Room 420, Saturday morning

[revengenotebook]

Paris bolted upright from his bed and reached for the weapon he absolutely wasn't wearing.

"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troy shhhhhhh, it did. Shhhhh. "What foul sorcery brought me here?"

It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.

[OOC: So open!]

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[unusual_sith]

Lana came over after the shouting. "Paris? Sidon? Is everything all right? Oh." She saw the other man there. "Hello." She looked to Sidon for an introduction and possibly an explanation.

[revengenotebook]

"How do you know my name?" Paris demanded.

[unusual_sith]

"Do I know your name?" Lana asked, unimpressed with his tone.

[revengenotebook]

"You just called me Paris," he said, frowning in confusion.

[unusual_sith]

"No, actually," Lana said. "I was calling for the girl who lives here. Your name is Paris as well?"

[revengenotebook]

"It is," he said. "I am Paris, prince of Troy."

[unusual_sith]

"Where's Troy?" Lana asked.