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[emergingspirit]

[Connor's voice is soft and thoughtful. Actually, it sounds distinctly more like he's monologuing to himself than talking to his little glowing box. In fact, if he hadn't heard other voices coming out of it (and seen words on the glass front that disappeared when he touched it), monologuing would be exactly what he's doing, but he did hear voices so he suspects maybe his voice will come out of other glowing boxes somehow.

He's still pretty monotone, though.]

I find myself in need of a teacher. The...machines here are strange to me. Everything here is strange to me. In the absence of things familiar, I will need... allies-- [Not friends. Not yet, anyway.] --who are willing to help me.

[A brief silence and then:] There is a light on here. How is that made?

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[becauseihaveto]

[Abby sounds understanding but also a touch amused. She also sounds young but that's nothing new.]

I can help you with figuring out some things, if you'd like. [If there's one thing she can do, and do well, it's adapt to the changing of the times.]

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[emergingspirit]

[It worked!

And the voice sounds way too young to be helping anyone with anything but Connor was pretty young when he started with the saving people's lives thing, so who is he to judge?

He pokes at his little box until it does the thing that made voices come out again.]

Your assistance would be appreciated.

[Hello? Is this thing on?]

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[becauseihaveto]

All right. Let's start with introductions. That might make this easier. [A pause then, pointedly.] I'm Abby. What's your name? [Thoughtfully, in order to decide just how much work she volunteered to do, here.] And do you know anything about technology at all?

[ooc: I am so sorry! I thought I'd already replied to this but apparently didn't. /hangs head]

no worries!

[emergingspirit]

Connor. [His introductions are short. Very short.] A woman named Carolyn taught me some things about this ship and how these...communicators function. There are still things I do not understand.

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[overthought]

[well, they're in an interesting position. she has to learn how to move around properly and he needs to learn how to use computers. maybe this might work out, right?]

The ship is being powered through the engines, I'd have to go down there myself to see for sure. I'd wager that given the size of this ship, there might be more than one system feeding into the power grid.

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[emergingspirit]

[Aaaand silence, because all of that went over his head.

Poor confused Connor. When he finally speaks up again, there's finally some emotion in his voice and he sounds utterly lost.]

I apologize, I must have misheard you. Would you repeat that?

( voice. )

[overthought]

[oh no, that's not good. she thinks about it for a moment, trying to figure out a way to explain something as basic as electricity to someone.]

The ship is providing the energy required to keep the lights on, basically.

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[emergingspirit]

[Sorry, Cortana! This guy is all about candle power--electricity providing any real power is just silly! Even gas-lighting is still a good 10 years away for him. Please forgive his now extremely doubtful tone.]

All of these lights are created by this ship? What kind of energy could make them so bright?

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[suddenlycaptain]

I teach classes about space and the ship. Keeps someone from accidentally killing us all a little more easily if they know how things work up here.

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[emergingspirit]

[Classes about what? Surely she doesn't mean space-space.]

Could you elaborate?

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[suddenlycaptain]

[ Sigh. ]

On which part?

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[emergingspirit]

On space. I am already familiar with ships. [He has one! Of his own! But it isn't here so that's a moot point.]

[gardienne]

[Eponine sounds very, very pleased at his predicament, and she smiles, showing off her rotten smile.]

Monsieur, I cannot help you, but it is good to hear that you do not know these things. It makes me feel as if I am less stupid, because I do not know either. I think it is easier to just not ask - to say, 'oh, there is a light', and be grateful, Sir.

[emergingspirit]

[Oof, that is a...very rotten smile. She looks like some of the beggars from New York.

And oh! Is Connor mistaken or is she French? She sounds a bit French. That's neat. He's never actually met a French person before.]

I have learned a little now. [Like how to turn on the video--thanks, Carolyn! He still has no idea how it works, but hey, as long as it does, right? That's the important thing for now.] If you like, I will share with you what I know.

[gardienne]

[He's not far wrong on any of those assessments]

Would you really? Monsieur Prouvaire and his friends - they have helped me, Monsieur. But I am stupid, and I cannot bother such fine gentlemen over and over or they shall be fed up of me and tell me to go away. And here, it is so very difficult to go away.

But you do not mind? I can give you something in return - I have... I can give you a pillow, Sir.

[It's all she has that might be of any interest to Connor.]

[emergingspirit]

You need not give me anything in return. The information was given to me freely, and I will pass it on the same way. Keep your pillow.

[What an odd thing to offer anyway.]

I will come to you.

[birchcore]

I might also be in need of a lesson or two myself, but I'd like to think I'm still sufficient ally-material.

[ bethany lapses into thoughtfulness, herself. ]

That room we first arrived in--had water that emerged from small bits of metal. I would like to find out how that is accomplished, too.

[emergingspirit]

[Now there's a bit of confusion he can clear up, having overheard others talking about it:]

You mean the showers. The water is fed through pipes; what I do not understand is how it is heated.

[Oh, and--] As far as lessons are concerned, I have learned a little myself. Carolyn is a fine teacher.

[birchcore]

[ she will mentally file this bit of information away. except, one thing: ]

Yes, those. Do you know what pipes are? And unless there is a very large fire burning somewhere in this structure, the how of how the water is heated is also a mystery to me.

[ ah, a name! ] Thank you, ser. I shall have to seek her out.

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[chaineddog]

[A little dryly:]

You seriously don't know how light is made?

[emergingspirit]

[Just as dryly:]

I do not know how this light is made.

[chaineddog]

What light are you talking about? Cause there are plenty of damn lights on board this ship.

[Voice] Hideously late and I'm sorry.

[ridesthesun]

I'd be happy to do what I can, sir. I can certainly sympathize at the strangeness of adapting to technology.

[Video] It happens!

[emergingspirit]

[Look! He knows how to turn on the video now!] Thank you. I have been given some help already, but I will not turn down more.

[ridesthesun]

[yay!]

Certainly. What's giving you trouble, first of all?