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[Alcuin had sat down at his console to ask his fellow Foreigners a perfectly innocent question, only to be greeted by Malicant. He's shaken, though it only shows in the way his voice carries a little more asperity than usual.]

Whether it was ignorance or malice that caused someone to summon that here, I hope they have learned better- though indeed, such knowledge would seem to come too late.

[He shakes his head. Never mind. There's little to be done about it now.]

But that was not the matter I intended to speak of. I seek someone with the knowledge of how to care for young trees, for I have found one and know little of their husbandry.

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Yes, that makes sense. I'll take care of that.

[Well, he's now significantly wealthier thanks to all those coins...]

UV lamps? I do not know of any lamp with the brightness of the sun.

[Excellent. Ororo does like the clink of coins in her pockets negl.]

Seriously? What age are you from?

[Her bad, but she assumes that people are all from about the same era still -- aside from some futuristic assholes.]

I am from Terre d'Ange, which has few of the modern conveniences Keeliai boasts.

[He talks like a fantasy novel, Ororo. It's not hard to guess.]

[Hey, he could totally be a RenFaire type of guy!]

Terre d'Ange... [That sounds familiar.] That's where Favrielle was from, right?

[aka her favorite former fashion designer.]

Yes, we are both d'Angeline- though not of the same time. She came from a few years later, but she knows my foster-sister.

[It reminds him how much he misses both of them, but brooding does no good.]

[Whoops, her bad. She hates being reminded of people going home and should really know better.]

Cool. Guess that explains the lamp thing -- she wasn't too in the know about BSB and all.

[Kind of her way of agreeing with his prior comment.]

Sorry about the era comment. [Odd apology = uttered.]

BSB? [He doesn't know that either.]

Think nothing of it. I took no offense.

[He's pretty sure he knows what the apology is really for, so he offers a friendly smile to reassure her that he's not that upset.]

It's a really lame band and--

[Ororo waves it off because let's not admit that we listened to them or N'Sync, okok?]

Still, you're pretty chill about it. Been here long? [To be shrugging off the whole era-to-era differences and all.]

I believe it must be more than six months now. I would say I've grown used to the strangeness, but it seems that every time I think so, things change again.

[He shrugs. It's part of the charm of Tu Vishan.]

That's the joy of turtle hell.

[Her view's a bit more jaded.]

Look, I never really said anything before, but I'm Ororo. I've been here about a year now, so I get the whole angle about everything being all new when you least expect it.

I would not call it hell, though it certainly is less of a pleasant afterlife than I expected.

[Seriously, he still wants his Terre-d'Ange-that-lies-beyond.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ororo. I'm Alcuin. I imagine that even after a year, there are still surprises.

The shopping sucks, take-out's a dud, and there's no MTV. I don't know your standards, but that's hell to me.

[Because, seriously? She has been without and it's terrible. What am live without convenience?]

And, yeah. This plate is great about the random surprises. Like the zombies. Those were a blast.

[Excuse her sarcasm.]

I don't know what MTV is either, but the food is better than I can cook for myself and that's all I ask for.

[Alas, poor Ororo. Modern conveniences are still pretty great six months on, so Alcuin loves them.]

I heard about those. They do sound... awful.

You like finding the silver lining?

[An eyebrow goes up; Ororo can't count exactly how many she's asked the same question of, but it still triggers her curiosity about it. Optimism's not her deal, being more of a pragmatic cut herself.]

I mean, the food's okay, but you don't seem much distraught about the rest of it.

[Except the zombies. Alcuin passed the things-suck test on that.]

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