First transmission

[dont_touchmyshit]

A. [ Action | Outside 3476 Erwin Street ]

[Aria has not had a pleasant morning. On top of waking up to find herself in a strange place, in stranger clothes and an even stranger body beside a random human male she now also has no pants. After having a minor panic attack at how disgustingly primitive everything in the house is she's stolen her husbands pants, stolen a jacket and decided to figure out where she is and what the meaning of all of this is.]

B. [ Action| Olney's Tavern ]

[After being slightly unsettled by the ant-like conformity of Erwin Street, Aria has found the Tavern. If the shouting isn't loud enough to be heard by passers by then she certainly can be heard inside the bar giving the drone a piece of her mind about his service.]

C. [ Action| John Doe Park]

[Seeing as she has no where better to be and the biggest open space happens to be the park, hopefully she can find someone here that isn't going to berate her for wearing pants or wanting a drink.]

Comments

[dont_touchmyshit]

Dinosaur...hm...

[Give her a moment she has 650 years of information in that head of hers.]

I believe it's some giant kind of lizard? Then again nothing in this place seems to make much sense, as you've said.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Spot on mate. Like a giant lizard. It waddled around and brought people on my street fish. No idea what for. Good eatin', but other than that...

Anyway. Place is awful, an' yer unfortunately stuck here jus' like the rest of us.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Well that is strange but I wouldn't consider it anything that terrible.

I think I'll be able to handle it, if dinosaurs delivering fish is one of the worst things here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Actually that was a good day.

Bad days are when there's zombies, or clones of people you thought ya knew. Or even aliens landing and blowing up half th' town.

[dont_touchmyshit]

The last one I've dealt with personally, which is never a good option in any place.

Zombies and clones, well, I guess I'll take it in stride, either that or drop dead. In this body it seems more possible that I'd do that, might be a better option than some others.

Guess I should look into getting a gun.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't worry too much about it, you'll come back if ya die. It just takes a while.

There's a gun store, but all you'll be able t' get is 1950's handguns pretty much. Better than nothin' I suppose. Have a rifle from there I'm taking apart and modifying.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Great, just what I wanted to hear.

So I'll be able to get antiques, everything else here is antiquated so I guess it'll fit right in.

[Now she's curious about him modifying the rifle.]

Knowing the type of guns I assume are here, I'm sure you could get creative with modifications.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I had a ... teammate, here before who was good with that kind of stuff. Made me a nice new scope for it, but he seems t' 'ave vanished. Shame.

Right now I'm jus' taking it apart and putting it back together so it don't hit me in the face when I reload. None of 'em here are made for people who are left-handed like me.

[dont_touchmyshit]

That is unfortunate, at the least you have a scope to add to your rifle.

This town is so... ancient. They still make guns that aren't ambidextrous?

[bye_to_yer_head]

They make handguns that way. Not rifles.

I'm almost afraid t' ask what year yer from.

[dont_touchmyshit]

If you really want to know, 2183 CE in Earth's calendar.

At least handguns are ambidextrous, not all hope is lost then.

[bye_to_yer_head]

2183.

Strewth mate. Though I guess that explains a bit about why yer normally blue.

This ain't too far off from me. I'm from 1968.

[dont_touchmyshit]

[She'll shake her head, not believing this at all.]

Yes, I'm an alien as most humans would phrase it.

1968. Seems everyone I meet here is from the past.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Wait'll ya meet th' blokes from the 1500's. Then you'll feel really advanced.

[dont_touchmyshit]

I think I was born around then, or shortly after.

I can't wait to meet them, they'll probably chase me with torches and pitchforks. Either that or claim me as a god, I think that's happened a few times before.

[bye_to_yer_head]

After th' talking ponies being an alien or blue won't be too much of a shock.

Wait.. Yer like.. 1500 years old?

[dont_touchmyshit]

... You're bad at math aren't you?

2183-1500= 683.

I'm not that old, about 650 actually but thirty years doesn't make much of a difference.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Math ain't exactly my thing.

.... It normal t' live that long in the future?

[dont_touchmyshit]

For Asari, my race, we live lifespans of about a thousand years, sometimes longer. Humans, you tend to max out around a hundred and fifty. Some push it and get to a hundred and seventy but it's not common.

[bye_to_yer_head]

An' here I was feeling old at 37.

[dont_touchmyshit]

You have life to live yet, 37 is rather young.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I suppose it is. Though in my line 'f work I'll be lucky t' make it to fifty, much less retirement age.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Unfortunate, then again, in my line of work people tend to drop dead all of the time. Job hazard really.

[bye_to_yer_head]

But it's a good job mate. S'worth it.

If yer lookin' fer a weapon th' gun store is Downtown.

*Vague directions here because the gun store isn't on the locations page and mun can't exactly remember where it's supposed to be.*

But don't be shocked if they treat ya like dirt. This place has some strange ideas about gender roles.

[dont_touchmyshit]

As long as the job is worth it then I guess you can't complain.

Don't even get me started on that, I was about to snap the bartenders neck with my bare hands for his attitude. If he gives me the same attitude I might, it wouldn't be the first time someones questioned me.