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Press any key... Where's the any key? [Completed]
Character: Chris Lightfellow
Content: Chris is taught on how to use the journals by a local
Setting: Muspelheim [N4]
Time: Saturday, mid-afternoon
Warnings: Chris is technologically incompetent
It was a bit chilly, but that was the least of her concerns right now. That, and her armor was doing a good job of keeping her warm.
Sitting down on a nearby bench, she took a moment to collect her thoughts. Chris had been here for a couple of hours, but she was still as clueless about what had happened to her as when she first arrived earlier in the day. So far, all she knew was the town's name and that the locals all looked alike. Exact bearings and how to get back to Zexen were still a mystery to her. Asking the civilians proved fruitless, as none of them were willing to tell Chris what she needed to know. Though stubbornness in locals was something that she was accustomed to, the gravity of her situation and their refusal to cooperate with her was starting to upset the Zexen knight.
And then there was the strange box that she had been given.
Never before had Chris seen anything like it. Maybe it was a Sindar creation? At this point, she certainly couldn't discard that possibility. Chris continued to observe the strange metallic object and thought about what it could be. While doing that, one of the town's many young blonde-haired civilians approached her.
"Um excuse me?"
Taking her eyes away from the silver box, Chris looked at the woman.
"Yes...? Can I help you?"
"You're not from around here, are you?" she said to Chris.
"How did..."
The woman smiled at her. "You look different than we do, that's how I knew."
"O-Oh, I see."
"My name's Tracy, what's yours?"
"Chris Lightfellow... nice to meet you."
"Hi Chris! I noticed that you were looking at your journal a lot."
"Journal? Is that what this thing is?"
"Yeah, everybody here has one. They're really neat and handy, great for writing your thoughts down!"
"You don't say..." Chris went back to observing her silver 'journal' in its entirety. This strange object was supposed to be capable of allowing her to write in it? As much as Chris would've liked to believe that, the fact of the matter was... it looked just like a plain metal box.
"Um, how do you use it?" she said after not making any new discoveries on the box.
Tracy went over to Chris's side and sat right next to her. "Here, let me show you."
Many repeated and overly simplified expressions later... Tracy finally succeeded in teaching Chris on how to use her journal.
"That's all there is to it, really. It's really not that complicated!"
"Uh huh...” Though Chris still wasn't quite sure on how to work it, she at least had a basic idea on how to... not break it. “I'll just take your word for it, thanks."
"No problem!” Tracy smiled again. “Oh, yeah... Those gloves of yours.”
"What about them?"
"They might damage the keys; maybe you should take them off for when you want to write something in your journal."
"Hmmm..." Staring at her armored hand, Chris didn't like the idea of removing a part of her armor for something so... trivial. "I appreciate your concern, but I would like to keep my armor in its entirety on for as much as I can."
"Well, if that's the case..." Reaching into her skirt's pocket Tracy took out a thin black stick and held it out for Chris. "Here!"
"What is it?"
"You can use it to write on journal like it was a piece of paper!"
"Um..."
Tracy sighed again. She had the misfortune of teaching these things to someone who was as technologically incompetent as they came. "Pretend it's a pencil!"
That strange-looking item was supposed to be a pencil? Things were so different here… It was making Chris’ headache grow more and more with each passing moment.
"Ah... But I couldn't possibly take yours. You've already done so much for me."
"Don't worry about it! I have a lot of them back home! So please... take it!"
"If you insist." Hesitantly, Chris took the black stick from Tracy.
“Why don’t you give it a try? I’m sure you’ll like it!”
“Okay.” Chris nodded and stared at her journal. “… What was I supposed to do first again?”
Content: Chris is taught on how to use the journals by a local
Setting: Muspelheim [N4]
Time: Saturday, mid-afternoon
Warnings: Chris is technologically incompetent
It was a bit chilly, but that was the least of her concerns right now. That, and her armor was doing a good job of keeping her warm.
Sitting down on a nearby bench, she took a moment to collect her thoughts. Chris had been here for a couple of hours, but she was still as clueless about what had happened to her as when she first arrived earlier in the day. So far, all she knew was the town's name and that the locals all looked alike. Exact bearings and how to get back to Zexen were still a mystery to her. Asking the civilians proved fruitless, as none of them were willing to tell Chris what she needed to know. Though stubbornness in locals was something that she was accustomed to, the gravity of her situation and their refusal to cooperate with her was starting to upset the Zexen knight.
And then there was the strange box that she had been given.
Never before had Chris seen anything like it. Maybe it was a Sindar creation? At this point, she certainly couldn't discard that possibility. Chris continued to observe the strange metallic object and thought about what it could be. While doing that, one of the town's many young blonde-haired civilians approached her.
"Um excuse me?"
Taking her eyes away from the silver box, Chris looked at the woman.
"Yes...? Can I help you?"
"You're not from around here, are you?" she said to Chris.
"How did..."
The woman smiled at her. "You look different than we do, that's how I knew."
"O-Oh, I see."
"My name's Tracy, what's yours?"
"Chris Lightfellow... nice to meet you."
"Hi Chris! I noticed that you were looking at your journal a lot."
"Journal? Is that what this thing is?"
"Yeah, everybody here has one. They're really neat and handy, great for writing your thoughts down!"
"You don't say..." Chris went back to observing her silver 'journal' in its entirety. This strange object was supposed to be capable of allowing her to write in it? As much as Chris would've liked to believe that, the fact of the matter was... it looked just like a plain metal box.
"Um, how do you use it?" she said after not making any new discoveries on the box.
Tracy went over to Chris's side and sat right next to her. "Here, let me show you."
Many repeated and overly simplified expressions later... Tracy finally succeeded in teaching Chris on how to use her journal.
"That's all there is to it, really. It's really not that complicated!"
"Uh huh...” Though Chris still wasn't quite sure on how to work it, she at least had a basic idea on how to... not break it. “I'll just take your word for it, thanks."
"No problem!” Tracy smiled again. “Oh, yeah... Those gloves of yours.”
"What about them?"
"They might damage the keys; maybe you should take them off for when you want to write something in your journal."
"Hmmm..." Staring at her armored hand, Chris didn't like the idea of removing a part of her armor for something so... trivial. "I appreciate your concern, but I would like to keep my armor in its entirety on for as much as I can."
"Well, if that's the case..." Reaching into her skirt's pocket Tracy took out a thin black stick and held it out for Chris. "Here!"
"What is it?"
"You can use it to write on journal like it was a piece of paper!"
"Um..."
Tracy sighed again. She had the misfortune of teaching these things to someone who was as technologically incompetent as they came. "Pretend it's a pencil!"
That strange-looking item was supposed to be a pencil? Things were so different here… It was making Chris’ headache grow more and more with each passing moment.
"Ah... But I couldn't possibly take yours. You've already done so much for me."
"Don't worry about it! I have a lot of them back home! So please... take it!"
"If you insist." Hesitantly, Chris took the black stick from Tracy.
“Why don’t you give it a try? I’m sure you’ll like it!”
“Okay.” Chris nodded and stared at her journal. “… What was I supposed to do first again?”