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[ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]

[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!

Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

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[ sharpe doesn't like the books. they alarm him. they upset him. they shouldn't work. they are impossible things. and so, for the most part, although he has listened and (slowly-painfully-troublingly) read, he has never replied.

not until now.

it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]

...Filtering, Miss Molly?

Edited 2012-03-24 21:12 (UTC)

[Molly smiles at the response - it seems he was still here then, and she was glad to hear from him since he was.

But apparently she was back to "Miss" again.]

Apparently you can write in a code that directs your message to just one person or to a group of people so that you don't have to bother the entire network when you want to talk to someone.

[Pause a beat. Smile.]

And hello.

Like addressing a letter?

[ all too late, he realizes he should say hello in return. ]

[He really should have, but Molly isn't offended.]

Yes, like addressing a letter. And the better the filter you can make, the more private the letter stays.

[ god, but she makes him feel like he's the one who arrived a day behind.

there's a pause, then: ] Sounds like a considerable skill.

[The familiarity with the internet probably helps here - after all, she has brothers and sisters who can use it.

Her tone now is somewhat wry.]

More considerable than I've been able to come up with so far.

With as hard a head as yours? [ a beat. ] You'll suss it out, lass.

[ GASP - oh no he didn't. Well, by the way she's laughing, he probably did. ]

Did you just call me hard-headed?

No, ma'am. I did no such thing. The question was practically rhe-- rhe-...[ rhetorical, dammit. ]

You made that bloody leap yourself.

[Still so clearly amused.]

I'm not sure if I've been complimented or insulted. And after so short an evaluation!

[That last bit is said clearly in mock-offense.]

Which would you rather be?

Oh, complimented. [She admits it easily, still grinning.]

But even complimented, I think you're insulting me. You might be underestimating my faults.

[Just hard-headed? Please. She should at least be rated 'stubborn as an ox.']

A man can't underestimate what he doesn't know. Yet.

[Oh, very smooth, Mr. Sharpe. She's tempted to flirt back and with interest, but instead she gives a low laugh.]

Touche.

[See? Look! French.]

Bloody hell, you don't speak the whole language. Do you?

[Diversion: Success!]

Who, me? Nah, French isn't a specialty.

[Latin, on the other hand...]

[ sharpe only knows enough to take an enemy officer's parole and, perhaps, to give his own. though he'd never care to. ]

I'd hope not. It's a daft language. And to imagine all the folks in the future walking around, speaking it...

[Molly chuckles.]

Well, we could all be 'daft' in the future anyway.

[Certainly just about everyone she knew was, a little.]

Seems likely.

[ a pause. ] Know any Spanish, Molly?

Un poco? A very little.

[Thanks to having six younger siblings and Dora the Explorer...]

Maravilloso.

[ perhaps he couldn't read so well -- in english or spanish. but he had picked up quite a bit of the language over time. only he found he had to concentrate to make the language stick. weird.

he didn't know about the translating effects of this place. ]

[Indeed, the words feel thick and heavy on the tongue. While a few things could shift through the translator - or implanted language, Molly wasn't sure - it was evident whatever was laid upon them wasn't too happy with the effort. It made Molly want to try to do it more.

But she shouldn't drag him into it.]

In big cities, like where I live, you get all different sorts of people, so it's easy [and important] to pick up little bits of language.

Aye. You pick'em up in the army, as well. Weren't even back on British soil for...five or so years, Molly, before I went back a few months ago. [ and before that five-years-ago return home, he'd been in india for another six. ]

The locals don't always care to speak English. [ understandable, really. ]

[She wondered if some of the locals he was talking about even knew English. But. Best not to go there, really.]

Really? Where were you?

[ generally, sharpe had been impressed with how quickly the locals picked up all sorts of languages. most -- in spain, especially -- had welcomed the british army as the ousted the french.

the british, after all, paid for their billets. ]

Copenhagen. But only briefly, lass. Then Portugal and Spain for the last few years.

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