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[ the tablet is sat in Elizabeth's lap, she hasn't worked out really how it works beyond hitting buttons until something seemed to happen. Which she's frowning so at it then far too pleased with herself when it seems to do what she wants it to. ]

How on earth do they make the little images move -- ? [ but it is no real, matter. She's learning to just accept the fact she doesn't understand how half this stuff works ] I've a few questions that I cannot ascertain simply from watching if I may be so bold... [ she licks her lips briefly before continuing. ] ... where does one find material to make clothes from? As I've yet to make sense of the items I find here made already, but the clothes I arrived in are... not fitting for most daily activities. [ It had only one layer of clothing and... no. No that seems wrong and strange and not at all decent. ]

As well as... [ she lent her head on her hand as she hummed. Making requests is strange, there ought to be people swarming about her, accompanying her wherever she went but now there isn't and its so odd to ask. ] Would I be able to request someone to take a walk about the city with me? Someone who is familiar with the times, so to speak, as I find myself unable to make sense of very much of it. England was a very different place to me, and I cannot make heads nor tails of her now. I do not ever recall her raining so much. [ and she smiles very briefly. ]

My thanks for your time.

[ ooc: my mistake, this should read as coming from Victoria Guildford. forgot to add it in, all my apologies for the confusion. ]

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Haven't you worked out yet I don't have any of those things? It's a palace, and it's stuff number in the hundreds. It may as well be its own cities. All that you see in this place? It does not exist to me before I came here. [ a pause and she bites her lip. ] Unless you are genuinely interested in how our kitchens function. Or you are playing some game that I do not know. [ Having none of your shit thank you very much. ]

I was not a lady in waiting, you cannot enter court until you are sixteen, or at least it is custom. [ Elizabeth's head tilted to the side, confused once more. But that wasn't new in this conversation. ] It was not quite like that. My mother has long been dead, and my father said that I was near enough an adult now, that I was allowed to drink wine instead of ale as children do. I drank myself right under the table.

[ Oh good, that relieves her, because a war so terrible should never be forgotten. ]

Yes, exactly so. They came together because peace needed to be had in the way peace is needed here. So much suffering cannot simply go one.

No. No games happening here. [He holds up his hands to show his innocence.] Just not very used to palaces. I am technically homeless, so it's like I've got the opposite situation that you have going on.

[But hold on. Back up a bit.] So... children can drink ale? Like any children? Younger than teenagers children? Because I have to tell you, I am regretting my common heritage if that's the case. I've missed out.

[And to think his teachers said he never learned anything...]

No, it cannot. But from what I'm understanding this all quite recent for you. Or least you're talking like it. So these 1400s... were they long ago?

I should hope not. [ Homeless commoners? That's usual enough, really, in the end. Especially if they were the sons of labour workers. ] Could you not take to soldiering? I am told that is a common past time of those without work.

[ Elizabeth nods, it's not the first time she's heard the surprise about drinking and at what age it occurs. ] Commoners as well, drink ale and beer. Water is a poor thing to drink and most prefer ale.

[ It's paying off now... ]

If they say this is near the twenty first century, it's been a good five hundred years to my calculations.

Join the army? Me? [He laughs at that suggestion.] I don't think they'd have me even if I did want to. I've had a few minor legal difficulties in my time. And to be honest I'm more of a lover than a fighter anyway.

[Considering this.] Then it sounds very much like I was born in the wrong time. Fuck the 20th century. Fuck the 21st. If I ever time travel, I'm taking my younger self and I'm plonking him right down int he middle of the 16th century.

[ She's a little confused again. ] Does not your Lord carry armaments should the need arise? Most soldiers I have made the acquaintance of, are the most rough of men. [ to put it lightly. Rape and pillage is a very real threat that comes with standing armies. ] There ought to be a great deal of Militia that would take any kind of man regardless of what he has done. In some cases especially for his acts of violence.

[ Which is a little more than a lady in waiting ought to know, but never mind that. ]

It would seem so. Though if you find decent ale in any place, do tell me where. People keep giving me tea for some strange reason. I've no idea why.

I don't... I don't have a lord, though. [She's not the only one who's confused.] Anyway, who said anything about violence? I'm a more or less peaceful man. I've never been convicted for attacking someone, except for one time, and strictly speaking that weren't even me.

[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.]

I'll tell you what. Let's have a little deal, you and me. To maximise our chances of finding alcohol. If I find anything, I'll let you know. Only you've got to promise that if you do then you'll tell me. And you'll keep some. I know how sneaky you royals can be.

[Because ladies-in-waiting count as royalty, right?]

You do not have a lord? [ She repeated it rather dumbly, because how can he not have a Lord if he is English? What. ] It just seems strange that a army would not let you enter is more what I wonder at. But if war and scholarly pursuits are not your fancy, there is always farming.

[ frowning. ] How can it not be you that committed the crime? Were you framed? [ it happens often enough. ]

[ It's a compliment sort of but if she's intent on keeping this charade up... ] I am no royal. Nor shall I ever be. [ cough. ] But you have yourself a deal.

Don't think many folk do by the time you get to the future. It's all a little bit outdated. We only keep the queen around so we have someone we can stick their face on money. Same with farming. I'd rather just live on benefits, if I'm honest with you. I appreciate the help and everything. I just can't be bothered working when there's nothing that catches me interest.

[Why can't he ever keep his mouth shut? He needs to stop talking. He has to think on his answer before he responds. He knows he can't give her the truth.] Let's just say I have a brother who looks a lot like me.

Well, I'm glad you agree. Good luck with your hunting. I could use a good piss up.

But how is the country governed if not by the nobility? Who protects and guides you? [ She was getting a sickening feeling in her heart. No, no that was wrong, this was all wrong. ] I mean this with no disrespect to you, but why should anyone support you, or anyone at all, if they are not willing to help themselves?

[ Even the nobility had to do accounts, workout the best way to turn a profit on farmlands, create trade that others could take advantage of it. Then there was court, and if anyone thought that was as easy as it looked, they were wrong. ]

I am sorry that he should be used against you in such a way. [ not the first time she'd heard that sort of thing happening either... ]

It'll be decent if I find it, I don't enjoy drink tavern house swill. [ bluntbluntblunt. ]

By the government. They do a shit job of it, but they can't be any worse than a monarch, can they? They aren't usually inbred, politicians, so that's a mark in their favour.

[He glances around as though someone might here, then drops his voice to a stage whisper.] All right, don't go spreading it... but I am supposed to be doing something. They just make it too easy to work around it. All you have to do, right, is fill in this little book they've given you. Say you've handed in your CV a few places. Sometimes it's just as well to give out a few little letters asking shops and that if they've got jobs going. Just in case they check up. Not good ones, otherwise they might hire you. But anyway, all you've got to do is fill in your book thing, show it off at the job centre every fortnight, then they'll give you a bit of cash to last you a couple of weeks. Job done. Only trouble is they start pulling you in every week once you've been on it a while so's they can hassle you about getting a job quicker.

[Wow. Way to limit yourself. Rudy shakes his head.]

Now, there's nowt wrong with swill. If you find something that's not to your liking, make sure you don't go wasting it. You give your Uncle Rudy a call, he'll take care of it.

[ She could stomach a lot about this place, but, that that was too much. ] I do beg your pardon, what did you say of royalty? [ No one spoke that about her family. ] They could be a great deal worse than a King. [ rood. ]

[ She's liking this less and less, every word of it turns her stomach. This was not how things ought to be run at all. Is this what was to become of her home. But she can't speak not by the time he's finished, all that would come out of her mouth is vile, so she holds it, unless she were to give herself away. ]

I am sure you will. [ her eyebrow goes up, amused. If only faintly, because its that or loose her cool completely. ]

Edited (cannot type good things at all apparently) 2013-08-10 08:47 (UTC)

Well, they all had sex with their cousins, didn't they? Sort of... muddles up your thinking. Coming from that sort of background.

[He smiles apologetically, though he seems quite oblivious to how much she disapproves of what he's saying.]

[ She's being curt, too much to the point. ] No, they did not. Not if it could be at all helped. Marriages defined countries relations, the welfare of the people in both nations, no less.

Edited 2013-08-11 00:11 (UTC)

That's not what Richard Saunders told me...

[Perhaps he would have done better in history if he'd listened to the teacher instead.]

I am a member of a royal court and have seen many such matches personally, and no cousin is married lesser than two lines apart, if you take my meaning. Apart from that, quite often, neither woman nor man has very much in the way of a choice of in the matter. What matters is the fate of their countries.

[ And all the while, some broken voice babbled that even when there was, it didn't matter even if there was a choice. A husband and wife could hate each other within a year even if they did begin with all the world.

But marriage never made her stable in the way of conversation. It made her rash and cruel and so liable to lash out. ]

Edited (wow I cannot olden speak when tired, ffff, sorry about not making sense...) 2013-08-14 15:36 (UTC)

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