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[A click. There's darkness, and shuffling, the sound of water being splashed around, and a very soft, very gentle curse.

Then a few seconds of silence... before the screen blasts white. It takes a second for the phone to adjust to the light itself, and when it does, blue skies and an upside down Genessia city are broadcast for a decent minute, before the screen is finally angled up at the holder.

A young man, dressed as if he'd tumbled out of some dark Victorian based funeral parlor, white as a sheet thanks to his own panic and confusion.]

... It must still be a dream...

[Apparently, he's not entirely aware of what he's looking at or what the hell its doing, because in short order that phone is flipped over to get a good look at some expensive looking boots as he decides to just... take this all one goddamn step at a time and deduce what the ever loving fuck this thing is.]

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[You could turn it into a drinking game, but you might be dead in about three days.

He's gracelessly crumpled near a bench, indeed truly and fully out cold.

The water does not help.

His mood. It doesn't help his mood, it does help wake him up with a sputter and cry, sluggishly trying to get water out of his fucking face.

ROOD]

[Enis doesn't wait for him to speak. She lifts his shoulders so that he's sitting up and then presses the half empty water bottle into his palm.]

Drink it.

[It's cold which makes it unpleasant on faces but delicious to drink.]

[He'd have a billion questions about what the fuck this bottle was made out of, and after a moment of mindlessly crinkling it about for a moment, actually did, in fact, take a drink.

Definitely delicious to drink, especially considering how dry his mouth had just gotten.

A pause, a breath-]

I'd hoped I'd wake up.

[It's not gonna happen, kiddo]

[Enis watches him, her expression flat but patient.]

Sorry to disappoint you.

Can you stand?

It isn't you that is disappointing-

[He had to take a moment, but he did, indeed, get to his feet, swaying and white]

Yes... for now.

[Enis reaches out to hold him in place. She sucks at emotions but she isn't heartless, much to her own disappointment. Not caring would make her life significantly easier.]

Easy.

[Her voice softens and for a moment almost sounds sweet.]

Come with me. We'll get you somewhere safe where you can sit.

[She's gonna take him to newbie housing.]

[Sit down and think and get his brain back together again, yes this all sounded like a good idea to Ichabod, honestly.

There was a short, curt nod, and he moved to gently rest a hand on her shoulder to steady himself.

No shame in that, it was rather something he'd just gotten used to doing after a while]

OF course.

[Enis takes his hand off her shoulder and places it on her arm. If he's going to hold on then he's going to do it where she can catch him if he falls. It just feels practical.]

This way.

They're kind enough to provide housing to those who first wake up. Give you time to adjust.

[Though a month doesn't feel like enough. Even though Enis is supposed to be out of the newbie housing by now she's still there and sometimes sleeps in the library. Okay, she needs a job. She gets that.]

[The cramped conditions of living in New York, at least, will have prepared him well for this. On top of that, heaven knows seeing an apartment full of things like microwaves, ovens, televisions and electric lights will probably keep him comfortable and happy in the beginner apartments for a long time.]

It is a great deal nicer than what I might have expected in similar situations.

[Being kidnapped didn't usually mean a free comfortable room with some spending money and an escort]

Does this happen to you often?

[Enis asks with an arc of her brow. She can't image his reaction being what it was if this was a common occurrence.]

Fainting?

[He knew that was what she meant. Most people didn't even question it anymore but then, hey no one here knew him]

... Yes. It is.

[It's embarrassing.]

Maybe you should carry a pillow with you.

[It's all Enis can think to say in reply to him. She has no idea why he keeps fainting but if he can land somewhere soft then she supposes that it's okay.]

We're almost there.

[She points to the boring looking building in front of them.]

[His face turned a vague pink]

It is not that acute a condition.

[At least they're almost there. The building isn't really that boring to him, considering the style certainly isn't anything that was here and about around the 19th century.

He pauses to get a good look at it, mystified for a moment, before heading along to go in]

How am I to know what room is mine?

[Enis rolls her shoulders in a shrug. She doesn't see why he has cause to get nervous about anything.]

You pick one that's empty.

[She pauses at a door, picking a place on the first floor.]

How about here?

Any one that's-

[Well okay, but that was going to be a nightmare for the landlord.

But if any room would do, then yes, this one was perfect, and he nodded, reaching to get the door.

Specifically for both of them, but with her in mind. One opened doors for ladies, of course]

It will be fine, thank you.

[Enis eyes him cautiously before stepping inside and gesturing towards the couch.]

Sit.

[He can look around the place later, for now Enis wants to make sure he's not going to pass out again. As he takes a seat she rummages through one of the draws until she finds a small flash light.]

I'm going to make sure you don't have a concussion.

[Sit. That would have been an easy order, had he not started laying eyes on the apartment itself. He sat, sure.

Then the second she turns around with the flash light, he's clearly not sitting anymore.

There's a television in this room and he's sort of entranced by it. Hasn't even turned it on, but he's far too busy trying to play with it than, you know...

sit.

Sorry, Enis]

[Enis walks over to him and pulls him away from the TV.]

Stop making helping so difficult.

[She attempts to force him to settle on the couch.]

After this I'll answer and explain whatever tech related questions you have so you don't electrocute yourself. [Yeah, she sees that happening.]

I'm not-

[Back down on the couch, offended that he wasn't allowed to continue poking at the television for another few minutes.]

What is that?

[Enis sits on the coffee table and holds his head still.]

I want you to keep look at my eyes. I'm going to shine the light to see how your pupils dilate. [As she works she decides to answer his question. Anything to keep his ass on the seat.]

That's a television set. Development began in the 1900's and it's able to transmit video and audio for the purposes of entertainment and information. It runs on electricity which will hurt you if you start poking around the wires. Think of it like being struck by lightning.

[When she's done she sits back and exhales.]

It doesn't look like you have a concussion.

[He somewhat knows the procedure of checking for a concussion. There's of course, no goddamn flashlights, so he almost doesn't even listen to the request to look her in the eye, attempting to follow the light instead.

Thankfully, he's not that easily distracted, and manages to take the order just fine as she explains what the hell the thing hanging on the wall is]

I know what electricity is.

[Snippy, yes, but looking dumb wasn't a thing Ichabod liked.]

What I don't know is the word 'video'.

[Which took a lot of humility for him to say so be proud]

[It takes Enis a lot of effort not to roll her eyes at him. Then again, she'd spent most of her life in a room, never seeing the outside world. If it hadn't been for the internet then she'd be just as lost as he is now.]

Video is like a moving picture.

[Enis explains in an even voice.

While she doesn't believe in stupid questions, she thinks that people who don't know shit should ask.]

[Which in turn brings up more questions, and he indeed opens his mouth to ask them...

Before realizing he's never going to actually leave this room ever again if he brings up a question every time the first one is answered.

Welp]

I-

... I see. Alright.

[He'll just have to turn on the television later and suss out what this garbage is]

As in what this device was showing earlier?

[He gestures to his phone]

Yes.

[Enis will answer his questions, until she gets bored.]

Then is it all conveyed in real time?

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