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Date: 05 May
Location: Sitting room
Status: Public (Atlan, Jan)
Summary: Atlan is trying to kill time

Fool, his extra sense told him. You're never going to find your way home like this.

That was true. But then again, he wasn't trying to find his way home right now. Right now he was just trying to keep his mind off of the mess he was in. This place had been supposed to be his ticket home. Well, it didn't seem to be.

Maybe he could at least escape into the distraction of a good movie for a while.

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"Practice," Atlan said. "Just act as if you belong and no one will question you. You, on the other hand..."

He looked Jan over critically and seemed torn between shaking his head and smiling at him.

"You, on the other hand, look like you're all too aware you don't belong. Your posture, your manner of looking at people, everything. They know you're a stranger here because you as good as tell them."

Jan looked down at himself, but couldn't see anything wrong. Of course, there was no was he could see his mannr of looking ...

"But this isn't Ancient Egypt," he pointed out. "They're used to foreigners here now."

"Even a foreigner can look as if he belongs," Atlan said. "And even a local can look as if he doesn't. As if he knows he's doing something he shouldn't. Or went some place he's not supposed to be."

"Oh, come on, with your colouring you can't possibly have gone unnoticed in Ancient Egypt."

"I suppose you could have convinced them that you were a god or something," he allowed after a moment. "But they must have known you weren't one of them."

"True," Atlan admitted. "In Ancient Egypt, they revered me as a demigod. It was quite pleasant, I have to say, those little humans catering to my every wish."

Braggart, his extra-sense commented.

Atlan chuckled. True.. And also true that he was enjoying himself as he did the bragging.

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