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Kestrel's downstairs again, because her player is a sucker for punishment. Come talk to her, you know you want to!

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"Oh, no Miss Kestrel, I only arrived yesterday. My name Is Archie, Archie Kennedy. It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance."

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"Archie." She smiles, offering her hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you. Has someone given you the rules and all that yet?"

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*Instead of shaking her hand, he kisses it and not in a smarmy way, it's just good manners.*

"Yes, thank you. Isabel filled me in on all the basics when I arrived. MAy I ask where you are from, Miss?"

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Kestrel smiles at the courtly manners, eventually taking her hand back.

"Good to know I don't have to go over them, then. Isabel's a sweet girl. And I'm from Denver, Colorado, America, 2004, although it's soon to be Boston, Massachusetts. And yourself?"

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"Yes she is, she helped me out considerably whan I arrived. I'm a Lieutenant on the HMS Renown, the year of our Lord, 1801. I'm afraid I've never heard of Denver, although I'm familliar with Boston. It's a nice city for the Colonies." His father always called them 'the Collonies' and old habits die hard.

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"Lieutenant." She grins. "Fancy. Denver... I don't think Denver was around that much, two hundred some years ago for me." She chuckles. "It's... a whole lot further west, in America, than Boston is. All the way to the Rocky Mountains."

"So... lieutenant on a ship. Where do you sail?"

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"Oh, we sailed everywhere, it could be quite the adventure. When it wasn't being interrupted by long gastly streches of boredom. What do you do in Denver-soon-to-be-Boston?"

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"A lot of stuff that doesn't really happen in your when, I guess. I'm working in a toy store just at the moment, but I'll be doing computer tech support once I'm in Boston again."

She smiles ruefully.

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*Grins determinedly*

"Well, I'm not in my 'when' now, and I'm determined to learn about everything that has happened between then and now. At least as much as I can. Now. What's a computer?"

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She laughs. "Actually, I have one upstairs, if you want to wait just a minute..."

Grinning still, she makes her way upstairs to her room, to get her Christmas present from Jonathan. The laptop's a bit bulky, being a late-90's model, but she'd taken it home and gotten it upgraded a bit.

A minute or two later, she's back downstairs, looking for Archie again.

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*Looks at the object Kestrel's holding quizzically*

"What is that thing?"

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"This is a computer," she explains. "Well, a laptop. A type of computer. A guy here got it for me for a Christmas present a little while back."

She sets it up on the bar, and waits for it to boot up.

"They can do all sorts of things, really."

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"All sorts of things like what? It looks like a document case."

*He is interested, even though he's still back in the land of the abbacus*

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"Well, yeah, and it kind of is... it's too bad I don't have Internet access here, I could show you some even stranger things..."

The computer does, however, have mp3s, and the Sims, and all the other random software that comes on computers. She starts up a media player, randomly picking something instrumental, and turns the computer to face him, as harps start to play.

"A computer. Or magic, if you'd prefer."

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[ooc: Wrong journal, dearie. You wanna change this, I'm guessing? Lest people think a confused Yrael decided to pretend to be Archie...]