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[In 304, a nun in an ash stained provincial dress and a half elf from the Times of Yore are crowded around a tablet propped up at the table. By the expressions ranging from serious to annoyed, some sort of argument has just taken place between the two of them.

Rosette is the one to address the network, as if proving a point in the simple asking.]

So! Hypothetically, if someone were going on a mission and needed to blend into the turn of the millennium, average working class crowd... what would you wear?

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[overclocking]

[He sets the bag down and pulls his coat off, scattering raindrops everywhere.]

You seem to be in a good mood.

[hyanaimne]

[she even has her hood down]

. . . I do?

[overclocking]

You do. [Doesn't really elaborate beyond that, instead busying himself with hanging up the coat and then moving to pluck the bag off the coffee table and whisk it onto the (mostly intact) kitchen counter.]

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have gotten more food.

[hyanaimne]

[she leans back in her seat, watching him for a moment before speaking up]

That isn't necessary.

[overclocking]

[He doesn't seem about to argue, perhaps because he can't actually afford to feed more people. He has a kitchen to repair. And clothing to buy.

Apparently.]

Already eat?

[hyanaimne]

[she shrugs her shoulder]

No, but I will not eat your food.

[overclocking]

I hope you plan to eat eventually, though. It's getting late.

[He unpacks the contents of the bag, which honestly looks a lot like what two unemployed people living on a budget should. This is why he does the shopping.]

What are you doing here, anyway? I didn't realize you two were friends.

[hyanaimne]

I will when I return to my flat.

[it's a lie; she won't eat until the following afternoon, at the earliest. Though at the question . . . she shrugs, waving a hand]

Did she not tell you? We have a mission.

[overclocking]

—They finally gave you an apartment of your own?

[#PRIORITIES]

[hyanaimne]

Yes, finally.

I am on the fourth floor.

[overclocking]

That's great! I'm glad to hear it. The training room didn't look very comfortable.

[hyanaimne]

[she gives a shrug]

It did not bother me.

[overclocking]

Still, an improvement is an improvement. Plus, it means you have a kitchen of your own.

[He says, standing in the bombed out wreckage of his own. Don't take this shit for granted.]

[hyanaimne]

A kitchen I've no idea how to use, you mean.

[she pauses, then shrugs] I do not need to use it anyway. I do not eat many things that need to be cooked.

[overclocking]

... You don't eat your meat raw, do you?

That's not healthy.

[hyanaimne]

[she raises an eyebrow, bemused]

I do not eat meat, period.

[overclocking]

[VEGETARIANISM: a new concept]

... Then what do you eat?

[hyanaimne]

Fruits and vegetables, nuts . . . [she gives a shrug] I am not picky as long as it isn't meat.

Though in the event that I've no choice, I do eat it. Unfortunately.

[overclocking]

... That sounds a lot like what birds eat.

[He shrugs. She's clearly not human, so... maybe that's just how her species does things. Maybe she's part-bird. He doesn't actually know.]

Do you at least want tea or water or something?

[hyanaimne]

I am not a bird . . .

[meat was disgusting and it looked disgusting and it smelt disgusting to her, so what]

Tea would be nice . . . please.

[overclocking]

[He raises an eyebrow, apparently impressed by her use of such words as please. Still, he's glad she accepted at least that much, because he'd feel rather bad otherwise.

He stands on his tiptoes to fetch the kettle from one of the overhead cabinets (newly re-installed since she's last been there), then sets about filling it with water and starting the stovetop.]

[hyanaimne]

[she ducks her head at the look and busies herself with her tablet instead. She could be polite, if she wanted to, or if it warranted it . . .

While Chrono works on tea, Tempest resumes looking up the various things mentioned to her and Rosette in their post. Jeans, sweatshirts . . . there wasn't much, but it seemed like too much to her]

[overclocking]

[She probably doesn't notice his return until he sets a small, steaming mug of tea on the coffee table in front of her. It's not very good tea by any stretch of the imagination, such is the fare here, but it's at least aromatic.

He peers down at the tablet as he straightens up, eying the clothing there.]

What do you think?

[hyanaimne]

[she starts a bit and glances up, looking from Chrono to the tea and then back. She gives a shrug and shows him what she's looking at - tee shirts, and a variety of styles, colors, and . . . other things]

I haven't a clue.

[overclocking]

[He leans back down again, squinting incredulously at the tablet.]

Are those... shirts?

I've never seen shirts like that before.