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entranceway2017-08-02 12:30 am
spycurious) wrote in entranceway2017-08-02 12:30 am
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first dispatch ♘ [video]
[Several people have been kind enough to help teach Ben how to use these devices. He still finds the general experience of it to be unnerving, trifling though it feels as he turns it over in his hands. Instantaneous, mass communication by way of a small box was a concept that was originally met with much incredulity. And yet, after having spent some time in this fantastical place, he could no longer deny what his own senses were telling him. Usage of this device was not only possible but frequently done and considered a staple of survival here.
Ben glances at his surroundings--a room he'd chosen for himself, simple enough in its furnishings--and then back at the small box in his hands. He's already tested its functions and had a look at the messages on it, partly out of pure fascination but also to learn the social expectations required during its usage.
He breathes, and feels he may as well make the proverbial plunge, and notes how ridiculous it is to feel nervous over something so trivial after he's done things like taken lives and marched across battlefields.
Ben presses a few buttons and the video broadcast begins. He tries to hold the thing steady, unnerved at the thought of some "unseen" force simultaneously recording both his voice and his image.]
Hello, I am ... Benjamin Tallmadge. [He realizes belatedly that he isn't wearing a jacket, and perhaps he should have introduced himself with his rank. Oh no...]
I arrived in June and would like to thank those who offered me their assistance.
Additionally, I would like to inquire further into the resources we have here; specifically firearms from the 20th century on Earth. For clarity's sake, I've come from the year 1777 and I am a Major in the Continental Army of the United States of America. In the interest of self-defense and the defense of others, I would like to learn how to use those superior munitions properly.
One may contact me by way of these devices or in person at the library.
Good day to you.
[He ends the broadcast and breathes a sigh of relief. Perhaps he'll suffer through text next time instead.]
Ben glances at his surroundings--a room he'd chosen for himself, simple enough in its furnishings--and then back at the small box in his hands. He's already tested its functions and had a look at the messages on it, partly out of pure fascination but also to learn the social expectations required during its usage.
He breathes, and feels he may as well make the proverbial plunge, and notes how ridiculous it is to feel nervous over something so trivial after he's done things like taken lives and marched across battlefields.
Ben presses a few buttons and the video broadcast begins. He tries to hold the thing steady, unnerved at the thought of some "unseen" force simultaneously recording both his voice and his image.]
Hello, I am ... Benjamin Tallmadge. [He realizes belatedly that he isn't wearing a jacket, and perhaps he should have introduced himself with his rank. Oh no...]
I arrived in June and would like to thank those who offered me their assistance.
Additionally, I would like to inquire further into the resources we have here; specifically firearms from the 20th century on Earth. For clarity's sake, I've come from the year 1777 and I am a Major in the Continental Army of the United States of America. In the interest of self-defense and the defense of others, I would like to learn how to use those superior munitions properly.
One may contact me by way of these devices or in person at the library.
Good day to you.
[He ends the broadcast and breathes a sigh of relief. Perhaps he'll suffer through text next time instead.]
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[Dorian Coyly smiles.]
Forgive me, I didn't realize you have been here for a while. I hope you've been settling in well?
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May I ask your name, sir?
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[He said with an air of dignity and grace.]
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