25 January 2014 @ 09:23 pm

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[Kivrin isn't peering at the camera like she's never seen one, which is impressive considering she arrived looking like she belonged almost 700 years in the past. The device is different from the vidders and phones from her time ("world," according to the contemps) but she can make do.

She's sitting up in her hospital bed, really the only room or home she's had in this City for the past week, long hair braided over a shoulder and hands folded in her lap, expression kind, accent pleasantly English.]

Well, there we are. I'm Kivrin. I've been told this is the best way to reach out to the contem— [She corrects herself, letting a cough take over to make the shift.] —locals in the City. Only I've also been told no one is exactly local. [She shakes her head a little.] Anyway, I've gotten my basic questions answered, but I've got just two more.

Once I'm discharged, I'll need a place to live. Can't very well stay here. [Kivrin chuckles a little breathlessly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes.] Do we just help ourselves to flats? And I'll need a job. I've been at uni for the past few years, I'm afraid all I'm very good at is studying at this point!

Thank you very much.