[b]Plague?[/b]

[b]The black plague? That was taken care of forever ago.[/b]

[b]Is that why you're dressed like that? Don't tell me you have spices stuffed in that beak too?[/b]

[b]Been a few thousand years in recorded history since someone was hit by a plague.[/b]

The words launched themselves into Sieve's ribcage like metal spears. They swirled and warped his thoughts, milk of the new world and the tea of the old one mixing and squeezing his non-existent brain juices. The wand that was neatly held in front of him began to violently vibrate as his hands shivered in the way only bones could. The skeleton's entire body began to shake and shudder in surprise.

[i]C-c-could it be?? I've been launched forwards in time?![/i]

A paranoid gaze at those around him fed his mental instability. Merpeople, unholy fusions of man and beast mingling with their human superiors, soldiers with strange muskets and shamelessness. Yes, shamelessness surrounded every pocket of his bone-vision. Exposed ankles, elbows and collarbones as far as two sockets could see. There was even the occasional shoulder. The worst offender was the grey automaton, who stood naked and proud among the group. 

The doctor began to quickly adapt to the future in front of him. With a hollow laugh he spoke again, with the recognizable voice of a shrill british man. "Hee, hee. It appears I am also hungry, [i]starved[/i] I might add. I am also winking, although you cannot see it, as I am wearing a uniform. Hee, hee."

Sieve wasn't going to win an award for his performance, but it was the best the skeleton could manage under the surge of new information. The plague had been defeated and the world wasn't a big steampunk hellfire junkyard! Yippee! But at the same time, why did he have access to wind magicks? How did he end up here? Why was that silver machine [i]still[/i] naked? Sieve would have to find out some other time and roll with it.