eternalcutie: monopoly (wheezes gently)
Czeslaw Meyer ([personal profile] eternalcutie) wrote in [community profile] touchscreens2014-10-16 08:08 pm

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[Czes is standing in a public terminal, looking a little put-out. And no wonder--the shoulders of his nice coat are covered in dark spots and his hair is wilting under the water dripping down his face. He's been caught in a rain shower. Naturally, having found an outlet to complain on, he immediately states the obvious.]

It's raining.

[he sighs in true dramatic fashion.]

Just standing here is boring. Are there any games on this thing? Chess or Mario or something?

[Somebody throw him a bone here, eh?]
dragoncrest: (neutral)

[personal profile] dragoncrest 2014-10-22 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[So it's a device of some sort. She looks a little less confused and a little more thoughtful.]

There is nothing like these terminals in my world. We can only communicate with distant friends by writing letters, so it was quite surprising to learn of such technology when I arrived.
dragoncrest: (serenity)

[personal profile] dragoncrest 2014-10-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Gaia may see this kind of thing eventually, but I do not think I will witness it in my lifetime...

[Being here has been a great opportunity in some ways, she has to admit.]

Please, call me Freya. [She gives Czeslaw a small smile.] Why don't I bring you an umbrella, and we can go find something with a game? I imagine it would be more interesting than remaining in that booth until the rain stops.
dragoncrest: (serenity)

[personal profile] dragoncrest 2014-10-29 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all--I would be glad to help.

[She bows her head somewhat formally, the shiny red leather of her hat obscuring the rest of her head for a moment.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Czeslaw. If you can tell me where you are, I will be there as soon as I'm able.
dragoncrest: (neutral)

[personal profile] dragoncrest 2014-11-05 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[After nodding and turning off the feed, Freya does as promised--she acquires an umbrella and makes her way towards Czeslaw.

When she finally arrives, she pulls the dry umbrella out of her jacket, seeing no real reason to use it for herself--she's used to the rain.

Hopefully meeting a six-foot-tall rat woman isn't too strange.]


Hello, Czeslaw. [Here, have this thing so you don't get wet anymore.]