Opero nods. "I think I can remember some civic legends about Kiekruops being divinely inspired, which sounds like it could be related. So, what does this mean? That our worlds are...siblings, somehow? Branches? Do worlds have relations to one another in that way?"

"No idea. I assume you have a world map? How many continents? Is there an ocean in a pole and a large cold continent on the other?"

"Yes, and six, though it depends on how you count them. One pole just has an island nearby, the other has one of the major continents, yeah." Opero extrudes a sheet of shining substance from his armor, which shifts in color and texture, quickly resolving into what is pretty obviously a geographic map of Earth, and evidently Opero's homeworld as well, with a mercator projection. "How's this?"

"That fits..."

"None of the other worlds are... branches. All have been completely different despite the obvious similarities."

"Fascinating.... Perhaps Elsewhere isn't able to connect to branches in this way, on its own at least, so the exception of my arrival allowed it? That seems like it'd imply some things about the method of my arrival that my people didn't mention, or else imply some very strange things about the broader 'tree' or 'forest' or whatever we're dealing with here."

"It could be? Our understanding it's that it sort of creates 'roots' into the world. We have been assumed a singular version, but maybe it's rooted into yours... Or something else entirely."

They have now arrived at the lighthouse-like building. There is a light on top, thought, it isn't projected in the way an actual lighthouse is. The sky is pretty much undisguisable from a regular night, except the lack of moon.

"I suppose this something new for everyone involved then, on some level. I'm sure you have researchers for this sort of thing and my people are working on that as well, once contact is more firmly established I imagine they'll communicate about it." He pauses as he looks over the not-exactly-a-lighthouse. "So, I assume this is your place of work?"

"Yup. Also, where Henry and I live."

He climbs up and opens the door without much preamble.

Fernando is inside a small reception-like room, talking on the phone, "-nothing to worry. But we will likely be late."

He is already facing the door, and waves when it opens. "They are here. Talk to you later."

Opero follows Gabe up and inside. "So, aside from dimming and I assume brightening the lights, what sort of tasks do lightkeepers do? Or do you all have, uh, day jobs I suppose?"

"Oh, general 'provide-magical-services', which is mostly renewing wards, giving first aid..." Henry waves at Opero. "checking unusual happenings that involve magic. We actually work for a private organization called The High Library of Magic, which is contracted by local governments to do that sort of thing."

"Fair enough" Opero replies, chuckling slightly. There's something oddly humorous to him about an organization being called The High Library of Magic, though he can't really put to words exactly why. "So, what am I doing here? And will it involve food, because I'm actually rather hungry after that walk."

"I can get you some. But I am not sure if it's better to go out for something."

"Ah, I spoke to the Mayor's office earlier. And they want someone accompanying Opero if he is going to be around people, specially with his powers visible on."

"I'm alright with something simple if that's easier. I'm no stranger to traveling food. And, I've only got my underclothes on under my armor, but if I can acquire an outfit I could make my armor transparent."

"I can lend you some clothes no problem, but everything in this house is either me size or my elderly-aunt size," he raises his hand to a height at least two head below Opero's.

"I will go look for a snack and then see what we can do for a proper meal."

"Too large is better than too small when it comes to clothes, in my experience, and thank you Henry." Presumably Opero will either be lead to a clothes-room of some sort, or be given some?

Gabe leads him upstairs to a small somewhat messy bedroom. Where he picks up some options from the closet, either a pair of jeans or cargo shorts for the bottom, and t-shirts with company logos for the top.

The jeans look good and durable, so he'll go ahead and put those on, pulling them right over his armor, which proceeds to sort of soak into and merge with them, before fading into transparency, revealing the jeans again along with Opero's feet and ankles.

He also appreciates the aesthetics of one of the logos, a sort of oblique checkmark shape, but hesitates before selecting it. "I don't actually know what any of these brands mean. Is there anything I should consider before picking one?"

"I don't think anyone would find them offensive? That one is a sports brand from Earth, the broken bell one is from Elan, but fuck if I know what it is about. No one commented on them. But maybe they are just distracted by my chest." He makes his pecs bounce.

"Understandable." Opero remarks with a modicum of humor. He makes the upper portion of his armor transparent before putting on the shirt, revealing that he is likewise quite fit, as well as exposing his face, clean-shaven and shortly cut black hair, and looking like he's maybe in his early thirties.

The clothes do fit a bit loosely, but being saturated with his soul-dew means that Opero can easily shift them around with just a thought, so it doesn't manifest any real discomfort or inconvenience.

Gabe looks with shameless interest. He also offers him a pair of cheap plastic sandals, since that sounds like the sort of thing people might give crap for whatever reason. Downstairs?

Opero gives a little flex before quickly slipping on the sandals, and then they are indeed downstairs, hopefully finding snacks.