[ ..................The sheer irony of "sort" becoming "sword" there. Not a Freudian slip. Promise... Also wow that really is a failed childhood even more than his. Sort of.
Definitely not in his time or world. And not Allen's first time realizing it by a long shot either, though almost more interestingly he's started realizing it's often a matter of "time" it seems almost moreso than different kinds of worlds -- seemingly. Or perhaps it's Viktor's "mirror universes" theory. That's what happens when old-fashioned Brits start chatting about all the new things and snacks gadgets they realize the future holds while being excited to find a fellow countryman. Gas stations, however, were unfortunately not among them and he cracks a humorless sort of smile, raising an eyebrow. ]
Apparently not. 1890's Great Britain. [ Took him a while to realize he's from further back than a lot of people it seems, technologically... he always just figured it was because that sort of stuff was never his forte. And you must not have raided a very good gas station then is on the tip of his tongue in retort to that, because obviously who wouldn't get gas from a gas station, but he'll mind it. ]
And that's still pretty vague. [ Honestly. "General store"? That covers a lot; ones from his time period even are pretty jam packed. You sure you're not here to try and pull some wool over his eyes?
Brushing it off, he leans forward lightly to rest his elbows on the table. Hands laced together in a businessman-like fashion. Ok, different tactic. ]
You know about the Sanctuary... Miss Alayne has been able to arrange for a lot, but there are some things that are harder to get. Medical supplies that aren't just about blood ministration, any sort of equipment a scientist or engineer could make use of, comforts from home people not originally from here might have missed... [ He makes an offhand gesture, a seemingly lightly casual thing but his demeanor is a bit too steady for it to be just that. The turn of a gloved hand a bit too graceful. ]
ok but that icon match
Definitely not in his time or world. And not Allen's first time realizing it by a long shot either, though almost more interestingly he's started realizing it's often a matter of "time" it seems almost moreso than different kinds of worlds -- seemingly. Or perhaps it's Viktor's "mirror universes" theory. That's what happens when old-fashioned Brits start chatting about all the new things and
snacksgadgets they realize the future holds while being excited to find a fellow countryman. Gas stations, however, were unfortunately not among them and he cracks a humorless sort of smile, raising an eyebrow. ]Apparently not. 1890's Great Britain. [ Took him a while to realize he's from further back than a lot of people it seems, technologically... he always just figured it was because that sort of stuff was never his forte. And you must not have raided a very good gas station then is on the tip of his tongue in retort to that, because obviously who wouldn't get gas from a gas station, but he'll mind it. ]
And that's still pretty vague. [ Honestly. "General store"? That covers a lot; ones from his time period even are pretty jam packed. You sure you're not here to try and pull some wool over his eyes?
Brushing it off, he leans forward lightly to rest his elbows on the table. Hands laced together in a businessman-like fashion. Ok, different tactic. ]
You know about the Sanctuary... Miss Alayne has been able to arrange for a lot, but there are some things that are harder to get. Medical supplies that aren't just about blood ministration, any sort of equipment a scientist or engineer could make use of, comforts from home people not originally from here might have missed... [ He makes an offhand gesture, a seemingly lightly casual thing but his demeanor is a bit too steady for it to be just that. The turn of a gloved hand a bit too graceful. ]
Is that something you can help with?