nine, interdimensional travel. Ten, that suggestion. We have a deca-too-early-for-this-shit.

Long, long sigh. "Do you have a mayor or something, or is random sausage-shibari-practitioners my best bet here?"

"Yeah, basically. Uh, why would you need a mayor to just ask for directions? He's pretty busy, dealing with the dancing badgers in Town Hall. Ask people on the street, they'll usually help you out."

He looks finished, but then adds, "Oh, and don't interrupt anyone who's making an elixir, that's really rude and it may be dangerous. You can tell 'cause they look really focused."

The Table does the sentient-table-equivalent of giggling.

"Dancing badg--... No, not for directions, for a official... Nevermind. I will ask a passerby." And hopefully they'll be more helpful.

Up she gets, and away from this park bench. Hopefully the next few people are not as... Out there.

Would she like to ask an otherwise normal lady wearing high heeled shoes as gloves? Or perhaps a teenage boy with a miniature hang glider attached to his back, who is up a short tree and doing something strange to it? Maybe someone who looks like a human-size talking cat?

Though talking to a human-sized cat would be certainly enlightening, the lady with the heels for hands will likely be better help. Depending on how long she'll have to stay here, Heather might come back for a chat. Heather walks towards the lady, waves a small wave, and asks "Hello, can I have a second? I am looking for Doctor Bolinor."

The kid in the tree isn't even considered, of course.

"Oh, of course, hun. He lives in a sky blue house, really hard to miss; three blocks down this road, turn left, and two more. Sorry, I can't lead you myself, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Goodbye and good luck!" She gestures with the heels of her shoe-gloves while she explains, and keeps walking.

"That worked surprisingly well. Alright, can do this... Think of the better things magic could do..."

Walk walk walk, and contemplates a 'small lie' to not have to talk to people on the way, even if they might be more acceptive of interdimensional shenanigans. Hopefully they don't bother.

She looks like she's walking with a purpose, so nobody bothers her. Until she's almost to the sky blue house, that is.

An old lady with a cat for a handbag squints and seems to recognise Heather. She walks up to her and says, "Oh, hello there, Lizzy! You've grown a lot. Are you back in town for long?"

Dear god, is that cat okay?

She turns to face his old lady with a neutral expression. "Wrong person, I have never been here before. That sky blue house there belongs to Doctor Bolinor, right?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you were my niece. Silly me."

She remembers the question. "Yes, Doctor Bolinor lives there," she answers, and keeps rambling, "he's a very nice man. You know, one time..."

She isn't really paying attention to Heather anymore.

Time passes... Until the proper time to unleash the PRECISION AIMED REMARK TO EXIT NEEDLESS TOPICS ESCAPE! (The PARENT Escape!).

After some very minor pause about twenty second in, "Excellent, though I really should get going. Would not want to keep him waiting." If she keeps talking, she interrupts Heather and the conversation ends with her rudeness. If she won't let Heather leave, she's also being rude! Flawless.

Then to walk to Bolinor's and knock.

In response, there are several noises inside, including shouts in several different voices and dull thuds, presumably caused by falling objects.

The door opens. "Hello? Can I help you?" asks Flora. This seems to be an automatic response, and it is shortly followed by, "Also, do you not know to wait. Because if so, your educators are very bad at their job and I would like to talk to them."

She looks quite normal by Heather's standards of normal and doesn't seem to find Heather abnormal either.

"No, I do not, because I just got sent here from a different dimension. Two closest people pointed me here," she shrugs, "you can go deal with whatever just happened, I am patient."

At least Heather still has a bit of coffee left.

"Oh, sorry. Right."

She walks further into the house and holds the door open for Heather. "You can come in and sit on that chair over there. I was actually sent to see who it was, some of my co-prentices are handling the messed up elixir- Do you know elixirs?"

Head shake. "Nothing except to not distract someone making one. Sorry if I managed to."

She walks in and sits where told to.

Flora paces. "That was mostly bad luck and some kind of malfunction. We have wards - house protection with notifications - when they're tripped, uh, activated, we can feel it. They shouldn't've gone off unless you tried to get inside. I'm going to have to take a look at them later today. Anyway. Elixirs are...uh, basically homemade herbal tea that does magic if you brew it exactly right. Do you want more detail?"

"More detail can wait, I suppose. I did not try to get inside, only knocked." Heather drinks the last of the coffee. "It does seem like not much works sensibly though, perhaps it thought I was trying to knock the door down."

She sighs. "Sorry. I will stop. As long as I sit here, I will not be in danger, right?"

"Yes, that does seem like a magical reinterpretation of the concept of knocking. Why would you be in danger, though? Do you think- Nope, stop, other world, okay. Magic really really, uh, prefers to be safe - you are mostly only at risk if you're making something, in particular either untested -- interruptions qualify as this -- or malicious in intended effect."

Nod. "Makes sense, even if some of the..." shoe-hands. "Methods are a little unsettling."

Heather perks up a little. "Well, I am Heather, nice to meet you. Are you the Dr Bolinor I was sent to look for?"

"Oh, no. I'm just an apprentice. Flora, nice to meet you too. He'll come here shortly, after he's made sure everything's fine in the elixir lab." Is there anything I should do? Heather is a guest, guests... Aha. She finished her drink. I am not sure if she wants a refill but I can ask. "Would you like a drink?"