[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

So, I can't be the only one who's been smacked in the face with culture shock, right? Or technology-shock, because a lot of the shit that's here I've never seen or heard of and have no idea how it works. I've figured out a couple of things through trial and error, but I'm not too proud to admit most of my reaction is still 'no fucking clue'. For those in the same boat, how long did it take you to adjust? What's the craziest discovery you've made? And for those that aren't, care to lend some advice? I'll pay you in drinks or other stuff; if you've the patience to endure all my questions, you've earned it. 

I've said it elsewhere, but just repeating myself now: if you're on that hit list and not that great at defending yourself, let me know. I'm pretty damn good at that, and so is the large war dog at my side. [Said war dog lets out an eager bark.]

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voice;

[closerift]

Of course we don't. We had so many people living here that are gone now that it's been overly-empty for months. I know that I'd appreciate the company.

[ Cole is vanished fairly often, after all. ]

That it is. The water, the heat... it's all incredible. I never really tire of the novelty. And, as you've said, it's apparently very fun for the dogs.

[ She's never been a huge dog person, but it's. Endearing to see Pup get his head stuck in the toilet. ]

voice;

[paragonbrosca]

Barkspawn still hates baths, but I'm hoping the novelty of running water will at least get him to calm the fuck down instead of instantly running off. He hates that little box that heats things up, though that might be because I ruined mine.

[Look, she didn't know how use the microwave so that it doesn't belch smoke, it's amazing there weren't flames everywhere.]

As long as you're sure, I'll claim a room for us. Let me see about finishing up here so that we're not reeking of smoke when we get there.

voice;

[closerift]

The oven? One of the heaters?

[ She's forgotten entirely about the microwave. Probably because it's been crisply on the inside for some time now. ]

Our home is yours, et cetera. [ beat ] ... What's that about reeking of smoke?

voice;

[paragonbrosca]

It's like a tiny oven? I don't know what it's called, but I left something in there too long and smoke started pouring out. All the windows are open now, so it's not as bad as it was, but the smell still lingers a bit.

voice;

[closerift]

Ah, right. That. [ She's forgotten the name, too. ] Well, please don't die of smoke inhalation. If you haven't said anything in a while, I'll send help to resuscitate you.

voice

[paragonbrosca]

Heh, Barkspawn will nudge me out before that happens. Right, boy?

[Her mabari agrees.]

voice

[closerift]

Glad to hear it. I'll see you soon, then, I hope.