[Thank god. For the drink. She's no longer in sexy angel garb but the new duds fail to leave much more to imagination. He's no prude, but Jesus Christ, what the fuck?]
Good to see you, 'Lys. [He dips behind the counter to find himself a little something to smooth it all over. For his own part, he's looking casual: bomber jacket and a button up, nice jeans and leather shoes. If you had some familiarity with American largess you could likely tell they're all a price point beyond the reach of the blue collar shopper. A detail that's for sure lost on half the saved souls here.]
Oh, sure, sure. Still waiting on a rhyme and reason, but hey, at least they widened the sheep pen a few yards. How about you?
I would prefer one, yes. Especially since we've been cut off from the rest of the dead.
[Not that he's keen on getting into the weeds about it, but anybody would understand, wouldn't they? Death and taxes were life's only guarantees. By proxy, so was loss.]
Well, it's not entirely my own secret to share, so I can't give everything away. If it's mainly about myself, I'll answer what I can.
It's not... really a contract? And it has nothing to do with my family. It's... not the most common circumstance, I don't think. Um... what year are you from? Or what level of technology are you familiar with?
You're only stoking my curiousity. You know that, right?
[He leans on the bar, chin in one hand as he contemplates her answer.]
1985. Los Angeles, California, U-S of A. If that means anything to you. We've got computers, but they're bigger and boxier, and our phones are usually hooked to a cord on the wall. There's a few mobile ones floating around, but they'd cost you an arm and a leg for the pleasure.
It's just another reason for you to come talk to me again.
[ hmmm ]
It has some meaning to me. I think.... you'll havea to gain some more knowledge of your future to understand more about me. Twenty-first century technology would be a good jumping point.
[ she holds up the standard issue cell phone as if to say that's a start. ]
Good god, I can only imagine. Things move so damn fast these days, even I'm working with stuff that I'd have called science fiction ten or fifteen years ago.
So — what is the difference in technological marvels then? Lay it out for me.
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Good to see you, 'Lys. [He dips behind the counter to find himself a little something to smooth it all over. For his own part, he's looking casual: bomber jacket and a button up, nice jeans and leather shoes. If you had some familiarity with American largess you could likely tell they're all a price point beyond the reach of the blue collar shopper. A detail that's for sure lost on half the saved souls here.]
Oh, sure, sure. Still waiting on a rhyme and reason, but hey, at least they widened the sheep pen a few yards. How about you?
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she brightens when he says lys. she loves a nickname. ]
Do you have to have a reason? I'm not doing any worse than I have been.
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[Not that he's keen on getting into the weeds about it, but anybody would understand, wouldn't they? Death and taxes were life's only guarantees. By proxy, so was loss.]
You think you could stick around here forever?
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[ that wouldn't fit the heaven aesthetic of the sky and water. ]
No... not forever, but I'm used to waiting for a long time.
I did not see your header, there is many clown trauma. Gives it to you
[SHAKES IN THIS BEING BEFORE PROFILE REVEAL. ARA GIVE ME THE LORE]
You get stuck in one place often?
no thanks
In a way. I wouldn't say stuck in one place is accurate, but it's.... adjacent?
:c i just have so much to give
[He shoots her a grin. Teasing...]
"Adjacent." So, something like being contractually bound? Or family ties?
who am i to take away what is so treasured by you
It's not... really a contract? And it has nothing to do with my family. It's... not the most common circumstance, I don't think. Um... what year are you from? Or what level of technology are you familiar with?
you're so magnanimous....shakes.....
[He leans on the bar, chin in one hand as he contemplates her answer.]
1985. Los Angeles, California, U-S of A. If that means anything to you. We've got computers, but they're bigger and boxier, and our phones are usually hooked to a cord on the wall. There's a few mobile ones floating around, but they'd cost you an arm and a leg for the pleasure.
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[ hmmm ]
It has some meaning to me. I think.... you'll havea to gain some more knowledge of your future to understand more about me. Twenty-first century technology would be a good jumping point.
[ she holds up the standard issue cell phone as if to say that's a start. ]
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[Said with a cartoonish waggle of the brows. Please slap him.
He looks down at the cellphone and gives it a light flick.]
I'm coming around to them! Just you wait. It's strange to write things with flat glass but there's steeper learning curves, for sure.
What other kinds of tech we talking?
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[ usually or something along those lines. ]
You know computers, but you should see how advanced they get in a decade or two.
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[She is evil.]
Good god, I can only imagine. Things move so damn fast these days, even I'm working with stuff that I'd have called science fiction ten or fifteen years ago.
So — what is the difference in technological marvels then? Lay it out for me.
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[ she is being a tease. ]
Who would I be, if I gave everything in first meeting? You'll understand in time if you try hard enough.
[ i love you kabby but i am trying to free myself of early w0 ]
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handwaves cute conversation that has no personal information involved gooby]