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[ananym]

[ there's a new arrival to trench. when he speaks, there's a hint of fang peeking out from his mouth. other than that, he seems rather ordinary, save for the pale golden eyes and his clothing — though it'd fit right into trench's stylistic choices. ]

I wish to know . . . what kind of life have you chosen to build here? And why? What do you seek out of it?

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[virtuosital]

Not completely, yet. I guess you could say it's a bit like developing film, but I'm still in the darkroom.

[ananym]

I'm afraid I have no frame of reference for that.

[virtuosital]

Oh. Well, a darkroom is where people take physical film for it to develop into a photograph! So it’s an “in-progress” state.

[ananym]

Photograph?

[virtuosital]

[Oh boy.]

Oh. Um-- a photograph is... a physical memory, I guess you could say. An image, on a slip of special paper, that captures a moment in time.

[ananym]

That is some impressive technology. And you utilize it often?

[virtuosital]

Oh, yes! My smartphone at home can take photos, though it was pretty unreliable. [She pauses, frowning.] …a smartphone is sort of like these communication devices that we use, here.

[ananym]

It seems humanity has come a long way.

[ probably less hindered by demon attacks and the church. hopefully. ]

[virtuosital]

Do you mind if I ask what sort of things you're accustomed to? It's really interesting to me that everyone comes from different worlds and times and things.

[ananym]

In my case, I'm used to electricity, water pumps and pipes and proper sanitation. But most people in Wallachia do not have those.

rip me my job kicked my ass for a week

[virtuosital]

[It takes her a minute to run the name Wallachia through her mind and her Geography lessons.]

Romania? [The start of several questions, but-- she has a pretty good idea from the water pumps and sanitation that he's from Ye Olde Days of Yore.]

no worries!

[ananym]

[ he chuckles. ]

That may be what they call it now.

[virtuosital]

[So definitely olden times.]

What, um... Year, was it? For you? [God she wishes there was a more tactful way to ask this question. She's not calling you old, Alucard, promise.]

[ananym]

1476, in the year of the Lord.

[virtuosital]

Oh, wow. No wonder photography is surprising to you... That's so neat, I've never met someone from that era before!

[ananym]

It does seem rather archaic compared to everyone else.