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[borgiararity]

Hello, citizens of Paradise!

[ Lucrezia has figured out how to use the journals for recording her own voice, much amused by the magical writing. ]I have little knowledge of new inventions--yet I am curious about the inner workings of this instrument, the one through which I am speaking to you. It seems close enough to a miracle yet it is a human

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[invitante]

Making new discoveries, are we?

[ooc: the journals are magic paper books, actually, so she would have been writing instead of typing! There's a page on them here.]

[borgiararity]

I am only learning about inventions others have made.

[ ooc; *expletives* editing the entry :3 thanks so much!]

[invitante]

But it's new to you just the same.

I have not yet tried taking anything apart, myself, though I'm sure there is someone here who could on your behalf.

[ooc: no problem! The wikia is kind of tucked away, but when we move pages like that should be on the profile page instead.]

[borgiararity]

It is. Too many things here are new to me.

I could show you what I have learned when I find someone.

[ ooc; I actually read it already but I confused it with other games /fail ]

[invitante]

It keeps life interesting, though.

I am looking for someone experienced with technology. If you beat me to finding someone, would you pass their name along?

[ooc: ahaha, aww. It happens B) I've def. done that before. I've posted to paradisa instead of my personal journal before alskdjad.]

[borgiararity]

It certainly adds to life's common pleasures.

By technology, you mean the machines? You are interested in them as well, I suppose?

[ ooc; LOL! Hope the contents weren't too private! ]

[invitante]

It does indeed. Luxuries that would have been reserved for kings, in our time, are available to the common people. Or never mind the luxuries: the common person of the future seems to live, eat and sleep better than we did as nobles.

Ah, yes. [Though he dares not elaborate on what, he has to dig at what she may know somehow...] Does your father patronize inventors, as the noble families in Florence do?

[ooc: Not private, just embarrassing ahaha.]

[borgiararity]

The fruits of invention. It is no wonder then that they hold da Vinci in such high regard.

The Holy Father is fond of artists but I hear little of inventors.

And your family, Ezio, who do they patronize?

[ ooc; I can imagine! ]

[invitante]

So it would seem.

[Jesus, who do the Auditore patronize, other than the brothels?]

My father preferred to help destitute women, but my mother patronized many artists; Verrocchio, Botticelli, da Vinci. Personally, aside from da Vinci, I prefer patronizing merchants; when they improve their shops and wares, the entire city benefits.

[borgiararity]

Your mother? [ That is hard to believe, but Caterina Sforza too patronized Botticelli. ]

I suppose your family does wield the wealth of a Florentine bank.

[invitante]

Si -- through my father, obviously, but he trusted her with that choice. Our House is unusual, in that regard, even by Florentine standards. You Romans are a touch more... traditional.

[borgiararity]

We are--and our family has taken St Ambrose's exhortation to heart.

I trust you enjoyed the wine over the changing of the year?

[invitante]

[He somehow doubts that.

A bit of an awkward laugh.]

Yes, perhaps a bit too indulgently. And you?

[borgiararity]

[ She chuckles. ]

Wine disagrees with me. I sleep like a rock if I take too much.

And--have you found women here, Ezio?

[invitante]

It is good that you did not indulge, then.

[Oh, bizarre question from a girl, though he'll understand if she's the curious sort. Not that it's difficult to answer, but he just generally wouldn't speak so openly about that to a young woman, especially one who (as he needs to remind himself) is an ally of his enemies. Casually skirting around the topic:]

Of course, signora, all of them remarkable in some way or another.

[borgiararity]

[ She makes it a point to know her brothers' business, either by spying or asking outright. ]

But a true gentleman will never reveal his lovers.