Chapter III: Pocket Relay, Audio

[master_helsing]

[With a clatter of a heavy box dropping upon a desk, Abraham disturbs his wire-taper into audio output. His lyrical exclamation could be no more overjoyed than the heaven's singing themselves.]

Grundgütiger!

Every minute note und datum und marginalia is here, hahaa!

[Oh what humbled old laughter he harped. He could practically do a jig over

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[escapedpandora]

[He's in a great mood after his dream, and ready to talk to everyone, especially people who sound happy.]

I think Christmas just came a little late this year for everyone this year. At least, it seems like everyone's getting things from home.

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[master_helsing]

[And he's all too pleased to respond. It was a relieved tone to hear at least than the many bemoanings of others.]

Ja, it has indeed!

Und so good too, to hear more jubulations across the telecommunity.

What is it you received?

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[escapedpandora]

I got a picture that I never thought I'd see again. It'd not as nice as being able to go home, but... it's a close second, I think.

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[master_helsing]

You are a lucky sort indeed, dear boy.

A photograph is a tangible memory. One in your case, to aid you in the most important thought of all:

Homestead.

Let us keep our eye on the prize, ja?

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[escapedpandora]

Yes! [And he's oddly cheerful about that, but then, it's been an odd day.]

I guess you got something really important to you, too?

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[master_helsing]

Ja, I did indeed. A copious mountain of my tomes and notes sat at my doorstep just as I had left them in London.

With these I can pit my mind against this new world and conquer it without qualm--Ah.. but I am getting ahead of myself.

What is your name, young man?

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[escapedpandora]

So it's something to help? That's always good!

Oh, uh, I'm Hope! Sorry about just... um, talking all of a sudden, I guess.

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[master_helsing]

Verily, the written word can unlock secrets of the most obscure. These pages are light in a dark world.

Hope... My what a ambitious name, but it is complimentary. You youths are our hope for the greater marrow, ay? Haha!

I am Van Helsing of Amsterdam, though that place may mean nothing to you. I am a professor of anthropology, yea, a teacher of young bright minds like you.

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[escapedpandora]

I never thought of books like that before. But I guess knowledge is power in most places, too?

Anthropology is... human biology? [He's just deducing from root words.]