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[The important things out of the way, Meta having found her armor and finally gotten the cats to leave by reading their silly little scrolls, she makes use of the vine to try and gather more information. At this point, she didn't care about any gardens, didn't care about any Queen; her only drive was the AI she'd had and the one she'd been persuing. They were there moments ago, she'd find them again.]

[The vine records a written message in sharp, angular writing, penned by a hand that's known more anger and less sanity than any woman has the right to know.]

WHERE AM I
WHERE IS EPSILON
WHERE IS TEXAS

I DEMAND TO KNOW

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[Jessica starts to write an answer and then thinks better of it; this person sounds like she's not going to be checking the Vine before leaving. Instead, she does lookout duty, checking for an unfamiliar face. Or, in this case, lack of face.]

[Meta's done enough tracking in her time to make finding the fortress no big deal. She's easy to spot -- she's very concious of how much the white armor and gold helmet stick out without the invisibility enhancement. Soon, she thought, she'd be fixing that.]

[WOW OK that's... different. Jessica leans out of an opened window at the side and waves.]

Hold on a sec, I'll get her.

[Meta stops and looks up at her, and can't help but purr at that. It's not an ideal situation by far -- she has no weapons, no enhancements, and is still trying to get used to the idea of Epsilon as a woman, somehow.]

[But at the very least she could size up the situation and go from there. She's patient as she waits on the grounds.]

[She looks down from the same window Jessica stood at so recently, with a small smile. She would have liked to see someone she knew, but this person is unfamiliar to her. Whatever disappointment she might feel does not show in her face.] Hello. I am Epsilon.

Although I don't know if I'm the Epsilon you've been looking for. I don't believe we've met before, unless you looked very different when we did.

[Meta was at least expecting to see someone in similar armor, or perhaps the monitor that Epsilon had possesed briefly, but the other woman at the window was nothing that could be explained from Meta's experience.]

[That, and she wasn't entirely freaking out at seeing Meta. This couldn't be the Epsilon she was thinking of. Her shoulders sag a little and she growls long and low, giving the ground a weighty kick out of frustration.]

[Seeing the other woman's distress, she can guess that she is not the correct Epsilon. She leaves the fortress at once, by the window, descending toward the ground slowly and evenly until she alights.]

As far as I know, there's no one else called Epsilon here, but is there anything I can do to help?

[Okay, that's different. Meta watches, growling curiously, and as soon as ~~not her~~ Epsilon touches down, Meta's circling around to get a good look at her.]

[She isn't worried or bothered by the close examination, patiently allowing herself to be circled.]

If you don't express yourself verbally, we could communicate through writing instead. [She knows that the woman can write, as Jessica communicated with her on the Vine.]

Are you newly arrived?

[She growls lowly at that; she, of course, had already considered herself expression verbally. Still, she glances down and starts looking for the vine thingy. How did that work again ... ?]

[Epsilon guesses the woman's intent--or at least, she hopes she does--and reaches down to quickly demonstrate on the Vine, drawing a line or two before speaking, as the woman does seem to understand her.]

I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have.

[AH, that's how they work. Meta writes, her penmenship angular and sharp caps.]

[She still had to check up on that Texas lead, if she could figure out who that woman was who accused her of being Mexico, of all things.]

[At this she gives an emphasizing jerk towards the fortress.]

It's a pleasure to meet you. What's your name? There are women here from a variety of different worlds, so there might be someone from yours.

No, I live here, along with Jessica and Bulbasaur, but this fortress is designed to be a shelter in case of danger, not a residence for a large number. The people here live in a variety of structures, scattered all throughout the Gardens.

[She had been expecting her Epsilon -- or rather, hers and in the Epsilon from her world. She nods, though, because there's still the little matter of Texas.]

[She completely dismisses the first part; he prospect of danger doesn't phase her, being one of the heavy hitters from her own world. Hopefully her confidence would stand up to the test when the going gets tough.]

Beyond the borders of the Gardens, there are what are called Wild Places. Something about them makes people lose their way. Or forget themselves. [She knows them well after having taken Dot there, trying to help her escape from danger.] There's no way through them. We're closed in here by some power.

[She remembered hearing about those.]

Yes, you could call them that. Sometimes one simply loses consciousness and appears back inside the Gardens.

No. The Queen claims to be controlling this place, but we see her rarely. People say her power is magic, but it's impossible to tell. I wish I could tell you more about it, but no one knows any specifics. I think all such information is deliberately kept from us.

[She just growls lowly at that for a moment. 'Magic'? Really? Meta comes from a land of science and technology. She has no use for magic.]

[Epsilon understands that growl. She can empathize. Things that resemble the Meta's armor are much more familiar to her than anything magical.]

There's no magic where I come from, but apparently there are people here from universes where it exists.

It might be a form of technology that is advanced beyond anything I can recognize, but I can't say.

[Even though this isn't her Epsilon, Meta's still associating them together more and more. If she were sane she'd recognize the difference, but as it is it's easier to ignore that and mentally emphasize the similarities, no matter how few.]

I find it so as well. It gets a little easier to deal with, with time. If not easier to understand.

As I said, there are others here who know a great deal about magic, but they don't seem to be able to understand it, either. No one's been able to find a way out, or a way to seek out the Queen.

[She growls, soft and sustained. It certainly seemed like a dilemma.]

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