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[Action - Good Spirits, early evening]

[Every society, no matter where you go, has a way to get drunk.

Ginia muses on the thought with a faint smile as she sits in Good Spirits, sipping at a milkshake with a few shots of Baileys in it. It's been a strange, long day that's ended with being shot and bleeding out on a run and beginning anew in a strange village with wings. Worse was a lingering feeling she knew the village, somehow, in some strange way. It was impossible, she was sure she would have remembered being here. But the feeling was enough to get her back on her feet, into a clothing store for a fresh set of clothes, to the item store to pick up some supplies, and to Good Spirits.

She sits at a table toward the side, alternating between watching people as they come in and reading the guide provided in the journal. It's an interesting thing, the guide, and she takes her time memorizing information.

Later in the evening, she ventures out with some questions on the journal.]

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It's an interesting thing, the journals. Written messages, audio messages, being able to address everyone as a whole, talk to individuals, send private messages, never runs out of pages, and looks like any regular sort of book. Tidy bit of technology, or magic I suppose. I like the guide too, very well-written and informative, my thanks to the author.

Anything else a New Feather should know about? The little local sorts of things. Legends, stories, suggested dishes to try at the restaurants, the dos and don'ts, those sorts of things. Give me your best. I have time.

Player Name: Cata
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Ginia Solana
Character Fandom: Original Character

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I wish you luck with that. [She offers a sincere smile.]

Wouldn't you want to know how?

[Would she? To sate her curiosity, yes, of course. But actually leaving this place?

...No, not really. Whether there's Heaven or Hell or nothingness waiting out there for her she's not sure, but right now she's sure there's life here. So she'll cling to that life, that strange familiarity that keeps hanging around her.]

Knowledge for others, I think, not me.

I find that quite odd.

There's a new world here. I'm curious to see what it holds.

That makes no sense to me. [Why not enjoy the comfort of home? The place you know?]

Don't like traveling?

No, for one, it often involves those beasts from the depths darkest craw. [Aka the horse.]

[That earns him a blank look. Where he thinks horse, her mind goes to some sort of dark monster or demon, which really makes no sense either. What kind of traveling does he do?]

I don't trust them. People say those beasts are harmless and will not bother you and that one should just give them a carrot or a sugar cube. But something that big- no.

Its waiting and biding its time.

[Blink. Blink. Traveling... carrots... sugar cube...]

Are you talking about horses?

Yes. [He dislikes horses. A lot. He ~~is terrified~~ does not approve of any animal bigger than a medium sized dog.]

[All things considered, it's a reasonable fear. They are large animals that can break a leg with a kick. Some can be quite temperamental too.]

Are there other methods of travel in your world? Automobiles? Boats?

Whats an automobile? And the Church has said I would still spend a lot of time in a carriage anyways so why bother.

[The old conundrum of explaining an automobile to someone who has never experienced one. Ginia thinks over her answer, trying to think of the best way to respond.]

It's like an automatic carriage that runs on fuel or other natural resources instead of being pulled by a horse or other beast of burden.

[He stares at her, as if she promised him the sky or something else.] Seriously?

[A pause. A smile.]

There's a library here. Do you want to see a picture?

Yes, yes I do. [something that gets rid of horses? Good. He supports this fully.]

[Ginia stands up and motions for him to follow. She studied a map earlier, but her feet carry her toward the library with certain ease. Even when they enter the library, it only takes her a small glance before she's headed toward a section of books, feeling utterly at ease surrounded by books from all the different worlds.]

[Luce looks around, unsure of all these books. They were tempting yes, but he didn't know which ones the Faith would approve of him reading as he just follows Ginia.]

[Best avoid the romance section. There are some very steamy books there. Explicit material. Very risque.

Ginia scans the bookshelves a little longer before she finds a history book from Earth. She thumbs through it and settles on a picture of an automobile which she shows him.]

[His eyes widen as he looks it over, one can see him reach for the reading glasses in his pocket so he could- well read how it works. But he stops himself, what if it involves something dangerous?]

So you put the fuel in it, and it works?

[The book is left in his hands (or on a shelf) as Ginia has to do a bit of juggling to take her notepad out of her pocket and write a new message.]

It's a little more complicated as far as the actual mechanics go. Is there machinery in your world? Power by coal or steam? Water or wind-powered?

[He cradles the book a little.] Like a windmill or a watermill?

[It's a start.]

A windmill, or waterwheel, works by a series of parts all connecting and working together. An automobile is like that, but with many, many parts all working together. I do wish I could show you.

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