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[inkbled]

( Hey, Avalon! You might remember this face from such hits as "trying to sell you bags in the rain". Though, this time, Rosa is broadcasting from a bedroom, sat cross-legged on a bed with her hair scraped up into a half ponytail, still wearing the day's makeup as she records. )

Okay, so like, I get our job is like, to save the multiverse and stuff. So don't come for me, okay?

( Because what she's about to ask is not nearly of the kind of importance magnitude as a multiversal apocalypse, even Rosa knows that. )

But, like, what's the juiciest gossip this place has? I feel so behind on like, knowing the ins and outs of everyone's lives! And there's no way I can go through all the social media here. TikTok is, like, a full-time job.

So, c'mon! Gimme the stories! Who's dating who? Have there been any weddings? Are there pictures?

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[leicesters]

I'll send my familiar. If she spots anything juicy, I'll let you know.

[Which is a blatant lie, he's not going to bother his poor wyvern for that, but whatever keeps her happy.]

[inkbled]

( O: )

What's your familiar? ( Speaking of that question, a little yellow canary bird comes and drops onto her shoulder, as though summoned from her perch by the conversation, chirping at the screen to echo her human's question. )

[leicesters]

Not quite a little bird like yours, but she definitely has wings.

[He reaches off camera and drags a cat-sized white wyvern into his arms. She sneezes at the camera, then tries to squirm out of his arms to get away; evidently she'd been preoccupied with something else when he pulled her over.]

This wrigglebutt is Naira. She's a wyvern, though she's like the kind you'd find in my homeland, not here.

[inkbled]

( ... That reminds her (and Nik), the little canary is yet to have a name. Hm. She'll have to think on that! )

Oh, wow. So, like, your world is more like this place, huh?

[leicesters]

Yes and no. A lot of technology here, like how we're talking right now, is way beyond anything we have at home. And most people are human, there's no fae or anything like that.

[Well, that he knows of, anyway. The world's a big place...!]

[inkbled]

( Not the first time she's heard that about the technology here, but it's still weird. )

Huh. This tech is pretty old fashioned in my world. ( Her phone back home isn't too dissimilar from the ones they were provided, but her family can't afford anything more modern. )

[leicesters]

Ah, yeah, well, in my world, everything is sent by messenger. Guy on a horse with a physical copy of a letter that gets delivered to someone in days, weeks, or months from whenever it was sent. So if this old-fashioned to you, I guess where I'm from is ancient history, isn't it?

[The messenger owls at Garreg Mach were about as close as it got to 'instant' messaging...]

[inkbled]

( Oh, it absolutely is, but she's listening with rapt attention, trying to imagine what it would be like. )

That sounds super inconvenient. But, like, I guess it's also good if you don't want people to bug you?

( Constant connection has its downsides too. )

Wait. So do you, like, not even have video games?

[leicesters]

Nope, no video games. We have board games, gambling, ball games... That sort of thing, but nothing that needs all the fancy tech that video games have here.

[He can't even imagine what it'd be like if video games suddenly took off back home one day.]

If people saw the kind of things they have here, their minds would be blown. Especially in Fódlan. Most progress on technology was actively suppressed there for a long time.

[inkbled]

( Yep, that... That's honestly something she's struggling to imagine. )

Huh. That's so weird to think about. We learn so much about, like, the importance of technology and stuff. ( Blah blah without it humans would never have gotten to where they are. She can't even think of a day where she didn't use some form of tech back home. )