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poly_chromatic2014-01-25 09:23 pm
notpraying) wrote in poly_chromatic2014-01-25 09:23 pm
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Well, Mr Dunworthy, I’m here. Wherever ‘here’ is. At first I thought something was wrong with the fix, or maybe you realised there was something wrong with me and decided to pull me out. I was so ill. I thought it was the time lag. I woke up in the hospital and I was almost certain Dr Ahrens would come strolling through the doors any minute to explain what had gone wrong, you right at her heels with an “I told you so” and polishing your glasses so I wouldn’t see how worried you really had been.
I would almost prefer that.
I’m in a place they call The City. Just that. It obviously isn’t 1320. It isn’t even Oxford. I’ve seen and heard things that are almost too ridiculous to be true. People talk about magic like it’s fact. And someone asked me what world I was from like they knew, like it wasn’t a completely impossible thing to send someone through time and space. I didn’t say anything, I thought it best to keep my answers small until I have a better idea of what’s going on.
Is it possible to be sent to a different time altogether? Am I caught somewhere between the early 21st century and the 14th? I don’t even know where the drop is, if you’ve realised what’s happened yet, if you’re going to try and come get me. I thought I came through into the Wynchwood, I remember the trees… But I was so dizzy, it could have been a dream.
Please come and get me.
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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.
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I'd say welcome to the City, but given the fact that you appear to be hospitalized... 'welcome' might not exactly be the right word.
[A polite smile accompanies this statement, followed almost immediately by a long drag on his cigarette.]
People often stay at the Welcome Center until they find a job.
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I can't complain. From what I've been told, it was a good thing I was found at all. Warm bed, hot food.
[Kivrin gives a gentle shrug.]
Someone mentioned a Welcome Centre. Something of a hostel, then?
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[He nods a little at her question.]
Yes, something like that. Some people stay there for quite some time.
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[Though she is curious about the world beyond her window.]
But what about the flats?
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[A pause, and then the obvious question.]
May I ask where and when you're from?
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[She grins briefly.]
I'm a student at Oxford University in the year 2054. Apparently I'm a bit ahead of some people, though not by very much. Is that common here?
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Nineteen-twenty-three. Really? Where? America, of course, from your accent.
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[He's been told he has an almost laughably stereotypical accent, but really, he doesn't hear it. A lot of guys where he's from talk the way he does.]
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[It's a pity her practicum is focused on the 14th century. She knows a few historians who would be thrilled to be speaking with a contemp from the 1920s. And America, at that! She could gather information, though, couldn't she? To review in the corder when she goes home.]
What is it like? Adjusting to this year. Maddening, I would guess.
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[He shrugs, unsure of how to accurately express it.]
They're so far above anything I possibly could have imagined in my time that coping with the technology of this time can be frustrating. I'm still not entirely sure I should be trusted around a microwave, for example.
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Perhaps the microwave is what shouldn't be trusted.
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Maybe. Of course, by your standards, everything around here'll probably seem pretty outdated, being from the future.
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After you're out of the hospital--I hope you're okay, by the way--you can always pick out an apartment. You don't need to pay rent or anything for the first month.
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[She nods, waving away her concern with a polite hand.]
I'm fine, thank you asking—and for telling me about the rent! That's wonderful.
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Oh, but if you need anything, it's totally okay to call me, alright? Anything at all.
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... hello?
*sorry for the late. Computer failing.*
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You can stay here a while, yet.
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Doctor Chase. I take it you saw my post, then. They're very useful, these devices.
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[They haven't quite got anything like them forty years from now.]
Feeling? Wonderful. I can breathe mostly without coughing—that must count for something. Though no one told me how much of a mess I looked! [Even if even the nastier cuts have started to heal nicely.] I suppose arriving isn't typically so rough.
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[These are his two drinks options]
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[She gets up to cross the space between them, perching onto her bed as she reaches for the offered drink.]
What's the saying? Old habits die hard. Although maybe not too old, since I was on campus just over a week ago.
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[He gives over the coffee, turning to follow her movement as he sips at the cup left over.]
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[She smiles briefly, wrapping cool hands around the warmth of her drink and taking a careful sip. God, how would she manage in 1320 without this?]
And it can't have been that mysterious if you figured it out before I died. Unless I have died and you just haven't told me. Maybe I should have taken the chocolate.