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[swisspoetgoatherd]

[Christian still isn't sure he's using this thing, whatever it is, correctly. It confuses the hell out of him. But he's seen other people popping up on his screen, so he can only assume that when he pushes something that says video and sees his own face on the screen that everyone else can also see it.

He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, and-]

Hello, my name is Christian, and... well, I'm really not sure at all what I'm doing.

[His expression tightens a bit, his eyebrows drawn together. The confusion his clear on his face- and fear.]

Everything is very strange and I suppose I would really just like some sort of better explanation for what's going on.

[Should he stop there? Should he keep going? He clears this throat again.]

Right, well. Thank you.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Merlin, are you really! From where?

[He grins a little sheepishly and adds:]

Ninety years afterward, I'm afraid, but there's all sorts of people here, I'm sure you'll find someone near your time.

[swisspoetgoatherd]

[Ninety years? The number made Christian gape. Ninety years, and Remus was from the past according to the time they were in now.]

France. A small village. It was rather lovely.

[Shame. He'd just been starting to enjoy it again.]

Do you know what year it is now?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not the faintest idea, honestly, although I can't imagine it matters.

[A beat.]

Oddly enough, I spent my childhood in a small village. In in France, though-- England.

[swisspoetgoatherd]

Oh, really? What part of England? I moved to France from London, myself.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not too far from there, actually. But I went to school in Scotland.

[swisspoetgoatherd]

Scotland? What sort of school put you in Scotland?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He hesitates for just a few seconds.]

Boarding school. From age eleven to seventeen.

[swisspoetgoatherd]

Oh! Did you enjoy it?