Third Bullet {Video}

[snowwhitegun]

[The feed comes up with Niv leaning over it. When she's sure it's doing what she wants, she pulls back and twirls, showing off her new dress.]My, my, Spledor. The fashion here is certainly not as stuffy as what I'm used to back home. And I certainly do not miss all those rules on conduct. Anythin' y'all don't miss from home? Tell Niv all 'bout it

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[video] lmao what am reading comprehension :'|

[bloodaholic]

[in any other circumstances Julian would have obligingly complimented the beautiful dress but the mention of 'home' has brought on a rush of emotions and memories that block out all other thoughts]

Umm - gosh, nothing. I miss pretty much everything: the Oxford night life, the buildings, the people... everything was a lot easier back home, you know? [Julian sounds painfully wistful, but he summons what he hopes is a cheerful smile and shrugs] And my cat. I miss my cat.

[video] It's okay, Niv's speaking can be quite confusing.

[snowwhitegun]

My, my. I don't now what Oxford is, but it sure sounds like you had a lot t' leave behind.

hfdsjk <3 I think I was just half-asleep when I tagged

[bloodaholic]

Y-yes, I suppose I did. [a pause and a frown; this lady's accent is unlike anything he's ever heard before. He summons a smile! :D ] Still. I do like it here, I really do. It took some getting used to, but...

Fashion and conduct aside, don't you miss your home?

Just be glad I haven't pulled the heavy slang yet. >>

[snowwhitegun]

Hardly! All the stuffy clothin' and strict social code... A girl could hardly breathe without some kinda scandal flyin' 'bout the town.

ahahaha omg Julian won't have a clue what she's talking about

[bloodaholic]

[Julian pauses thoughtfully, sitting back away from the screen and vaguely remembering a few half-forgotten memories of pre-First World War England. He nods slowly] Yes, I - I think I know what you mean. But surely there must be something - or someone? Don't you have any family that you miss?

I'm trying to not use as much, because it can get... Weird.

[snowwhitegun]

I'm a widow, darlin'. An' I left my farm behind when I got hitched.

[bloodaholic]

Oh! [Julian's face falls dramatically] I hadn't - I mean, I didn't realise you were, uh, a widow. I'm so sorry...

[snowwhitegun]

It's all right, sugar. Years past. And people married for convenience where I'm from.

[bloodaholic]

[the notion of convenient marriages stirs up memories from the past yet again, and Julian finds himself nodding dumbly] Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

[snowwhitegun]

The West. Family traveled along the Oregon Trail, started up a farm.