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breaks in this inbox with sadness ig

[adlantisag]

[ She isn't sure if she should come here, if she would be welcome with the news she carries. But to do anything else feels like a disrespect, so she goes, hand lifting to rap at Evan's door. Evan speaks...English, yes? She'll try that. ]

Evan? Are you there?

[ She stands back, hand falling to her side. Her expression is drawn and tired, but hopeful. ]

omfg how dare

[evantuality]

[He doesn't get many visitors -- well, he hasn't let a lot of people know where his room is, introvert that he is, so it's with bright curiosity that he responds to the knock and call. It's lucky that she's caught him at home, as he's been running about today with a quickness, gathering new words like shiny rocks.

The door muffles the voice enough that he exclaims in delighted surprise when he sees who it is.]

Kida! I didn't know you spoke English!

: )

[adlantisag]

[ This, she thinks, is how she wants to remember him: crackling with energy. He puts a smile on her face. ]

I speak all the languages of men. [ She says it breezily, the pauses, amends herself: ] All the languages of Earth. [ There's a nuance there, brought upon by their circumstances. ] I suppose they are all similar, to me.

[ She motions past her, to the hallway. Maybe it would be better they stepped out for this. ] Were you about to be away? We could walk together.

Re: : )

[evantuality]

Oh -- one second.

[He holds up a hand to stay her, turns and trots back to his desk to scoop up his notebook and writing kit and satchel. His desk is piled with books, little paperback language primers to big opaque-looking tomes, but it's only his coil-bound notes that he brings with him.

Her declaration of proficiency nets her a keen, surprised, even excited look from the young man as he steps out of the room and closes the door behind him.]

You do? You're practically a Rosetta stone, then, aren't you? [He beams.]

[adlantisag]

[ She laughs a bit, can't help a glance around the room. It's sparse but for the books, which she supposes suits him nicely. ] I do not know what that is.

[ She expects he'll tell her. He never really misses an opportunity to gush, which she finds endearing. ]

[evantuality]

[He falls in beside her, in fact glad for the chance to elucidate on what in his opinion is an incredibly cool thing.]

The Rosetta Stone was a really key archeological find in my culture's history. It was this decree that'd been carved into a stele in three languages, thousands of years ago -- Greek, which is still well-understood, Egyptian hieroglyphics, which no one had any clue about, and... oh, what was the third one. Sumerian? Demotic? Anyways, something we had some translation for.

[He offers a sheepish shrug for his lapse of knowledge there.]

In any case, because it was the same thing written out three times, it became this kind of figurative codex for sorting out hieroglyphics in particular, which had been very opaque up until then. Pictographs, right? They look like they should parse, but they rely so much on cultural context. It was one of the most illuminating discoveries in archaeological history.

Anyways. [This time he flashes her a grin.] What it means is that you're probably going to have your hands full translating until they fix this little problem, aren't you?

[adlantisag]

[ Half-listening to his explanation, she watches the light filter in through the windows and catch in his red hair. She tries to burn the image into her memory.

He spares her the lead-in, which she appreciates. Her smile turns softer, sadder. ]

No, I will not. [ She reaches out, lifts a hand to watch how the skin between her fingers stretches out and lets light pass through, warms it pink and hot. There's so much she doesn't want to forget, like how the sun feels. ]

ALASTAIR has called me back to my world, Evan. I am needed by my people. [ Her hand drops again. ] I came to say good-bye.

text, @TARANTO, a bit before boneyard junction time

[heavyhitter]

hey
do you wanna see something cool

[evantuality]

If this is a prelude to mooning me via network

heck I'd probably still say yes.

[heavyhitter]

(‿ˠ‿)

[evantuality]

Brava, Miss Ramir. Buns of steel, hmm? That's a solid middling ascii butt, 7/10.

[heavyhitter]

fucking rude, my emoji ass is at least 8/10
ok but anyway where are you

this took way too long

[evantuality]

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Anyways, I was down by the Needle and Threads but I'm leaving. Where should I go?

[grunehexe]

Evan, it is Sieglinde Sullivan.

I mean to inform you that I will be briefly returning to Oska. There is no need to worry if you do not see me for some time.

I know this is from six million years ago but I'm finally getting back to Futuro tags

[evantuality]

Sieg! Thank you for the heads-up. Is everything alright?

/welcomes it!

[grunehexe]

[It isn't...]

Everything is fine.

I am simply being called back to oversee something, it seems.

[evantuality]

Something's going on back at Oska?

[If he doesn't entirely buy that something's not wrong, it's only because he's been hard-pressed to even find Sieg around in the past few weeks, and Evan's not wholly unobservant. But he's not a prier.]

[grunehexe]

[She texted rather than use her preferred voice or video for a reason, after all. No dejected and doubting (was she so useless here that she'd be selected for this?) tones in text.]

Team Squirrel Fucker has wrecked havoc on the library and I have been selected to oversee its reconstruction.

[evantuality]

[okay, whatever else he's lightly worried about... gets put aside for a moment in the face of that.]

Team Squirrel Fucker.

Now there's a team name that aptly demonstrates how a democratic naming process can go terribly wrong. Is that seriously their name or are you exasperated that they seem to be living up to it in spirit?

Video L . L

[asscan]

I've returned from my time with Team Ebonhawks and have been meaning to catch up with the rest of you. The dossiers for this mission are... somehow more complicated even than infiltrating the zepplins of the pirates threatening our portion of the timeline.

You keep your eye out for the subtler details. Are there complications that a new arrival should be aware of before embarking with the natives?

[evantuality]

Laedo!

[Evan is as delighted to see his nacrene friend as been to see most of his Audentes teammates. How odd to see this group of people as a kind of home... but here he is. He grins at the asandus, but as his ask parses Evan's expression shifts to an apologetic grimace.]

I'm sure there are, but in this case I'm not the person to ask. [Though he's flattered Laedo thought of him.] I've been back less than a day myself. I didn't realize you had gone too!

[asscan]

Back? You weren't with the other t... [The asandus stops himself. Of course ALASTAIR is a large organization, with many offshoot teams. It is not unlikely that Evan would be shunted to a completely different one, if he were needed elsewhere, would it?]

Right. Well, this puts things in a rather awkward position. Fill me in on your being away, in that case. I've no doubt that exchanging notes will benefit Audentes in some way.

[Even if that happens to be a pair of returnees who are equally grateful not to be the only one watching this world burn down with confusion and regret.]

[evantuality]

[Evan's nose wrinkles in something that is dubiously a grin. He pushes his bangs back, long as they've gotten, and shrugs.]

Or if it doesn't benefit them... I mean, zeppelins of pirates? I'd want to know the story there in any case.

Ah, I suspect my extracurriculars have been significantly less, um, noteworthy. I was... helping take care of some alien orphans. Putting my Zeta-12 experience to good use, I suppose.

[asscan]

[Laedo's ears swivel, first forward, then askew.] It would seem that the fate of a timeline rests in a child's arms more often than it does not. Well, were they as high-pitched as our charges? Were you forced to make another grand slog?

[evantuality]

Thankfully not!

[Evan laughs, a kind of relieved laugh. It covers a certain moroseness that he's sure will pass -- he's missing his charges, but then, they're healthy and well and exactly where they should be, aren't they?]

No, for babies they were quiet. And I spent most of the time denned up, honestly. They weren't... I mean, they weren't communicative or, or sapient as the squidges were, and there were poachers about. Mostly I just kept them hidden. It was a bit like trying to take care of a very large basket of kittens...

Ahh. Are kittens a thing on, on your world?