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[The computer terminal isn't anything new to Grave, although the specifics take a moment to figure out. After that, though, he's activating the feed and getting right to it.]

Just when you think that you've seen everything technology has to offer, there lands yet another surprise in your lap.

[He doesn't look particularly impressed or surprised, really.]

I've really just got one question at the moment... Was that a cow? Not that I've ever seen a real, breathing cow anywhere around home... I don't think anyone has in the last ten years, actually, but there are pictures in holo-books. Maybe GeneCo should expand from human biology and take up endangered and extinct animal species.

God knows, I could rip right into a natural fucking hamburger that wasn’t made up of bi-products I can’t even pronounce.

I’m not too sure how happy I am to have been dropped into the ocean, [He gives a half shrug.] but it's already a good deal nicer than home. Nice pad, by the way. Still, it seems quite the eclectic group of people hereabouts and with such diversity comes business, and that’s one gift horse I’m not going to look in the mouth. [He smiles and many might think it the smile of a predator and in many ways, it is.] Every market has a sub-market, so they say, and it’ll just take a bit of poking around to find it here.

[His smile slips then, his expression growing serious.]

Hey, Kid, you around?

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[Well helloooooooo, pretty. You might not be the Kid he's looking for, but that certainly doesn't mean he's not going to treat you with a bi of the Graverobber charm.

He smiles smoothly, but gives his head a single shake as he leans back in his chair, arms folded loosely.]

Last real cow was slaughtered in 2037, back before shit started getting real around the world. Plenty of pictures of them, like I said, but never the real life spotty goodness. [He leans forward again, one brow chanting.] You got cows where you're from, Kid?

[She is the most unimpressed and completely ignores the attempted charm]

2037? You're from the future then. [A pause as she mulls this information over, but it extends into something longer than one might consider polite and normal. Then she comes back to the conversation.] Yes, we've got cows. A lot of them, actually.

[Ffffffff. Kids these days. Not a sense of adventure in a single one of them.

Still, Grave doesn't accept defeat so easily and just brushes it off, his brows canting slightly at her proclamation.]

The future? When exactly are you from, Kid? Are we talking disco, leg warmers, MySpace or Facebook?

[A day ago he'd have thought this all a crazy drug dream, but he hadn't used in a long time and even if it was he found he could play along just fine.]

[flatly:] I don't use any of those things. But I guess facebook's a little big right now, I think. My pop culture's a little slack. Disco's been over for a while though. Since the late 70s. Early 80s, at most.

[Graverobber snorts slightly, shifting in his chair.]

Didn't ask if you used them, Kid... Was more that I was trying to figure out the 'when' of it... guess I could have asked. [He half shrugs and then focuses in her actual answer.]

Facebook? That'd put you 'round about 2000-ish. Fuck me... Alright, I'll bite. What year you from, Kid?

20[insert year of roughly the present day because it's never explicitly stated in the books!! sob]

[Grave shakes his head at the answer, unable to not find it a bit remarkable to be talking with people from the past.]

Isn’t that just a sonofabitch… When I tucked myself in it was a nice balmy evening in August of 2056. [He snorts softly, bemused.] I’d recommend investing in GeneCo if you ever get back home… make yourself a pretty penny off that fucker Largo.

At the very least, invest in Zydrate… ain’t kid stuff, but it’s definitely popular.

That is, if we remember all of this in the end… who knows, what with the dead or dreaming bullshit they fed us when we got here.

[He gives a half shrug, brushing off the thought.]

You got a name, Kid from the past?

I don't really do investments.

[A pause -- because she hadn't considered the possibility of forgetting this place once leaving] I wonder.

[Then she gets lost in that train of thought, the hows, the whys, the ifs. It's a bit of time before she comes back and remembers the last question he asked]

Annabeth. Who are you?

Shame that... it's a booming business, let me tell you. Ahh, when you're older, maybe.

[It's with no small bemusement that he waits for he to answer the latter and it earns her that trademarked Graverobber smile. The less creepy one, that is.]

Graverobber... it's a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Annabeth.

I'm nearly seventeen.

Graverobber? Sounds like more a nickname or codename than actual name. [And a potential job description.]

[He grins at her quick response, nodding his head partially in acknowledgment.]

It’s the name and business, Kid. [Did he have a real name? Yep, but it wasn’t many anywhere that knew this man as Jason Fell. He’d lived his job and had ever since around the age of thirteen. Before that, it’d been the street life and everything horrible attached to it.]

It can be unwise to unjustly disturb the dead.

[Graverobber smirks slightly, hands open in a gesture of supplication of sorts.]

The dead are dead, Kid… they’re worm food and left to rot like any other bit of refuse or waste. I make the best of it, but I can assure you that my clientele is a very specific lot and that I bother as few as possible. [It just so happened that nearly everyone that died (or was killed) back home had Z to extract.]

In your world. But it's more complicated than that.

[He arches a brow.]

Are things so different back home, Annabeth?

Yes. The dead are still the dead, and they cannot be brought back to life. But it's not so black and white.

Well kid, things are never black and white and that’s why I do what I do to survive. But it’s just that… in the end, you do what you have to do.

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Seventeen… seventeen… it’s better than thirty!

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