[Video]

[corven]

Hello, my name is Ashe. [ His accent is heavy, as if he is from somewhere around France.] I have been here a week or so now and have not yet spoken over this strange network. I decided to change that. I really have nothing of interest to share. It is simply bad form not to at least say hello to new neighbors and I seem to have been rude.

[ He is shuffling a deck of cards.] I thought I might ask those who have been here longer where places of interest and things to do between the mundane of the days would be?

Thank you. [ He tipped his head and cut the feed.]

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[corven]

It work as better in person. Doing it via video would just take half the splender away.

[quixotically]

Ooooh. [beat. A bit playfully,] Is that an invitation?

[And then, more genuinely,] I mean... I'd love to see it, but I don't wanna intrude or anything.

[corven]

Sure

[ He chuckles.]

I don't mind in the least. My magic is not that exciting though.

[quixotically]

I dunno. We don't even have magic where I come from. [........] I think. So it'll be pretty exciting to me, even if you think it's not much to look at.

Where should I meet you?

[corven]

Is there a bar or anything like that about? If so we can meet there.

[quixotically]

Yeah, there's this place called Pugsy's. See you there?

To Action~!

[corven]

Alright.

[ He disconnects and makes his way to meet her, of course it takes a bit since he got lost once.]

[quixotically]

[Elle hasn't been to Pugsy's very often, but she's lucky enough to be wearing a map on her wrist. She's dressed pretty simply, in a stained pink dress with the King's jacket over it and her usual hat. She beats him there and is already seated at a table, and because of how small she is, she easily blends into the hubbub of the bar.

But that's okay. She's keeping an eye out for Ashe, so that if he doesn't see her first, then she'll stand up and approach to catch his attention.]

[corven]

[ Which he didnt, so when she caught his attention he smiled and made his way on over.]

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

[quixotically]

[Elle holds up a hand in greeting, returning his smile. The make-up on his face reminds her of raiders, but seeing it in person doesn't bother her any more than she did seeing it on the network feed.]

Nah, it's okay. I grabbed us a table. [She leads the way over to it.] I'm not really one for drinking, and I figured you'd probably want more room than what we'd get at the bar.

[corven]

[ It was actually childs paints, but it does look like makeup indeed.

He nodded a bit and pulled put a chair]

I don't drink much either. It just seemed a fine place to meet. And yes, the table was a wise idea. [ He pulled out the deck of cards only after he pulled out a chair for her. His mama raised him right okay up until he knocked up and married a junkie... but hey everyone has problems.]

[quixotically]

[When Ashe pulls the chair out, Elle stands there for a moment, waiting for him to take the seat. Because. That's why he's doing that, right? But after that moment ticks by, realization dawns on her face. She's seen people at the Gourmand do this. That chair's for her... Riiiight. She slides into the chair with a sheepish grin.] Um... Thanks.

[corven]

[ he did arch a brow a second before she sat, moving to sit himself now.]

I take it manners are gone where you are from? [ he asked as he started to shuffle the deck.]

[quixotically]

[Elle laughs nervously.] Mostly. I think most of that kind of thing went out with the bombs... um. [Awkward pause.] It's not exactly a long story, but it's not really a happy one.

[She doesn't know what to do with her hands. She feels self-conscious, like she should be doing... something. She just leaves her hands where they lay on the table, drumming her fingers lightly out of nerves.]

[corven]

Most stories of reality are not happy ones. I've lived in the City of Angels a long time, I am used to sad stories. Do tell if you don't mind.

[ He means LA but his LA is ... pretty much hell. He had spoke as he shuffled the cards lifting them up.] And pick a card too.

[quixotically]

Well... [she says slowly as she considers the spread of cards he's offering.] Where I'm from, the... [Eh. She doesn't think about it for too long before she reaches out and just grabs a card at random.] About two hundred years ago, the world blew itself up. Nuclear war -- The Great War. It, uh... It didn't really last very long. But... Life finds a way, and all that.

[corven]

My world was heading that way. The sun could rarly shine through the constant smog.

[ He spoke as he motioned to the card.] Memorize it but do not show me.

[ he sat the deck before her.] Then shuffle it back in, and do continue.

[quixotically]

[Elle is very good at memorizing things. She's probably going to remember what card she drew for two weeks.

Meanwhile, she's not really sure what to talk about, so she just... rambles.]

The City of Angels... um... Los Angeles, right? [She has to remember the history she's been able to glean through what cultural osmosis she had.] Where I'm from... It's called the Boneyard now. Angel's Boneyard. It's deep in NCR territory. Er... That'd be the New California Republic. [A beat.] There's a group based out of the Boneyard... The Followers of the Apocalypse. Doctors and teachers and scientists and the like, working together to try to make life better for people. They have a university there... I think it's the only one I've ever heard of, after the War.

[corven]

Yes, people rarely use it's true name anymore.

[ He nodded listening to her speak. He looked a little worried. For the world to have gone that way it must have been a terrible way to grow.]

When was the war?