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[Hearing someone describe their home like that, it’s clear just how much he loved growing up there.] So your home is… more ‘open’ than the city?

[That’s an odd way of putting it. He gives her a slightly puzzled look.] Y-yes, you could say that. But it’s not my home anymore. [Smiles a little] I’ve m-made a place for myself in the city now. And what about you, Miss Veda? Where did you move from?

I did not move from anywhere. [Smiles faintly] This city is home. [Everything, everyone, she knows, is here. That by itself makes it easy enough to claim the city as home.]

[Funny, he could have sworn she’d said she’d only lived here for the last five months. But, maybe he misheard – he decides not to press the issue for the moment, since she seems nice.] I know what you mean. I was, heh [embarrassed as he remembers] very shy w-when I first came here. B-but then I met my fiancee, and she’s helped me to get out more.

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So it is close by? [Smiles at that – if it’s near enough to the city she might be able to visit one day, while Mike is busy.] What kind of village?

[Smiling a little more himself. She may be awkward, but she seems nice.] Well, l-like I said, it’s small. It’s s-surrounded by farmland, and woods … [He goes on to describe the place a little more] I grew up there.

[Hearing someone describe their home like that, it’s clear just how much he loved growing up there.] So your home is… more ‘open’ than the city?

[That’s an odd way of putting it. He gives her a slightly puzzled look.] Y-yes, you could say that. But it’s not my home anymore. [Smiles a little] I’ve m-made a place for myself in the city now. And what about you, Miss Veda? Where did you move from?

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Yeah, really. [That hesitance wasn’t really a good sign, one that makes him hold onto his computer mouse a little tighter, but he continues on.] I’m actually getting paid to play! And it’s not just going down to the park and having people drop bills in my case, it’s actual work.

[Despite his worries, he is proud when he hears that. Jack knows all too well how hard it is to make a living through art, and the news that his son is succeeding in doing so is wonderful, even if it’s happening in another time and place.] Oh. Oh, that’s great! [From his tone, he means it this time] So where are you going to be working? At a club, or with a group, or what?

[Hearing the sincerity in his dad’s voice just makes the decision to accept the job even better, and Ulric grins, crossing his legs beneath his laptop.] At a club, one of the fancier places, accompanying the main singer. It’s kinda fun, actually, even if playing with more than one other person is still weird.

[Smiles as he listens] I know what you mean. It can be hard to figure out how to make your style work with someone else’s. [He thinks of the few times he’s collaborated with other painters, and some of the drama that ensued (on the other person’s part, of course!) when visions clashed.] Mind if I ask who the singer is? [He doubts he’ll recognize the name, since he wasn’t exactly into the music and clubbing scene back then, but he’s curious]

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[Future set] Found a job!

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Really? That’s … er, that’s great, Ulric. [Not sure what else to say. He wasn’t happy about the whole idea of Ulric going back in time in the first place, and hoped he’d get it out out of his system quickly and come home. Now it seems that’s not going to happen.] So what’s the job?

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Yeah, really. [That hesitance wasn’t really a good sign, one that makes him hold onto his computer mouse a little tighter, but he continues on.] I’m actually getting paid to play! And it’s not just going down to the park and having people drop bills in my case, it’s actual work.

[Despite his worries, he is proud when he hears that. Jack knows all too well how hard it is to make a living through art, and the news that his son is succeeding in doing so is wonderful, even if it’s happening in another time and place.] Oh. Oh, that’s great! [From his tone, he means it this time] So where are you going to be working? At a club, or with a group, or what?

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Do? [Actually has to pause to consider the question] I do not actually… have a job, if that is what you are asking. Although… what is ‘Anderson’s Field’?

[Raises an eyebrow, but then, Anderson’s Field is pretty small. If she’s new to the city, she may not have heard of it.] It’s a town. Well, m-more like a village; it’s very small. On the outskirts of the city. [He’s still puzzled by her way of speaking. There’s shy and socially awkward, and then there’s this.]

So it is close by? [Smiles at that – if it’s near enough to the city she might be able to visit one day, while Mike is busy.] What kind of village?

[Smiling a little more himself. She may be awkward, but she seems nice.] Well, l-like I said, it’s small. It’s s-surrounded by farmland, and woods … [He goes on to describe the place a little more] I grew up there.

Pictor

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It is nice to meet you as well. [Though how, she has yet to figure out. So far nothing has happened, so staying should prove to be similar.] No, I have been here for… five months, now.

Really? Th-that’s kind of neat. I only moved here b-back in November. From Anderson’s Field. [Awkward smile as he tries to make conversation] S-so, what do you do?

Do? [Actually has to pause to consider the question] I do not actually… have a job, if that is what you are asking. Although… what is ‘Anderson’s Field’?

[Raises an eyebrow, but then, Anderson’s Field is pretty small. If she’s new to the city, she may not have heard of it.] It’s a town. Well, m-more like a village; it’s very small. On the outskirts of the city. [He’s still puzzled by her way of speaking. There’s shy and socially awkward, and then there’s this.]

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I… [Pauses, collecting herself] I am Veda. [None of her memories from before were of someone with a personality like this. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as difficult or dangerous as she’d let herself believe.]

N-nice to meet you, Miss Veda. [He still can’t imagine why the Powers that Be wanted them to kiss] So … are you new in the city?

It is nice to meet you as well. [Though how, she has yet to figure out. So far nothing has happened, so staying should prove to be similar.] No, I have been here for… five months, now.

Really? Th-that’s kind of neat. I only moved here b-back in November. From Anderson’s Field. [Awkward smile as he tries to make conversation] S-so, what do you do?

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[Still blushing a little, but he feels a bit better now] I-it’s all right. [Weak chuckle] To tell the truth, I’m not keen on k-kissing someone I don’t know either. Sh-shall we forget it?

[Laughing nervously, eyes darting back and forth as she smiles weakly] If… if it is alright with you, then y-yes. That would be fine.

[Smiles, trying to reassure her. It’s a bit of a relief to see that she’s feeling just as awkward as he is.] Works for me. [Pauses] So, y-you know my name. May I ask yours?

I… [Pauses, collecting herself] I am Veda. [None of her memories from before were of someone with a personality like this. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as difficult or dangerous as she’d let herself believe.]

N-nice to meet you, Miss Veda. [He still can’t imagine why the Powers that Be wanted them to kiss] So … are you new in the city?

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[Still blushing a little, but he feels a bit better now] I-it’s all right. [Weak chuckle] To tell the truth, I’m not keen on k-kissing someone I don’t know either. Sh-shall we forget it?

[Laughing nervously, eyes darting back and forth as she smiles weakly] If… if it is alright with you, then y-yes. That would be fine.

[Smiles, trying to reassure her. It’s a bit of a relief to see that she’s feeling just as awkward as he is.] Works for me. [Pauses] So, y-you know my name. May I ask yours?