Franklyn shows up in hobbiton with The Gamer powers
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Not in Notes there isn't. Just save and load. It really is just a word processor and a voice recorder as far as he can tell.

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"Interdimensional communication? Help? Any communication?"

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Help gets him the helplist menu again. Nothing else happens.

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He will take another look at the Perks, Skills, Party and Achievements tabs while making is way towards the possible-quest-giving NPC house.

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PERKS:

|I've got the power!: you now have the power of the Reward Interface. Otherwise known as The Gamer Power.|

There's only the one perk...for now. no list of possible perks to be seen.



The Skills menu is empty, that's depressing.



Achievements list is empty of earned achievements but there is a box that says

|????|
Miles walked: 2.2/500

So apparently in progress achievements show.

 

The Party Interface has multiple windows.

It has what looks a lot like a modern chat client. Something like Discord or TeamSpeak or Skype. A party member bar on the left to select who to talk to which is empty. A text chat with an input field for instant messaging. A Voice chat interface as well. And what looks like a smaller version of the inventory screen with a "Whitelisted users" box next to it that is empty.


As Franklyn gets closer to the town there are more mini people out and about in the fields or walking the road. With small houses on the side of the road into town every so often as he travels. Seems like a nice peaceful town with friendly-looking folk even if some do eye up this tall stranger suspiciously from time to time.

Eventually, he gets into the town proper. lots of little houses and doors sticking out the side of hills with chimneys poking out the top of the hills. If he asks anyone how to get to bag end they will just nod and comment to themselves that of course the Outsider wants to go to bag end, and point the way for him.

Eventually, he gets to the edge of the town where bag end is located. There is what looks like a young man playing with a bunch of children outside one of those home hills Franklyn saw on the way in. While a portly old man with a friendly face sits on a rocking chair on the entranceway smoking his pipe keeping an eye on them.

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Gosh, this is adorable and Franklyn will summon all his will power not to pick up the tiny adorable people. He will even nod back when they make comments about being an Outsider looking for Bilbo.

He approaches the older man, it's a lost cause to pretend he isn't a tall stranger, but he can try not to look intimidating. 

"Hello, sir. Are you Bilbo Baggins?"

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"Yes, I'm Bilbo Baggins. Historian and writer." He also gives Franklyn a look up and down but his is a curious one rather than a suspicious one. "How may I be of service?" Pulling his pipe out of his mouth and putting it out to be polite.

He's got curly grey hair (in fact most of the mini people in this town have curly hair) and a twinkle in his eyes as he talks to Franklyn. One could see how he might be the sort to go adventuring when so many in this town seem to find that sort of thing distasteful.

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Franklyn really wants to pet the curly hair.

"I am on a very bizarre situation, please don't call me crazy. But a short while ago," the interface really could use some watches "I found myself in a nearby field having no memory of how I got there and I am not hungover from being drunk. More importantly, there was a message in the air, saying that I died and I was sent here instead of the afterlife with compensation in the form of a... bunch weird things, but it includes a map that lets me see things from above, if you want evidence."

Okay, maybe he talked enough. 

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"Well, that sounds very peculiar indeed. You don't look like an elf. Are you sure it said afterlife? Because as far as I know, men don't go anywhere when they die they just...end. Hobbits too I suppose. Only elves get to go to the halls of Mandos after they die.

Plus this is the land of the living! I certainly don't feel dead quite yet." He chuckles at his little joke at his age.

"And don't all maps show things from above? It would be a pretty odd map to show things from sideways." He scratches his chin thoughtfully. "But you don't seem mad or drunk and I've seen some odd things in my life."

"I suppose people sent you my way because you are a human and I've been known to deal with Men and Dwarves. Well It is almost time for afternoon tea, If you like you could join me and we can talk more about this mystery." He gets up out of his rocking chair and heads for his front door.

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"I would love to join you for some tea." Franklyn thinks this a very nice fellow. "And, I ever seen cross sections maps, but they are not particularly use to navigate. I meant that's not a static map, things move in real time." 

If this means going inside Franklyn will endure crouching down.

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There will need to be some ducking to navigate this house. For a hole in a hill, it's incredibly cozy even if the hallways are all cylindrical instead of having flat walls like Franklyn would be used to.

There are a bunch of loose books and papers in the living room that they have to travel through to get to the dining room. "Sorry for the mess. Wasn't expecting guests you see and I've been working on my book."

The dining area is kept clear though. "Take a seat and I will bring something out. I could make up some tea or bring out something a little stronger if you prefer. And I've got some lovely cheeses that need finishing." And he potters off into the kitchen.

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So adorable! Franklyn is going to die (again). He is very careful to not hit head against anything. 

"Your house us lovely. Tea is fine. I don't think I should drink anything in my state."

He sits on the floor, to avoid crushing the furniture. 

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There is a chair more suited for someone his size in the corner of the room if he wants to use it.

Bilbo comes out after a while with a pot of tea, some teacups, a platter of cheeses and crackers and some bread. "And I have leftover honey cake we can finish it all off with later." He says as he sets it all down and sits down. "So if the map changes to show what's happening right now it's an enchanted map? I saw an enchanted map that changed under moonlight once but the pictures didn't move at all or anything."

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Oh, he will take that chair, though he will seat on it very carefully. "Ooh," he says at the food. "It's definitely... not a normal map?" Also, maps that change under moonlight are a thing, huh, "what I am experiencing is like a rectangle over my field of vision," he indicates where it is more or less, "and through it I can see things like I am watching them from right above where I am standing. It's not a drawing or anything, though it does things like displaying the name of the hobbiton town and if poke at it, it gives me a route to where I am from to where I poked."

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"Never heard of anything like that at all. Mind if I test it?." Slicing cheese and placing it on crackers. He seems very calm for someone who heard such an outrageous claim. "And have you picked up anything that might be enchanted lately? Jewellery is the most common kind. In old caves or ruins and the like."

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Of course, he is calm. He is probably the tutorial guide. "I don't mind at all. Until today, I would think that magic wasn't real and I have not any unusual jewelry from unusual places. There is more to the thing, but I have not explored it yet." Pause. "My last memory before the field does involve me being hit by a vehicle and possibly dying."

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"You remember getting caught under the wheels of a wagon? This is very curious." Bilbo gets up and goes to the window and calls to the young man outside. "Frodo! can you go up to the roof and make shapes with your arms! This fellow says he has magic that lets him see from the sky!"

"Yes Bilbo!" Franklyn can hear a voice call back, and then dull thuds on the ceiling as presumably Frodo climbs up the hill.

"You must be from somewhere even more out of the way than we are. Even in Hobbiton, we get a Wizard passing through every decade or so. Gandalf has the most magnificent magic fireworks, He will probably bring some for my eleventy-first birthday party soon enough. If you stick around you might ask him about all this magic when he gets here."

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If Franklyn checks his map he will be able to see the tiny shape of Frodo making a circle, and then a V and then a circle with his arms over and over.

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Franklyn reports all these shapes, in real time even. He will even report the other children doings while this transpires for good measure.

"I would very much like to talk to the wizard then. And I don't think I am from this world? None of the landmasses are the same, and we have mapped everything."

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"Well turns out you were right about having a map in your head. Very very peculiar. Useful though now you can never get lost." He calls Frodo inside and Frodo joins them for afternoon tea. 

"What? Another world? You mean like another continent?." Frodo asks when Franklyn says this.

"Gandalf will probably be here in about a week. And you look like a regular man to me. Not even a Southerling or Easternling but like a man you would meet in Bree or Gondor. I would expect someone from so far away to not even recognize the shape of the land to be very different from men we have here. Very odd this all is." Bilbo muses aloud.

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"Not another continent. The entire globe is different. And I am extremely surprised that you look this similar to me too. Or speak my language for that matter." Pause. "Assuming this thing isn't also translating or something."

He thinks for a bit. "Uh, there is a job I could do to pay for my stay or something? There might be something more about this than just the map but I have not poked at it yet enough."

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"Similar? We're Hobbits. Couldn't get more different we are totally different races. If you had woken up in Bree that would be a different story that town is full of men. And we are speaking Westron right now?"

"Oh and I can put you up for such a short while, It'll be a favour to Gandalf, I'm sure Gandalf will want to meet you too mister..." Expectant pause from Bilbo.

Frodo looks enamoured with the idea of a whole another world.

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Frodo is adorable. He should not hug the adorable hobbit, but he really wants to.

"The name of my language is English, instead of Westron, but you sound the same." He thinks for a moment. "Do you understand when I say the word hominid? Does that come with a meaning? And when I mean different, I mean really different, like, different as dogs and fish are different instead of how dogs and wolves are different."

"Oh, sorry, my manners. I am Franklyn Grayson. And thank you so much, if there is anything I can do to help or repay your generosity, please let me know."

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"Never heard of a huminid. The most different things we have to the free races are orks and they still stand on two legs and talk like you or me, just ugly as rot and as evil as you could want. More of a sheepdog and rabid warg situation." Bilbo pulls out his pipe again. It helps him think.

"Your speech sounds like Westron to me. Can you understand this? istan quetë, queta Quenya."

Frodo pipes up. "Pleased to meet you, Franklyn. You already know who my uncle is. And I'm Frodo Baggins at your service." He does a little enthusiastic bow in his chair.

Bilbo smiles at Frodo's enthusiasm at meeting new people.

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Franklyn doesn't know what to make of this description. "Do you happen to have pictures of an Ork? I think I heard mentions of goblins and dwarves? Are there more? I didn't understand any of that. Either our languages happen to be identical or the thing is only translating Westron and English. How many letters are in the words one, two and three?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Frodo Baggins." Most adorable.

 

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