ROMANI ITE DOMUM.

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca doesn't realize he's walked through any door, at first, because the door to the peristyle at the Aquila Vila don't have doors, precisely. It takes Esca a moment to realize what's happened, and in that moment he walks into and onto a bed, of the softest quality he's ever encountered. The shift in perception shocks him further, and he turns, scaring and confused. An open door behind him leads back to the garden. But here... There are things to explore. Gently, he closes the door, and walks out.

The floor is soft under his feet, softer than fresh grass, and the air is pleasantly chilled like the best days at home. There are shining metal boxes open, but nothing happens when he walks inside, and eventually he finds stares that take him to identical rooms. None of the doors are locked, though it does take Esca some time to understand that one must twist the handle to open them.

He repeats this descent until he finds himself in a large room full of color and sound; multiple booths call out to him like sirens, and he is at once curious and skeptical. He wishes he had brought a sword. As is, in a shirt and braccae, he feels slightly exposed.

He climbs atop one of the nearest flashing booths, this one bright yellow and shouting about 'slots'. Crouching, he cups his hands around his mouth and calls out to allies. "Am I alone? Show yourself, friend! I mean no harm, and have naught which you could steal."

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[marthy]

Martha wasn't sure if they had last names in those times--ancient history wasn't her favourite subject (or, at least, not British ancient history). But if they do, she supposes she won't confuse him if she gives him hers. "Martha Laurence-Tharkay. It's nice to meet you."

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca frowns again, trying to puzzle this all out-- Laurence sounds Roman, and Martha certainly does, but he cannot quite place the meaning behind either, and to Tharkay he has no idea... but if he lets his mind get too caught up in this, he will surely go mad. The world has changed much. "Ah, yes, it is nice to meet you, too." It is actually quite distressing, but that's hardly her fault. "Thank you for tolerating my confusion. Are fixtures like this--" he gestures to the blinking mass of light and sound around them, "common, in your- in your experience?"

[marthy]

Martha glances around at the slot machines with their brightly coloured displays and occasional tinkling music. One in the corner keeps shouting WHEEL! OF! FORTUNE!, and it occurs to her how overwhelming the idea of electric lights must be, let alone screaming neon. "Not exactly. I don't go to a lot of casinos, though. If you want, we can go somewhere else."

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca does not find it too distracting, though it is quite puzzling. But if she wants to leave, he'll follow. "Alright," he says, "what else is there? I assume such places are more common to you."

[marthy]

Martha assumes that this is too much for the poor fellow--she can't help condescending a little in her mind, knowing now that he's from the distant past--and thus thinks she's doing a very good deed right now. "Well, these're slot machines here--all of this is for gambling. I looked at the directory, and there are stores, if you need anything, and restaurants. I'm not sure what else."

[romaneseuntdomus]

"Oh!" He says, pleased to understand something in this din. "A gambling den. I would never have guessed, from all the strange- instruments." But he walks with Martha, away from the booths. He's never had much use for gambling, himself. "Perhaps we could explore, if you are as lost as I."

[marthy]

"Yeah--I've never played slots before, but that's what they are." Martha leads them through an impressive variety of them, and then past craps tables, roulette tables, blackjack tables, and all the rest. "And these are for card games, I think."

She considers the offer of exploration, glancing over at Esca, before nodding. "Why not? I've got time. What do you want to see first?"

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca nods, listening, and allowing himself to learn. It cannot hurt to absorb new knowledge, even if it is all deeply alien to him. "You mentioned-- restaurants? What are those?"

[marthy]

"Oh, yeah, you haven't got those." What do they have in Roman Britain? Inns? Martha's not sure. "They're like shops just for food--you sit down and order a meal, and they serve it to you. If you're hungry, we can try one."

[romaneseuntdomus]

This all sounds very Roman to Esca-- can you not eat with your family, with your tribe? To eat with strangers seems uncomfortable and unnecessary. But Esca finds himself curious, all the same. Best always to learn. "I would be amendable to seeing such a place, at the very least." How would that even work?

[marthy]

In all honesty, Martha would rather eat at home--there are plenty of great restaurants in London, but no one makes quite the same combination of Tibetan, Indian, Turkish, and English foods as Tharkay. Not at the same meal, anyway. But 'home' is too far to drop by outside holidays, so if she's tired of making dinner, restaurants have to do. "All right. I think they're a few floors up. I wonder where the stairs are..." They can try an elevator after the poor man's had something to eat.

[romaneseuntdomus]

"This way..." Esca leads them to the stairs he used to get to the- the casino. He's never seen so many stairs in his life! And of such a strange quality. It's of course all probably very banal to Martha, so he does his best not to gawk. "Upwards or downwards?"

[marthy]

They're pretty nice looking for stairs, but in the end, they are stairs. "Up," Martha answers, since she's pretty sure the casino is at the bottom of the hotel, and leads the way up. On the way, she supposes they might as well make smalltalk. "So what kind of food do you like?"

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca shrugs. "Coney and seal, I suppose. I'm sick to death of boiled eggs." Rome has no idea how to feed its citizens. "What do they eat in Londinium?"

[marthy]

"Seal?" It's a good thing George isn't here, she thinks--he'd be utterly disgusted at the thought. Even she, meat-eater that she is, has difficulty imagining eating seal. "They eat all kinds of things. I usually just make pilaf--it's really easy, just rice and whatever else you have in the house cooked in with it."

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca looks back, puzzled at her seeming shock. Even those that worship the seal still eat him. He shrugs, giving up at wondering; very like, some things about this woman he'll never understand. "I have never heard of pilaf. Surely you have heard of seal?"

[marthy]

"Of course I've heard of seals." She's not an idiot, Esca. "But we don't eat them."

She pauses at the landing, looking around at the next floor up. There's a really nice swimming pool, but no restaurants. Onwards and upwards. "Anyway, pilaf is...well, I guess if you don't have rice, it's kind of hard to explain, but it's really good. One of my dads taught me to make it."

[romaneseuntdomus]

"Why not?" Esca says, already dreading the answer. "They are very good eating."

Esca is not quite sure what rice is, and so he can only nod sagaciously with empty confidence. "Your family," he says, thinking. "Do the tribes still live? Which are you from?" He assumes, by 'dads', she means she was adopted into another chieftain's protection. Rare for a woman, but perhaps they have different rules, now.

[marthy]

"Well--because they're seals! You can't eat them. Besides, they're endangered." Which probably doesn't mean anything to him. "It means there aren't a lot left, so you can't hunt them or anything."

Martha would be happy to introduce him to all the deliciousness of cuisine from outside the British Isles, but it'll be another two flights of stairs before they can even think about that. "Well, uh. I'm not from a tribe exactly. Dad's family live in Nottingham, though. And Tharkay was born in India. It's on the other side of the world from England, really far away. Are you from a tribe?"

[romaneseuntdomus]

This is just new, more confusing information. "You have over-hunted them?" He tsks lightly under his breath.

She lives in Londinium but is from no tribe; Esca's face falls, just slightly, in the knowledge that the tribes are gone, at least in that part of the world. Many who live in the south no longer belong to a tribe, but all know which ones their ancestors are from. It is a loss. "Brigantes," he says, a bit hushed under his breath. "I've not heard of Nottingham or India. I fear I know nothing of which you speak-- is India Roman? Where is Nottingham?"

[marthy]

"Well, I didn't. Anyway, my brother'd go mental if he thought I ate a seal." George grew out of the self-important vegan stage before puberty, thankfully, but Martha's pretty sure he could find some condescension in his heart for the idea of eating an endangered animal.

"Brigantes," she repeats. Martha isn't entirely sure the extent to which tribes were a part of England; she wonders vaguely if perhaps there are people who still keep to them. Neo-pagans, maybe, she supposes. "Nottingham's in the midlands. North of London, but not really north. And India never really belonged to the Romans, I don't think. I don't know if they knew about India in your time. Maybe for spices, they did."

[romaneseuntdomus]

Esca still finds this a bit ridiculous, and it shows on his face. "Seal is very good for eating. Strengthens the spirit." He feels like an old housemother saying this, but it's true.

"Ah!" Esca says, suddenly inspired. They have a reference point-- Londinium, London-- and can understand things from there. "I have been north of Londinium, very north. Likely I have been where Nottingham now stands. Eboracon is very north of your London." He pauses a moment, thinking. Common ground is good, best to foster it. "Before the Romans, the Cantiaci and the Catuvellauni lived in Londinium." Esca never thought he would be an arbiter of old knowledge, but it seems important to relate to this confused girl who has probably never eaten a seal.

[marthy]

"But--but seals are cute." They're fuzzy and white and roll around in snow. Chickens, by comparison, are horrible, mean little creatures with scaly feet. Eating them is entirely justifiable. "I know that's a stupid reason not to eat them, but I just couldn't do it."

"Very north," Martha repeats, thinking. England's not exactly huge; surely she can figure out where Eboracon is. "I wonder if Brittania includes Scotland--Edinburgh's the only name I can think of that's close to Eboracon."

[romaneseuntdomus]

"Cute?" Esca chuckles to himself. "Have you ever seen a bull seal?"

He continues up the stairs. "It might. I've never heard of Edinburgh or Scotland. Eboracon is below the wall?" Another moment, and he turns to frown. "Though I'm sure that's been knocked down..."

[marthy]

"Yes," she replies, unable to keep an edge of defensiveness from her voice. "I mean, probably. They have seals at the zoo."

"The, uh. The wall?" When Martha goes home, she decides, she's going to read all about ancient Britain. It's mortifying, not knowing any of this. She's sure she learned at least some of it in school. "Which one?"