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[herstarlight]

No matter how close I stay to the forests of this world, I cannot escape how woefully inept I am when it comes to technology. Most of what exists in my "house" is unknown to me, yet I take it the objects are placed there for my...comfort?

I do not need to sleep and I can go quite some time without food. I fear most of the "comforts" are lost on me. Still, I should like to know how they work.

If anyone is willing to assist, I would be grateful.

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[overanalytically]

I can offer my assistance. Are you inquiring of technology in general, or specific devices within your assigned housing?

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[herstarlight]

Let us begin with...radios, televisions, ovens and microwaves if you do not mind?

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[overanalytically]

I do not mind. Would you prefer that I assist you in person or through our communicators?

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[herstarlight]

I do not wish to put you in danger. My home resides in Maurtia Falls.

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[overanalytically]

What danger do you speak of?

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[herstarlight]

There are those who care not for others. I have been attacked on the street.

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[overanalytically]

I will take necessary precautions.

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[herstarlight]

If you are certain, I will keep my communicator close if you require aid. My house number is 004.

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[overanalytically]

Then I shall arrive in approximately [ some appropriate time goes here ].

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[herstarlight]

I will be waiting. The door will be unlocked.

[overanalytically]

[ He thankfully doesn't encounter any issues on his way over, taking more caution than he typically does in choosing his route. It's his first time in Maurtia Falls, but he did quick research on it and maps before heading out.

It's not long before 004 gets a knock on its front door. When she opens it, she'll find a tall man wearing dark/black semi-casual clothes, his posture straight and somewhat stiff with his hands folded behind his back. She'll probably notice his pointed ears first, followed by the odd bowl-cut dark hair and slanted eyebrows after. ]

Greetings. I presume that you are the one I spoke to over our communicators regarding the use of technology, are you not?

[herstarlight]

[The door is opened promptly and he will find a woman of medium height with long auburn hair that is partially in braids. She is wearing the colors of the forest - dark greens and browns - and there are two daggers on her belt. Nearby, there rests a bow and plenty of arrows.]

I am. Please come inside. [Tauriel steps aside, her keen green eyes taking in his appearance. His ears give her pause and she blinks.] Are you Elven? Forgive me for asking, but your ears...

[overanalytically]

Thank you. [ He steps in so she can close the door behind him, but he politely doesn't move farther in until she gives permission or direction. ]

I am a Vulcan, though Humans often make the same comparison. However, elves are only mythical creatures in my reality.

[herstarlight]

[The door is shut quietly and she moves to guide him to the living room. There is water and tea waiting on the table depending on his preference.]

Vulcan... [She feels a stab of disappointment. He isn't from Arda, but that doesn't mean he is wholly different.] I have been told I belong in mythology by others, however Elves are very real in my world. I am a Silvan Elf to be exact.

[overanalytically]

[ He follows a step or two behind her to the living room, only sitting when she does. He indicates the tea, but he noticeably pauses when she distinguishes herself as a Silvan elf. ]

... If I may ask, is your origin of Middle-earth?

[herstarlight]

[She moves to pour him a cup of tea, but her hands shake at his question. Only after the brew is safely sitting in a cup in front of him does she answer.]

Yes. I hail from Arda. The Mirkwood Forest to be exact. How did you know?

[overanalytically]

Fascinating, [ he says as one of his slanted eyebrows rises sharply. ] In my reality, there is a literature collection of sizable breadth and length that describes your world.

[herstarlight]

[All things considered, she should be ready for anything. But this is definitely a first.]

Does it speak of King Thranduil or Prince Legolas?

[overanalytically]

Affirmative. King Thranduil is featured in the novel entitled "The Hobbit", or "There and Back Again", which chronicles the journey of the main character, Bilbo Baggins, as he joins a company of dwarves to reclaim a lost dwarven kingdom. Legolas Greenleaf is featured more prominently in the three-volume novel entitled "The Lord of the Rings".

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[fuckinstoplights]

... I haven't been to the 'home' they assigned me, either. I can't help you.



Sorry.

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[herstarlight]

Where have you rested?

[herstarlight]

[She sits down carefully, trying to come to terms with what he says. The histories are named after the Hobbit? She hadn't even been sure of his name. And...The Lord of the Rings? What rings?]

You speak as if the trilogy happens after The Hobbit. Is that so?

[That would make it Legolas's future.]

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[fuckinstoplights]

Wherever humans won't see.

Alleys, mostly.

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[herstarlight]

Why are you avoiding Humans if you do not mind me asking?

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[fuckinstoplights]

I don't trust them.

They only ever want to use me. Or lecture me.