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Clearly most of that went way over Skyfire's head. Humans had just started sailing and exploring large bodies of water on his Earth... So almost anything to do with culture or 'common knowledge' of more recent things would go right past him.

"Odd is having people switching memories and powers while thinking that they've always had those powers and memories. Oh and the loud woman trying to invade... and more recently the almost weekly monster attacks..." He shook his head. Okay, so odd might be understating things a little.

"I'm not really from here. I got pulled here like a lot of others... Television? What's that? I've heard a few people talking about it before, but I'm not entirely sure what that is..." He paused and added "The world I came from is just starting ocean travel and discovery voyages by sea. I ended up stranded there when I crashed... It sounds similar to a vid program from my home, but..."

John's features grow progressively more perplexed as the dragon carries on. This is definitely sounding more and more like a Saturday morning kids show. His claiming to have been 'pulled here' is definitely more troubling. Of course, a dream won't come out and tell you it's a dream. Is this just 'logic' trying to make sense of it?

"Vid program? How d'you have videos without television?" Maybe he means film reels? "Televisions are like... have you ever seen a film? Moving pictures?"

Skyfire tilts his head a bit and then thinks a moment before a look of comprehension dons on him and he nods.

"Ah. So it is like a vid program. I suppose I should clarify a bit. Vid is an abbreviation for Visual Interface Device. I suppose they are the similar enough in concept? They both let you watch things on them?"

He looks a little sheepish "Sorry. I still forget how large a gap there is between our language terminology and technology levels sometimes."

John's about to ask where someone who's from a time of boats and telescopes for travel would get that kind of technology. He'd said he crashed, though. Not from Earth. Alien?

The fact that he's trying to work this out when he's fairly certain he's going to wake up in a moment is a little mind-boggling. But while he's in the dream, he might as well indulge. "No, no. It's fine. It sounds like they're sort of the same. Where are you from, though, if it's not here, and it's not where you crashed?"

"That's a bit of a long story... but the short version of it is, I'm from a planet called Cybertron and I crashed on what I'm assuming is a world called Earth..." He pauses "Well, there are humans on it at least. I don't think they're organized enough to decide on a name for the planet yet..."

He shrugs as he looks over at John. "I'll buy you a drink if you want the long story? You look like you need it..." Or at least Skyfire thought he would once the shock and the 'it's a dream' denial wore off.

Somehow, the idea of grabbing a pint with a dragon is only odd if that he's offering it while they're in a pastel world of ponies. It's just not one of those settings you'd expect to see anything apart from fruit juice and water in. "Yeah... you see, the thing is, that sounds lovely - you seem lovely - but I'm pretty sure this is a dream.

"Or a hallucination..." Oh, god, has Sherlock been putting drugs in his drinks again? John might just actually kill the other man when he lays hands on him. "And I know you're going to tell me it's not, but this seems just a little beyond belief, wouldn't you say? Cybertron aliens and ponies and... everything, really."

Skyfire chuckled a little. "Well there's no harm in joining me for a drink then, is there?"

He shook his head and reached out for John's flank... and grabbed hold of a single tail hair with a surprising amount of dexterity for something so large. With a quick yank, Skyfire would pull out the hair and give John an apologetic look, since he knew that had to sting. Better a bit of pain now than doing something stupid later while thinking you couldn't get hurt right?

"Unfortunately, it's not a dream."

John flinches when the dragon pulls his fur out and waits expectantly for the pain to wake him. Or bring him some sort of clarity in the haze.

Only it doesn't. He stares up at Skyfire.

"Jesus Christ..." If this really isn't a dream, then what in God's name? "It's... how?"

John sits back on his haunches, just a little overwhelmed with the revelation. "I think I could really use that drink."

"No idea. I'm not too stressed over the idea of being here, but I know it's troubling for others."

Skyfire stretches a bit and nods his head in the direction of the place that serves harder drinks.

"The bar is that way..." He pauses and looks at the obviously overwhelmed expression on John's face. "... Do you want a lift there?"

Troubling doesn't cover the half of it. Either he's gone completely mad or... or what? Inter-dimensional, transmogrifying travel is possible. He can hear a voice very like Sherlock's scoffing at the idea in his head. Then again, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. They aren't talking about demon hounds here, no parlor tricks and gas and lights.

John can feel his ears as he swivels them, his hooves as they dig into the earth, and the swish of his tail as he flicks it.

This is fine. Completely fine. Perfectly fine.

"No, no. I think I should walk." Because getting carted about by a dragon, while undeniably cool, might just break the last semblance of calm holding him together. He gets up and takes a few tentative steps. "How long have you been here?"

Skyfire nods. "You need the walk to settle... I get that." He gives John a wry grin. "At least you don't have to worry about causing major property damage if you misstep." He then starts walking slowly, making sure that John has plenty of time to keep up and stopping when it looks like he may be getting too far ahead.

"I've been here... a couple of months? I think..." He shrugs a bit. "I've learned to stop keeping track of the days so closely." He doesn't really explain why, but it looks like something he's not going to elaborate on unless asked.

Somehow, the Skyfire's sense of humor does more to settle John than anything else. The understated wit makes him shake his head and smile back at the dragon as he follows along. If he can just focus on the morbid humor, he'll get through.

The jocularity shifts to some concern at the mention of months. He can understand not keeping track of time, though. It's like a prisoner keeping tally on the walls: rarely good for one's peace of mind.

"You said we were 'pulled' here. By what? And how did we wind up like... this? I don't even remember being knocked out."

"Nobody is really sure of the how and why yet." He shakes his head and looks a bit put out at the remembrance of waking up in his now organic form. "I couldn't tell you how we ended up like this, since I have no idea myself. Last I remember was putting my head down for a nap..."

Skyfire sighed a little and then couldn't help but grin a bit. "I'll tell you... tromping on a limb is a sure way to tell that you're not dreaming."

With those claws? John could well believe it. "This is just really weird. You seem to have sorted out walking around in a place made for little horses, though." Who would have thought a dragon could be graceful? "Talking of, are they going to have anything big enough for you to actually drink?" And on that note, how do they drink? Troughs filled with beer. That's significantly less appealing than a regular pint.

"I'm used to being the biggest thing around unfortunately. At least here I don't get chased away from towns." Being so large in a time when the normal thought process is, if it's huge, it's dangerous... Well...

He grins a bit at the question. "I normally just get a barrel of something... It's easier on them than trying to order anything else." John might find it either amusing or odd, but they drank out of mugs and glasses just like humans did.

He's going to find it a little of both. It's absurd enough to warrant a laugh and a look askance. The part that catches John's attention for the moment, though, is Skyfire mentioning his size. He'd taken 'crashed' to mean 'crash landed in a spaceship.' Maybe he has to travel around in some sort of suit because of the atmosphere? That would be very War of the Worlds of him.

"Sorry, how big are people usually on Cybertron?" It sounded like some sort of computer world.

In a spaceship? He is the spaceship... or was at least. "Hmmm... Oh... average size ranges from about ten to twenty feet... and up..." He's assuming the measurements that he's learned here apply to both his world and John's, but he can't be too sure.

Arriving at the bar, he sat down outside on the edge of the patio and ordered a barrel of decent beer, before pausing a moment. "Do you want something different, or would you just like a couple of mugs out of mine?" Because really, it's not like a pitcher or so taken from the barrel, or adding a different drink order will make much difference.

"Land of the Giants, Cybertron." So being a dragon wasn't much of a step up for Skyfire, then. John couldn't help the small prickle of envy he felt at this information. It was the envy of a man whose girlfriends all neglected to wear high heels for fear of making him look even shorter. It didn't help that Sherlock Bloody Holmes and half of London's finest seemed to top out around six feet.

"I'll take whatever you're having. Ta!" He felt like a bit of a leech just suddenly taking charity like this, but his wallet had been in his trousers... and those appeared to have gone missing in his transition here. The waiter - there was a pony in a bow tie and it shouldn't have been funny, but it was hilarious - hopped off to fetch their order. John just sat back and looked up at Skyfire.

"You're taking all of this very well, it must be said." Focusing on the dragon lets him not focus on himself. That is preferable at the moment.

Skyfire shrugs. "It was normal to me... Irritating to be one of the largest around." He grins a little. "At least I'm used to having to bend down to talk to almost everyone face to face. It would be nice to be smaller, even once in a while."

He nodded to the pony when their order was delivered and handed over one of the small, pre-counted bags of bits that he keept in one of the bags tucked under a wing. They'd give him the excess later, or let him know if he owed them a bit more... It was pretty hard for Skyfire to count out such small currency without tools after all. They'd brought out a barrel of local brew for Skyfire and an empty pitcher and mug for John.

Taking hold of the nearly pony sized barrel, he unsheathed a front claw and carefully sliced open the top of the wooden keg. Clearly there was no point in putting a spigot in it. "I'll leave it to you to fill the pitcher... The glass is a bit thinner than I feel safe trying to pick up." It wouldn't hurt him if it did break, but he didn't want to wreck anything.

At his comment of taking it all well, Skyfire just let out a sad sounding sigh. "When you've already lost everything, what difference does it make where you end up staying? I've made friends here... and I still have them..." Now that sounds like a bit of a story, but Skyfire doesn't really sound like he wants to talk about it. Even if it's something he should get off his chest.

John snorts. Everybody likes the view from the other side of the fence. What he wouldn't give to be in Skyfire's shoes... or claws. Or whatever else he might have. "I'll trade you next time they're handing out magically transformed bodies, shall I?"

When their server carries out a pitcher and regular pint glass, John is a little mystified. He goes to prod at it... and manages to pick it up. With a hoof. Sure. That makes absolutely no sense. Of course it would happen. Trying to ignore this latest turn for the bizarre, John fills the pitcher, then his glass before raising his drink to Skyfire. "To found friends."

He takes a long pull off what turns out to be a surprisingly good beer. "All right, so if I'm just going to... be here. What do I need to know? What's currency? Who're we fighting or what are we looking for?" And where is he meant to live? He sees houses with ponies coming in and out, so presumably there somehow human like that, as well.

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