Spade almost trips as he misses a step in his long stride. One moment, he'd been walking through the heat of a San Fransisco afternoon, the next
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The voice comes from the close-by tablet, where Leila has apparently resumed her welcome wagoning; she's sitting in her lab, but all that's visible behind her is a ton of books on their shelves. As per usual, she would be the well-taken-care-of young lady in red lipstick and retro clothes, though her tattoos are presently hidden by long sleeves, at the very least.
"This is a city called Taxon; I was taken here, too, as were many others. There's a way out of the room you're in, but you need the tablet nearby."
He raises his eyebrows, coming over toward the tablet. "What won't they think of next. First talkies, now films that listen." He tilts his head, and, after a moment, picks the tablet up, though he's clearly never seen anything remotely similar before. Retro, after all, is relative.
[ visual ] /edits forever i guess sryhercandleguidesMarch 25 2010, 15:30:21 UTC
What he says--his clothes, too, and his general manner of speech--all clue her in to the sort of era he might be from, and she makes a mental note to not make too many post-millennium references.
"Unfortunately, no," she admits, "that's the part we don't know--going by the one opportunity I've had to speak to our captors, my best guess is their personal entertainment. As for the tablet, it's key to your communication here in the city, and once you've got hold of it, there should be an exit nearby."
He nods, noting the door. "Yeah, kind of subtle as a sledgehammer, ain't it? Pick up the one thing in the joint, go through the one exit. Any place I should head for once I do?"
Some people would probably be gentler about telling a new arrival all of this, but Leila doesn't see the point (she's in the business of information and invention, not overwrought niceness, politely friendly as she is) and he seems to roll with everything admirably.
"That all depends on where you want to go--and what you've brought from home. Some people are accompanied by buildings, or rooms, to add to the local scenery; I brought my sister's apartment, of all things, and we have several castles for this reason. The map function on the tablet might yield some answers, if that's what you've got, it's all pretty clearly labeled."
Spade still hasn't decided whether he's hallucinating or not, but he figures it doesn't much matter. He can only react to things he can perceive, so he may as well take things at face value for the time being. He'll keep an eye out for the smoke and mirrors as he goes.
"Map function?" He inspects the device, critically. It's very slick and shiny and he really has no idea what to do with it.
"The little globe toward the bottom of the screen," she supplies, "you can just press your fingertip down on it lightly. This may be a strange question, but may I ask what year it is for you at home?"
"Doll, you got the strangest way of telling a man he ain't crazy." He touches the globe and a map pops up. Despite himself, he looks a bit impressed. "But last I checked, it was 1932."
"I see; thank you. I'm a scientist," she says, by way of explanation and wry apology, "I suppose being reassuring isn't really my business."
Well, not as a scientist, anyway. "If you've got a building with you, the map ought to have it labeled. Otherwise, it certainly presents you with a multitude of destinations."
Wryly, "Nah, it helpfully says my office is here. My luck; I get kidnapped and it ain't even a vacation." He shakes his head. "Anyway. Thanks for the help, angel. I'm Samuel Spade."
"Dr. Leila Yilmaz- you can just call me Leila, though." She smiles, a little less reserved than she was a moment ago. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Spade, although I'm sorry these are the circumstances...it's very difficult to work here, though; what is it you do?"
"I'm a private detective, Miz Yilmaz. Though what kidnappers are expecting me to detect out of this office they so generously gave me is anyone's guess."
"You're not crazy, I promise."
The voice comes from the close-by tablet, where Leila has apparently resumed her welcome wagoning; she's sitting in her lab, but all that's visible behind her is a ton of books on their shelves. As per usual, she would be the well-taken-care-of young lady in red lipstick and retro clothes, though her tattoos are presently hidden by long sleeves, at the very least.
"This is a city called Taxon; I was taken here, too, as were many others. There's a way out of the room you're in, but you need the tablet nearby."
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"Taken, huh? Anyone know what for?"
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What he says--his clothes, too, and his general manner of speech--all clue her in to the sort of era he might be from, and she makes a mental note to not make too many post-millennium references.
"Unfortunately, no," she admits, "that's the part we don't know--going by the one opportunity I've had to speak to our captors, my best guess is their personal entertainment. As for the tablet, it's key to your communication here in the city, and once you've got hold of it, there should be an exit nearby."
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Some people would probably be gentler about telling a new arrival all of this, but Leila doesn't see the point (she's in the business of information and invention, not overwrought niceness, politely friendly as she is) and he seems to roll with everything admirably.
"That all depends on where you want to go--and what you've brought from home. Some people are accompanied by buildings, or rooms, to add to the local scenery; I brought my sister's apartment, of all things, and we have several castles for this reason. The map function on the tablet might yield some answers, if that's what you've got, it's all pretty clearly labeled."
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"Map function?" He inspects the device, critically. It's very slick and shiny and he really has no idea what to do with it.
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"The little globe toward the bottom of the screen," she supplies, "you can just press your fingertip down on it lightly. This may be a strange question, but may I ask what year it is for you at home?"
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"I see; thank you. I'm a scientist," she says, by way of explanation and wry apology, "I suppose being reassuring isn't really my business."
Well, not as a scientist, anyway. "If you've got a building with you, the map ought to have it labeled. Otherwise, it certainly presents you with a multitude of destinations."
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"Dr. Leila Yilmaz- you can just call me Leila, though." She smiles, a little less reserved than she was a moment ago. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Spade, although I'm sorry these are the circumstances...it's very difficult to work here, though; what is it you do?"
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"Well, maybe you'll be the first to figure out what it is they actually want--that would certainly be a nice change."
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