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E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫ E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̨̢͎͎̗̦͈͎̘R̨̘̦̙̖̳͈͟R̢̞̺͖̩̟̻͙͕̩͜O̢̢̼͉͔̟̯̝͇̙͜͠R̴̛̗̝͕̣̘͙̪͖̀͟:̢̢͉̙̥̝͖͉̯̟͇̖̱̖͓̲̳ ͏̴͉͈͈̦̝̦͉͖̖͉̪̝̠̭I͡҉̣̼̜̩̻̜͓̻̳̼̥̭̯̭̫͉̭ͅL̶͖͖̯̝̥̬̖̤̥̹͎̟̬̻̦̜̝̻̗͟͞Ļ̸̸̸̥̺̝̜̭̘̞͈͎͚͉E̶͍͍͈̬̕͜͟G̳̬͉̙̥̩̼̭̦͔͘͜͡À̴͟҉̤͔͇̩̳͝ͅL̟͉̯̥̝̀͢͝ ͏҉͈͎͇̞̪̬͓͎̖̥̜̦̖̜O̺̹̺̜͉̠͉̠͇̭̣͔͡͞P̢͘͜҉̺̝̥͎̜Ḙ̢͔͇̰͇̯̺͇͓̜Ŗ̦̝̫̯̻̰͍͙̼̮͎̕ͅA̸̬̯͉͓̥̕͢͞ͅT̷̡͎̻̳̥Ḭ̵̡̥̭̥̀͞O̴͈̤͚͇̜͘͘͞N̢̬͕̙̫̦̳̫̭͖͙̤.̧͢͜҉̩̼̬̞̟̻͇̭͖ ̳̝̺̯̣̠̣̲͎̝̞̣̭̫͘͠S̡̧̼͈̱̳̰̰̳̻̺̫̝͈͖͎ͅH̦̖̣̦̱͓͙͓̣́͜͠͠Ù̸͎̹̼̱͈͇̼̼̕ͅͅṰ̤̝̦̞͍̮̦̞̼̪͕̹̬͈͝T͞͏̟͖͔̯̼̫̞̥̣̘͉̫̟ͅI̢͖̪̮̺̰̟͎͈͇̻͈͔͉̱̯͓̻͞N̢̨̮̱͕̣͟Ģ̸̝̟͚̩͙͖ͅ ҉̴̝̭̩̯̫̤̼̬͇͡ͅD̨͏̺͎̝̟͔͉͕̲̮͎̦͓̥͕̹͓̮̖̘̀͠Ǫ̵͍͇̝̱̖̳̦͖͡W̸̧̩͕̹̹̬̰̻̣̣͓̞̼̮̦̺͟͞͡N̡̛̫͙̠͚̠̲̙̟̤͔̦͙ͅ.҉̢̻̝̦͓̀̕͠

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[She, too, isn't happy about being taken from where she was supposed to be, but for the moment she's trying to figure out where this place is so she can then work on a way out. So when she hears his message, she can't help but to reach out. She has an English accent, upper middle cast, and she speaks with perfect diction.]

Yes, there are. Well, at least there is myself and a few others that I know of. I take it you have not run into anyone since waking here?

No, not a soul.

[His own enunciation is clear and his voice has an innate gentleness to it, a sort of soft, breathy timbre, breathier in his fatigue. ~~And here is a voice clip to cover the fact that the player is bad at describing voices.~~ The fact that he is not a native speaker by any means is masked by the fact that Norfinbury takes care of that, though at this point how is anyone to tell, least of all Enoch himself? English didn't exist when he learned to talk. In fact, there was only one language, then, so he's even less likely to stop and think about the sounds that are actually coming out of his mouth.]

I suppose I should have examined this...device more closely before. I was beginning to worry I was alone here.

I do wonder just how large this place is that we barely have any contact with anyone other than with this.

[It was definitely good to hear another voice. Of course, it didn't do much to help the feeling of isolation. Or convince that there actually were other people here. Considering her past of having been trapped in her own mind for over a century, she wasn't that good at discerning disembodied voices being real or imaginary.]

I was having the same worry, though at least we are not completely alone. I am still learning modern technology, but I believe this device is called a tablet. Typically used for ease of communication over distances. It makes me wonder why we were given these in the first place.

[There was more than a little note of curiosity to her voice as she was considering that angle.]

A "tablet"...such a simple name for a complex little device. I would have guessed it to be a large phone. I'm not familiar with these things, either, save what my friend has told me of the future.

[A pause, as he thinks on the woman in the pictures in the album he found. What she's wearing, where she is...]

Or I suppose, the present day. But...how alone can we be, if someone gave us these? Unless every household had one all along...

[The thought of these devices waiting for new owners was unsettling...and kind of sad.]

Agreed. Though in a way it is much like a large phone given one is able to still talk to people through it. Though I believe the more accurate description is that it is a far more portable computer.

[It is a curious device. She'd had an iPad back home as it came in handy for doing things on the run or needing quick references for something. This tablet isn't all that different from it.]

That is rather the question. I believe someone gave us these tablets as opposed to them having simply been sitting here for us to find. Though as for who that someone is, I suppose it is anyone's estimation there.

[The fact that someone had brought them here and left tablets with them without any trace was disconcerting. It was something Helena didn't like not knowing, so it was certainly something she wished to try and figure out.]

[He doesn't know what a "computer" is, either...that's one of the things Lucifel mentioned but never elaborated on. At least he's heard the term before, so he mentally files that away for later as he looks over his tablet (creating some soft brushing sounds on the feed) for any sort of distinguishing markings. His jeans had a maker's label, and so did Lucifel's. He never got the opportunity to examine his friend's phone, or many other articles from the future, but if clothes should have such labels it's worth a look.]

Perhaps there is a clue on the tablet itself, somewhere we haven't thought to look...

It is possible. I have tried searching through the tablet as much as possible, though it seems either things are locked from my access, or they simply do not exist.

[She gave a slightly frustrated sigh as she looked her tablet over again.]

This is where I wish Claudia were here. She understands technology better than I, and she could no doubt get into areas on the tablet we cannot.

I see no markings on the tablet itself, either, other than this strange string of numbers. I wonder what it means.

[He has no clue what serial numbers are for. Why would he, after all, when mass production wasn't even a glint in an inventor's eye?]

Ah, those would be the serial numbers. It's how manufacturers keep track of a product upon completion of being assembled and then distributed to retailers that then sell them.

[She looks at the numbers on hers curiously for some moments.]

It can also be used for finding the origin point of the product. Namely whomever left the tablets for us in the first place.

[For a moment, he's completely silent, stunned as it sinks in.]

Could it be that easy?

[He has no idea how to trace this back to its origins, but maybe she does...it's odd for a problem of his to have such a simple solution after chasing fragments of rumors for centuries but he's hopeful.]

Experience tells me nothing is ever that easy, but things are always worth a try, are they not?

[She looks back at the apps on the tablet.]

I simply need to determine if there is internet here that will allow me to try and track the serial number. This would be much simpler if my computer genius friend were here. She'd have the answer for us in a jiffy.

I have a friend, too, who could tell us more, but he isn't here, either... I'm sorry, though..."Internet"? I'm afraid I've never heard that term.

[The knowledge he had of modern things was...patchwork, at best. The mixed blessing of having a time-traveling friend who would talk to him about some things without any context whatsoever.]

[Oh how could she explain what the internet was when she barely understood it herself? Though of course she'd try!]

The internet is, for all intents and purposes, somewhat similar to this network. People can communicate over great distances with it, but it is more than that. There is information on every subject you could possibly think of, and more, on it that people are able to access through searches. It's really all a bit complicated and convoluted and I do not fully understand it myself. I prefer speaking to people in person as opposed to using impersonal devices such as these. Though given current circumstances, I suppose I should not complain much. At least we have a way of communicating?

[Unless this was her mind playing a trick on her, but she'd keep her fears silent. At least she was talking, right?]

[At least she had some idea, unlike Enoch, who had none at all. Her explanation is more than enough.]

So it is a vast library in addition to connecting people with devices like these...I shall have to ask my friend to show me when we escape this place.

[He's sure they will. There must be some way out. At the very least, they might be found. If Lucifel arrives in search of him, surely he'll be able to help everyone escape.]

But until then, yes, I'm glad we have these devices. Even if it's strange we have them at all.

In a manner of speaking, yes. It can be quite useful, though I do prefer the more standard form of a library myself.

[Though she shares the sentiment about escaping. She certainly does hope they can all escape this place somehow. She will certainly do her best to help facilitate that.]

It is rather curious how we woke up with these, a coat and a pack with rations in it. As though we were expected by someone.

[Which doesn't quite sit well with her. And then something suddenly occurs to her.]

I am so dreadfully sorry, my manners seem to have escaped me. My name is Helena.

It's nothing, this network sees to us introducing ourselves in advance, after a fashion. My name is Enoch, exactly as you see.

[Pleasantries aside, though...what was that about a coat? He hadn't been given one...]

I'm afraid I didn't find a coat. However...I came to this place with a cloak. Not only did they expect us, they knew exactly what condition we would be arriving in.

[That's...really unsettling, now that he's thinking about it.]

It means someone was watching us, somehow.

Edited (wtf self) 2015-06-15 06:18 (UTC)

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