<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"The Comedian"<br/>
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After receiving the lady's (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>) assurances that there was little he could do to help her, other than to help her to her feet, Toby again viewed the inner hall of the cathedral.<br/>
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Three other people had now been "brought" to this place.  The first was (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey wales" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey wales</a>) a younger man in threadbare modern clothes and looking much like a drifter.  The other was (<a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a>) a red haired woman with a pony tail, wearing a wine-red coverall with the look that she'd been running through a swamp.  This woman obviously had not been in the state of mind to accept a magical transport to the realm of Faerie, which was where Toby guessed they all were.  It helped to be "well-read" and have had previous contact with things like Greek Gods and Goddesses.  <br/>
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But back to the newest arrival.  Toby decided that he would not be the one to try and calm her down.  She had moved from door to door in the cathedral, finding all of the doors locked.  Her one word statement on what she thought of the situation, while hardly eloquent, was succinct, probably for everyone here.  The coveralls that she was wearing had that "institutional" look, so she might be an escaped convict or an escaped mental patient.  People clearing brush by the roadside as part of a community service deal usually wore orange coveralls.  He watched her undo the pony tail.<br/>
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Toby then saw what he imagined were "sprites" entering through the broken windows of the building.  They might be benign or they might be mischievous.  Also, they didn't seem quite as shy as the little orbs of light that had danced about the hall.  <br/>
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Just because he was a comedian didn't mean that Toby was a fool and if he was a fool, then he was a fool with a lifetime of learning and experience.  The thing that had stayed the same in both his world and this one was the music.  The music that seemed to be coming from the heart of the beautiful tree with the golden leaves.  It was likely what brought them here.  If it was to ask for champions to aid it or for victims to play with, he didn't know.  But if he was to make it back to Thalia, the woman he loved more than life itself, he had to find out.<br/>
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Calmly, Toby walked toward the tree.  Unless someone or some-thing stopped him he intended to walk up to it until he was a foot from the trunk, walk around it looking for a door (or a face or a microphone) and ask it why it had brought him here.</span></span>