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Alec is sitting outside his shop, in jeans and a tee-shirt despite the cold, with a bowl of chopped up squares of meat. At least he's not barefoot? Circling him is a small brown dragon, about the length of his arm with a snub nose and jeweled eyes. He fishes out a piece of meat from the bowl and then flicks it into the air.

The piece of meat vanishes after leaving his hands and then the little dragon does too. The meat cube reappears somewhere in the square randomly and the dragon snatching it up just seconds behind it.

It then wings its way back to Alec and trills at him, obviously saying 'again'.

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"Is Trey native to here, or did he come here with you from - wherever you came from?" Curious as she takes a step closer, watches the dragon carefully.

"He's not a native here, I picked him up on another world by accident."

Trey watches her back just as curiously. He doesn't seem to be vicious or anything, merely curious.

"Another world?" Flicking her gaze back to Trey, because what. "What does that mean?" Because if he's traveled from other worlds, that definitely seems like something that would be useful information.

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"Another planet. I think..." he gets a distracted, thoughtful look on his face as ~~his mun goes to look it up~~ he tries to remember. "Around Alpha Sagittarii."

Sometimes Alec forgets that people aren't as well traveled as he is. Of course it's really rare for someone to be as well traveled as he was.

"Really?" Surprise coloring her face just for a moment, and then she goes back to considering thoughtfully.

Another planet. And a grandfather from Faerie, yet he claims to not be a native of this place. "So you're a space traveler?"

"Dimensional traveler. I travel to different realities. But I don't actually cross the space between. It's more like walking through a doorway for me," he explains drawing lines in the air but not actually adding color like he usually does. "I can't always control where I end up. So sometimes I end up on Earth, sometimes I end up on other planets."

He shrugs.

"I'm not from Earth either."

"Then where are you from, originally?" Hand on the strap of her bag as she watches, thoughtfully. The more information to be acquired, the better, and maybe if she looks how Sherlock looks - maybe she can figure out more about him that way too. "Why can't you control where you end up? That seems dangerous."

"Some world no one's ever heard of. I grew up in a city called Quarim. It's up in the Dragonridge mountains." Alec scritches under Trey's chin.

"I can't control where I end up because the sons of bitches who gave me the ability to travel decided against giving me control because they thought it would be funny."

And according to the mun, it is in fact, hilarious.

"And who was it who gave you the ability to travel?" Curiosity killed the cat, Joan, she thinks, but he's answering her questions so far, so she's not going to stop.

Alec gets a look on his face. It's the look of a man who has to try and explain the existence of Muns without actually explaining their existence. He's done it before, but it's always very difficult.

"You ever get the feeling that the universe is fucking around with you?"

"Not particularly." Or maybe she has, but she doesn't in general hold with that feeling. If the universe is trying to fuck with you, you stick your foot down and inform it that that isn't acceptable.

Hahahahaha... good like with that one.

"You'd be right. People are fucking with us. Beings with the power to rewrite all of reality as they see fit. And they do. Often. Because they think it's funny. That's how you ended up here."

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