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[sub][b]Streets of Mantleville[/b][/sub]
[sub][b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Massasauga] Rebecca [@CitrusArms] Yumeiko no Yumi-chan[/sub]
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"[color=FFEEBB]Your rock is talking. Does it eat, too?[/color]"

"[color=ff0000]Um. No, Yumi...can I call you Yumi-chan? It's, uh, a phone.[/color]"

Oh god, she didn't know what a phone was, did she? Thank [i]god[/i] she heard someone speaking through it and got a clue what it was, or else it could've gotten REALLY awkward. Velvet had [i]just[/i] gotten a new phone, she wasn't keen on it getting broken somehow. She parroted the order into the receiver, chuckled at the bemused person on the other side--undoubtedly checking the dictionary on their phone because they were probably a kid with a summer job who didn't know what [i]agedashi dofu[/i] or [i]tonkatsu teishoku[/i] were--and finally hung the thing up.

"[color=ff0000]Modern communication device. Uses technology to talk to people anywhere in the world. Trust me, it surprised me at first too when I woke up.[/color]" 

It was almost enough for her to forget Wolverine Girl making fun of her [i]name?[/i] She shot her a look halfway between humor and hurt. "[color=ff0000]Coventry is just the place I was born, peasants didn't get last names back then. Changed my name to Velvet from what it originally was after a hundred and change years 'cause I was getting [i]real[/i] edgy, oh boy. And now I'm just used to it.[/color]"

Ah, but by that time Yumi-chan had moved on to something else. This version of her wasn't [i]quite[/i] as intelligent as [i]Yumeiko[/i] Yumeiko, was it...? Still, again, Velvet could empathize. "[color=ff0000]Yeah. The streets today are mostly for cars and people only walk on the sidewalks, because,[/color]" she jutted out a thumb at a car as it zipped past, "[color=ff0000]any normal person gets hit by one and it's lights out.[/color]"

They walked on a few more feet before Velvet realized she could finally get an answer for something she'd been wondering. "[color=ff0000]Hey, Yumi-chan. How old are you--or, uh, is Yumeiko, since I think you're technically different? Miyuki, too, how old is she? I'm a bit of a crotchety old lady myself, so I like knowing where I sit, y'know?[/color]"