(Voice Post) 1

[hat_and_dagger]

[Sounds of somebody tapping at a microphone and randomly sliding their hand across a keyboard.]
 Dammit!

Oh? Dis actually works?

Wait! What's it doin'?!

[More tapping noises and some throat clearing.]

Huh...

Anybody hear me?

Comments

[marukyudistrict]

Aaah, not so loud. I think everyone using this thing can hear you loud and clear. Haha.

[hat_and_dagger]

Haha, sorry. I've just neva' seen somethin' like dis.
Um, who are you?

[marukyudistrict]

Haha--I haven't really either so I cant exactly blame you.

Me...? Oh man, another person who doesn't recognize me, huh? My name is Rise Kujikawa. What's your name?

[hat_and_dagger]

It's wierd dat I don' recognize you? Do I know you, or somethin'? [moment of thought] Do you work in one a' da speakeasies?
Name's Firo Prochainezo. Pleased to meet'cha.

[swordrain_alpha]

Heh. Technology confusing you too, huh? You'll get use to it.

[He did, after all--but he's something of a techno-geek...]

This one's easy to figure out. A click of a button and .. well, you're doing what you're doing now. Easy, right?

[hat_and_dagger]

Oh! Hello!
I just started hittin' it and it did stuff so maybe you're right... I really ain't good at anything like dis.
Anyway, who're you? Name's Firo Prochainezo.

[swordrain_alpha]

Nice to meet you, Firo Prochainezo. I'm Guy Cecil. Hah... I'm guessing by the fact that you're here, you're probably in the same situation, huh?

[hat_and_dagger]

Nice ta meet'cha too.
If you mean gettin' snatched from my home and dropped here, yeah.
Where are ya from?

[verita_delvino]

This thing is fascinating isn't it? It's....sort of like a typewriter....and film camera...and projection screen...all in one.

[hat_and_dagger]

Yeah! It's hard ta break too!
I wonda' who made it? D'ya think they'll someday make dis back home?

[verita_delvino]

I'm sure they will. Technology is always advancing! I couldn't say who made it. You'll have to find some way to tell me if you live long enough to see time travel invented.

[hat_and_dagger]

[Really doesn't like the sound of that last sentence. Is Claire actually admitting to mortality? He brushed it off as boasting, but there were times in their childhood when he found himself really beleiving. He left those days behind, but now, with his immortal life before him, he doesn't want to think of Claire... gone.]
[Sadly, practically begging for Claire to reassure him.]
Yeah... Well you'd betta' come home when it happens so we can celebrate.