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[leavemariaalone]

[he's been fiddling with this thing for quite some time, and has managed to flick on the voice transmission]

--is this? Surely some kind of box, I would think...

[fiddle fiddle, there might be static when his hands go over the speakers and only half-hit switches, until he sighs and sets the technology on the ground rather gently, mind you]

...I suppose this is a dream of some sort. [he kinda groans] Awful place, really.

[not to mention he's still aching from the war]

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[quietnorth.livejournal.com]

[Trolling by the Hanse, speaking a similar language, and occupation have given him a decent handle on German. So.]

...Austria? This place isn't so much a dream. But technology might seem that way.

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Nothing like this exists in the real world, I assure you. [he's quite sure of himself, the most advanced thing he's seen is a navigational clock, not that he...particularly needs one]

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[quietnorth.livejournal.com]

...Not yet, in your time. When'd you come from?

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

It's 1763...as it is everywhere else.