Mitheral

Shipwrecked (a 1920's MxF with a hint of Jules Verne and HG Wells)

“Uhm .. teacher? No, I wasn’t actually a teacher. I did do a little teacher assistant work and substitute teacher work. Plus as a grad student I mentored other students - which was a little awkward sometimes. I … graduated high school in my early teens. So I got an early start on college.” He frowned and seemed to concentrate. “But the question as to how I got here is fair enough. Thing is, it won’t make much sense. And it will make me sound utterly mad. But I can promise you this - my answer will be the truth.

“I discovered this island in 1400 AD. I returned in 1883 or 84? I forget exactly. I had a little trouble finding it … again. I had to be careful to avoid the locals and pirates. Every now and then pirates would blunder right into my island. I did my best to misdirect them. I swear that the rumors that some pirates can only find a place when they are drunk is true.” He chuckled a little annoyed. Then I returned here in 1919.” His eyes glittered with amusement. He seemed a little annoyed with himself.

Truth was, Duncan hadn’t really wanted to tell Adeline - or anyone for that matter - about what he was. But the dates he had just given were going to bring up more questions.

“1400 AD. I had to make sure I got here before anyone discovered the island. That meant I had to get here before the age of piracy…”

“As to your interests, they are more interesting than you might think. I saw more of the world by the time I was 11 than most people see their whole lives. Nice to meet a fellow traveller.” He gave a wry smile. “I visited Germany and - very briefly - Rome. I … flew there and back. Never actually travelled on a large ship across the ocean until I came here. Scariest damned trip I ever took. But I had my reasons for taking the risk. I also lived in what you will soon know as Turkey or the Republic of Turkey. They won’t be officially recognized until 1923. They just declared their independence and are throwing off the shackles of the sultanate.”

He stood up and looked down at her. He tried not to grin. “Okay, let’s get you measured for some new clothes. And … uhm .. yes, I was asking you to get naked. But you’ll be alone in the room. Just fold your stuff neatly and stand in the center of the room - with your sunglasses on.” He leaned down and scooped her up to keep her from having to walk. “And I will continue my explanation while you are getting scanned.”

Duncan might have been strange, but at least polite. And he was as good as his word about her being alone in the room. However, his voice carried through a speaker. He did a soundcheck, reminded her about the sunglasses - twice - before starting the scan. It was a strange experience. It was like taking a shower in light aimed from every direction. It felt a little like an invasion of privacy and perhaps a little perverse.

“Where was I? Oh right. Turkey. I lived there when they were celebrating their 50 years of independence. I visited the tomb of Ataturk - well, I don’t think he’s known by that name yet. He’s still known as Mustafa Kemal Pasha. Uhm I suppose it isn’t a good idea to talk about the tomb of a man who hasn’t passed away yet.

“I still haven’t quite answered your question yet. How did I come to be here. The answer isn’t a matter of where as when. Have you ever read any books by HG Wells. The Time Machine? I travelled to 1881 from the year 2020. I invented time travel. It began as sort of an accident. Again, I have already told you far more than I should. But you know that Great War? I call it World War I. There will be a World War II. World War II begins in 1939 after the Great Depression of the 1930’s. After World War II come the Korean War, then the start of the Cold War, then the Vietnam War. Finally the Cold War ends - without us destroying the world. But soon after that comes the conflicts in the Middle East - the War on Terror. Finally … World War III.”

Duncan was silent for a moment. “Okay, scan is complete. Go ahead and get dressed and you can join me to select the style of clothing you want. For outdoor work, though, I suggest jungle boots. Indoors, maybe some sneakers.” He laughed at the sound of the name of that latter. “Sneakers are … well, you’ll see. Easier to sneak around in.

“My turn I guess … oh wait … “ He looked around. “Hummm .. uh … I need to figure out where you are going to stay. I never expected guests - never planned for them. I don’t even have a couch. Just a bedroom and labs and greenhouses.”

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Almost managed to hit another driver ... and that was with me being careful. He was good enough to hit his horn. He didn't realize he wasn't parked straight. And the trailer on the other side of me was parked too close to my side as well. But it was the only spot left. That ... plus there was someone parked directly across from us sticking out too far. But I thanked the guy for blasting his horn and embarrassing me ... far better alternative than exchanging insurance info and taking accident pics. (Yes, I was serious about the thanks.) This is THE worst place I deliver to. They need a staging lot.

But I got put in a dock right away. So there's that. Looking on the bright side.

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Speaking of tablets, I need to update mine.

Had my own Oops today - sort of funny. I had been letting my beard grow out. It finally bugged me too much, so I decided to shave it off. I got half way through ... literally halfway ... and my electric razor died...

Been working on getting a second RP started to keep myself busy. It is based off ours, but assumes Duncan never met anyone before heading off on a solo yachting cruise. Then he gets shipwrecked in a freak Bermuda Triangle like storm. For him it is simply an annoyance. I mean, there are worse places to get lost than a tropical island ... right? Sort of a forced vacation.

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Cool deal. I actually got a notif. Thought they weren't working for forum based stuff. Maybe just the ooc works ... who knows. But looking forward. I am on one of those loads I hate to a place I hate. Still waiting for another driver to bring me the load. I am expecting him to be late.

Isla Nublar

Then
Westerly currents broad warmer waters to the east face of the island creating beaches along the East and most of the North face and even some passable terrain on the west face. The Southeast faces was mostly cliffs rendering a walk around the island impossible. The northeast face had the advantage of a reef.

Duncan’s arrival had been during a major storm. It had slammed him well onto the beach. And while most inexperienced mariners might not have thought of it, Duncan had dropped anchor as soon as he realized he was well and truly stuck. The least he could do was prevent the storm from washing the yacht away. The second thing he did was anchor mooring lines in hopes of preventing further damage. He was mostly successful. At least the yacht didn’t crack in half or splinter apart under the beating. A wooden ship would have. But his yacht was 3D printed from space age materials and double hulled in a honeycombed fashion. Even the glass viewport on the bottom survived.

If he hadn’t been worried about another storm he might have left the yacht right where it was and tried to repair it. But the gash was huge. Prolonged contact with seawater was going to damage some of the yacht’s guts. So instead he built a makeshift winch and sled. A single man managed to pull a 112 foot yacht out of the water and some 50 yards inland. It took him a full week to accomplish - amidst the occasional Maydays and sending up a drone on a tether with an LED strobe light. Once the sled was anchored he set to work over a period of another week to patch the gash in the hull and use the bilge pump to evacuate the water. The next two weeks he turned the yacht into a home. It pretty much had been already.

He had converted one of the bedrooms into a garden with tomatoes, eggplants, potatoes, spinach, cayenne peppers, and zucchini. He had brought other seeds, but found the drain on his water supply already too much. (Another bedroom was turned into a Lab so he could putter around with his postgraduate research. It even included a small cleanroom. But without a working computer …)

After a month with no rescue in sight, Duncan began to accept the inevitable conclusion that he needed to think long term. Duncan understood one thing about combatting loneliness. Allowing himself to be idle, to have no sense of purpose would only hasten his degradation. So he started a To Do list.

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Two years later.
Duncan stepped out onto the deck of the yacht. He had since built a dry dock that raised the yacht some 30 feet off the ground. He had replaced the patch in the torn hull with a far better one, sealed all the entries to keep bugs out. He had repaired the solar power, albeit at a reduced capacity. It was still plenty to run the solar distiller. There was nothing he could do about the computer. The storm had knocked that out. It meant that the yacht was more than one man could handle. It would take a small crew and some modifications. But his patch should hold.

He had built a small farm. And he realized early on he would have to protect it from the local wildlife. (He built a greenhouse.) He discovered avocados, kumquats, coconuts, pineapples, and banana. He discovered a wild rice and black beans. He recognized it from some work he had started in Costa Rica. Oh, he still didn’t have a harvest yet. That was a work in progress. For now, his potatoes served as a starch staple.

He built a henhouse, trapped wild chickens and soon had eggs. He caught and began to raise boa constrictors - for food. Finally he discovered wild goats. Those proved hard to catch. It took him a dozen attempts over a year to finally capture several - enough to try to breed them and maybe get some milk.

Some of the many luxuries that Duncan had purchased for the yacht had been scuba gear, fishing gear, spearfishing gear, and amphibious ATV’s. (He was prepared for arctic weather too, but that was for a much later trip he had planned.) From the sea he found a plethora of food. Fish, of course. But also abalones, large crabs easily the size of King Crabs. Eels were a favorite delicacy. He had learned how to make sushi. Of course, with his stock supply of eel sauce a limited quantity, he rationed it carefully. Smoked shark was delicious - and if hunting went poorly for a few days, it was at least some form of meat to eat without killing any of his other critters.

He learned from some native monkeys - which he tried to avoid befriending - what was edible and what was not. He only tried this on rare occasions. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of angry monkeys demanding food.

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Now
It had been a hard weak of work and Duncan was taking a rare moment to celebrate. With each day his body had been recovering from years of abuse. He looked better now than he had the day he left port. He had decided to experiment with cooking the octopus he had caught. He had been having troubles with losing crabs out of his traps. Fortunately he had bought underwater video cameras. He had honestly never foreseen this sort of use for them. As it turned out the octopi in the area had discovered that some human had been serving up conveniently packaged meals for them - crabs in cages.

Octopi were damnably smart and figured out how to get into the cages and eat the crabs. So he built a better trap to catch the octopi. The best news was that he had learned how to cook squid and octopus. And he had lemons - and strong citrus would do - plus other ingredients for a marinade. Plus he had a tenderizing hammer and a kitchen to prepare everything in. He had opted for grilling - adding grilled asparagus to the menu - his first batch and another reason to celebrate. Asparagus took 2-3 years to get a crop. His regret? Still no fresh butter.

He examined the sample sheet of paper he had finally milled. He was a little disappointed. He could make writing paper. But figuring out how to get toilet paper … But this wasn’t too far from making a decent napkin, though a little rough and not especially absorbent. Hmm, maybe a flimsy paper plate? He reached out and stabbed at the end of the octopus leg that was skewered like a shish kabob and pulled. A bit sized piece broke off. He pulled the piece and set it on his plate, then marinated again. Almost done.

Then he picked the piece of meat up and started wolfing it down.

Isla Nublar

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Duncan Moran
Gender Male
Age 22 (almost 23)
Date of Birth: Sept 25, 2000

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6’7”
Build: Rugged (extremely strong for his size)
Other Features:
Duncan had a limited sense of fashion. In older pictures, his hair was normally either cut off like he was in Basic Training, or a bowl haircut that made him look like Moe from the Three Stooges. (He opted for the former if he had a choice.) Now, after two years, his hair has grown to a length he finds annoying. He hacks it off enough that it won’t interfere with his sight, but he hates it.

His clothing usually consisted of jeans, a T shirt (preferably some dark color, usually black), and tennis shoes. There was a time when much of what he had - which wasn’t much - were hand me downs, flea market or yard sale specials or worse (if you can imagine worse. Trust me; there is if you have ever heard of dumpster diving. Most of his clothes were of that origin). But after the loss of his family and his emancipation, his clothing began to improve. Unfortunately, old habits die hard. He had boxes of jeans and black T shirts when he took off for his world tour.

He wore a glove on his left hand (carries the right glove). This once earned him a few Michael Jackson jokes. He would take the glove off to play guitar, wash dishes, cut steak, etc. His hand was nearly sliced in half when he was 15. Now it is almost completely healed.

A first impression of Duncan - if you discount the signs of a fight - is that he is NOT a troublemaker, but rather a decent, honest guy. No tattoos, piercings or jewelry.

He had scars from old wounds from multiple gunshot wounds (left shoulder, right and left upper leg - left side got far worse), knife wounds (left stomach, left hand), broken ribs (worst is on lower left rib cage), and more (back covered with whip marks). He had a reduced lung capacity and walked with a limp in his left leg. All this, too, had healed.

Personality
Duncan is a prodigy. He completed his GED at age 13 and began studying at a college level, advancing his education through CLEP testing. By age 15 he had two Bachelor’s degrees - Physics and Chemistry and a teaching certificate. He was literally certified to teach high school. He jumped into his graduate studies, finding it impossible to take mainstream school and work on a PhD at the same time. And it was partly his idea to continue in mainstream school until he was an adult - for no other reason than to round out his education and develop socially.

Sports: He loves Soccer and ALWAYS has a soccer ball either with him or in his locker. He also loves swimming and rock climbing. He’s a natural at football and will play, but has no real passion for the sport. The team is the only reason he plays. He HATES baseball - even though he is great at it. While he has played some of the other sports, soccer is the only one he can be easily tempted to play - but the events a year ago reduced his lung capacity making running harder.

Outdoors: Duncan loves climbing in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains. He used to live within a short bicycle ride.

Quirks:
Workaholic
He didn’t DO social media. No Facebook. No Twitter. No … what are some others?
Hated texting. My god. You have a phone in your hand. Use it maybe?
Despite multiple awards for computer science, he sucks at all things computer. Oh he can use office software, CAD, math programs. But build a website? BBCodes? Download an App?
Hates being told he can’t do something (that noone could - permission is another thing altogether). It just makes him want to try. You may as well have dared him.
Bluntly honest. His friends know better than to ask him anything if they don’t want honesty. (He does try to be constructive usually. He can manage tact.)
Enjoys debating and taking the unpopular side if noone else will. (He once defended slavery in a class where caucasian was the minority as part of an exercise. He even used his southern accent that was usually absent. He won the debate.)
Movies? He’s seen a few. But he’s missed out on a lot when he was younger.

Strengths:
Likes helping people
Natural leader - whether he wants to be or not.
Athletic (despite all the injuries)
Generous

Weakness:
Hates people. He hates having friends. They are such a royal pain, always needing maintenance and attention. Go away!
OCD (not extremely so. He’s not Sheldon from TBBT. But his books are arranged on his shelves by subject, alphabetized. When he buys groceries he organizes everything in neat rows and in set number - like 4 of everything. If bored he’ll start organizing everyone else’s stuff.)
Can’t sit still for long.
Remembering things he’s told. Photographic memory has nothing to do with ears.
Generous to a fault ...

Likes:
Science and Technology
Science Fiction
Soccer
Looking for new things to like
Food (international, new, etc)
Cooking (His mother taught him a little so he wouldn’t starve to death.)
Teaching, tutoring, etc. Few things give him more pleasure than seeing the light come on in someone’s eyes when they finally understand a new concept.

Dislikes:
Bullies
Gangs, drugs, alcohol

Fears:
Demophobia (fear of crowds. He can speak to an audience. He can teach. He can play for a band. But through him into the middle of a dance floor and he will be on the verge of a panic attack. He will hover on the edge of the room.)
Arachnophobia (yes, if a tarantula dropped on his arm he will scream like a little girl)
He is otherwise fearless.

Background
Duncan biological father was US Navy. So he was born into the military from the start. As an infant he was sickly, and at age 3 and a half he was dying in the hospital when his biological father, an alcoholic, abandoned them.

At Age 5 his mother met his Stepfather, at the time a USAF Staff Sergeant (E-5) in military transportation and they were shortly married. Overnight he went from being an only child to having an older brother and sister to pick on him. His whole step family resented him. If his older brother did something wrong, guess who got blamed. They were Deep South Southern Baptists preaching hellfire and damnation and he was the spawn of Satan - as his mother was Catholic.

He soon learned that his stepfather had other flaws. He was prejudiced and abusive. Hardly a day went by that Duncan didn’t get beaten. So he blessed the days when his father was away on TDY’s. Of course, there was always a list of chores. Things finally reached a boiling point. His brother was killed by a gang. His sister left to go to a foster family. His brother’s gang tried to recruit him. His stepfather didn’t believe he had refused to join the gang and nearly killed him with a beating intended to mimic a hazing ritual - and went to prison for child abuse. His brother’s rival gang broke into the house, shot and killed his mother.

Duncan went into foster care for about a month before his maternal grandparents pulled him out. Duncan had written and published science fiction books. His grandparents managed to get permission for him to stay in a college dorm. Soon he arranged for his emancipation and relieved them of responsibility.

Other Stuff
Photographic memory (not eidetic)
Speed Reading
Foreign Languages - Turkish, German, Russian, Cherokee, Japanese, and a fair bit of Italian.
Desert and Mountain survival, basic
Stone Age skills (fire starting, making adobe)
Boy Scouting skills (Yes, he was a boy scout.)
Sling
MMA (mixed martial arts, mixed because of moving around. He’s hardly some Bruce Lee, but he’s never lost a fight … yet. Never started one either.)
Published author (sci fi). Just finished his 5th book. This is how much of his college and gear are paid for.
Plays guitar and keyboard

He also has a violin. His running joke is that he tried to learn how to play it, but every time he practiced PETA showed up at his house with every stray cat and gave them signs that read, “STOP THE TORTURE!”

Personal Gear
Several high end gaming laptops, souped up
Smartphone (his first) and he still hasn’t figured out how to answer it
Guitars (Martin and Gibson)
Keyboard

Isla Nublar

In the Summer of 2021 a young man (age 20) won a VERY large Powerball jackpot. The jackpot had been at 1.765 billion dollars and he had the Powerplay option. The Powerplay hit the 5x. In that instant the young man became 8.825 billion dollars richer than he had ever been. Oh, sure he was going to end up paying taxes - a LOT of taxes. And as they say a fool and his money are soon parted…

He had no car, no permanent address, and no passport. But he has already begun to up his game. He had new clothes, a haircut. He had no driver’s license, which he soon rectified. Then he went out and bought a Lamborghini. He bought a state of the art laptop, the sort used by Navy Seals, but souped up. He bought his own private jet, a huge estate home. (He had to hire an estate manager to manage the property.) Most of his money got invested. He wasn’t completely stupid.

Then he bought a yacht - and not just any yacht - a 112’ solar yacht capable of traveling around the world without a drop of fuel. It was designed for operation by one man. Then he got his passport.

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Our young man was a geek, but an athletic geek. At age 15 he had suffered some pretty serious injuries, but still managed to play football for his last couple of years of high school. He was tall, really tall, standing a solid 6’7” with dark black hair and blue eyes. His interests were in Physics and Chemistry first, with hobbies in just about everything else that isn’t biology or medical. He’s an avid science fiction fan and had even written a several books, 3 of them bestsellers.

He hopped on his yacht, fully stocked and prepared for the worst - not that he expected it. But he had forgotten one basic fact. He was the luckiest guy on the planet. Good luck, bad luck …. He had it all. The pendulum of Luck took its turn for the worse. A freak Bermuda Triangle type storm swept his yacht off the charts and beached it on a large tropical island he has come to call Isla Nublar. (No dinosaurs, but it has plenty of its own hazards.)

He was a natural survivor. And he began with excellent resources. Food was plentiful. But food can only sustain a man for so long before loneliness begins to set in. In the Tom Hanks movie, the main character was marooned for 4 years. He cried over a volleyball named Wilson being lost at sea.

Fortunately it hasn’t been anywhere near that long. (Two years, if he is right.) But he will have lost a lot of his social skills.

Isla Nublar (known as "Cloud Island" to the natives) is a remote island 120 miles (190 km) off the coast of Costa Rica. It is 8 miles long and 3 miles wide at its widest point with a total of 22 square miles.

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Isla Nublar (M seeking F. Marooned on Island)

In the Summer of 2021 a young man (age 20) won a VERY large Powerball jackpot. The jackpot had been at 1.765 billion dollars and he had the Powerplay option. The Powerplay hit the 5x. In that instant the young man became 8.825 billion dollars richer than he had ever been. Oh, sure he was going to end up paying taxes - a LOT of taxes. And as they say a fool and his money are soon parted…

He had no car, no permanent address, and no passport. But he has already begun to up his game. He had new clothes, a haircut. He had no driver’s license, which he soon rectified. Then he went out and bought a Lamborghini. He bought a state of the art laptop, the sort used by Navy Seals, but souped up. He bought his own private jet, a huge estate home. (He had to hire an estate manager to manage the property.) Most of his money got invested. He wasn’t completely stupid.

Then he bought a yacht - and not just any yacht - a 112’ solar yacht capable of traveling around the world without a drop of fuel. It was designed for operation by one man. Then he got his passport.

oceanofnews.com/awesome-futuristic-112..

Our young man was a geek, but an athletic geek. At age 15 he had suffered some pretty serious injuries, but still managed to play football for his last couple of years of high school. He was tall, really tall, standing a solid 6’7” with dark black hair and blue eyes. His interests were in Physics and Chemistry first, with hobbies in just about everything else that isn’t biology or medical. He’s an avid science fiction fan and had even written a several books, 3 of them bestsellers.

He hopped on his yacht, fully stocked and prepared for the worst - not that he expected it. But he had forgotten one basic fact. He was the luckiest guy on the planet. Good luck, bad luck …. He had it all. The pendulum of Luck took its turn for the worse. A freak Bermuda Triangle type storm swept his yacht off the charts and beached it on a large tropical island he has come to call Isla Nublar. (No dinosaurs, but it has plenty of its own hazards.)

He was a natural survivor. And he began with excellent resources. Food was plentiful. But food can only sustain a man for so long before loneliness begins to set in. In the Tom Hanks movie, the main character was marooned for 4 years. He cried over a volleyball named Wilson being lost at sea.

Fortunately it hasn’t been anywhere near that long. He has no idea how long exactly. But he will have lost a lot of his social skills.

Rules
Advanced posts. Casual is okay for conversations. I typically write a page+ in Google Docs. 3rd person past tense.

I am looking for daily posts, but even I will have a day now and then when work leaves me no time to post or I get stuck in a cell dead area. (I use a laptop and mobile wifi hub 100% of the time - unless my laptop dies. That happened recently, but it has been replaced with an even better one.)

Character
I am looking for a female.

Have a personality. Don’t just say you have one. Roleplay it. I say this because I have had so many occasions where a character was described with a personality, but never showed it. I’d rather you skimped on your CS and developed one in the RP.

A decent image would be great. Helps to have an idea what you look like.

Speak English please.

Entry
You do not have to arrive by boat. You COULD fly to the island and crash there. But if so, I prefer you do your own flying and work this fact into your CS.

Setting and Plot
The exact nature of Isla Nublar is still open. You may both be in another time. It could be in a pocket dimension out of phase. But it would be really hard for an island that size to go uncharted and unpopulated in the 21st century. Or it could be a counter Earth. If there are unusual creatures, odds are he will have seen them by now.

Shipwrecked (a 1920's MxF with a hint of Jules Verne and HG Wells)

Duncan looked around. Where had he gotten everything. Truth was, he didn’t really have a whole lot that wasn’t simply functional. He lived pretty simple. “Well, I bought what I could - what was available that was on any use. Most of what I bought was raw materials. The rest I made from scratch. I am something of an inventor. But I think you gathered that.”

He looked at Adeline. “You are still wondering how the microwave works. I once read a source (wikipedia) that described the process incorrectly. It said the radiation made the water molecules rotate. That is incorrect. It excites the rotational energy of the hydrogen oxygen bond. Take the two atoms in a molecule of water. Think of the various ways that can move relative to one another. They can move back and forth together - translational energy. They can move back and forth - vibrational energy. And they can rotate on the bond in opposite directions - rotational energy. Metals are essentially metal nuclei in a sea of electrons. When microwaves hit the metal is scatters and drives off energy in the form of an electrical arc and heat.”

He stopped and looked at Adeline. “In layman’s terms … the microwave makes the water in food hot. The heat energy gets transferred to the rest of the food.” He laughed. “I used to teach a little. I had real skills at putting a class to sleep when I wanted to. But I also took student who had failed repeated times and helped them excel.

“I am afraid you can’t tell anyone what I have here. I really shouldn’t even let you see the microwave. Or the lights that turn themselves on. Or the self-opening doors. But what I am about to show you blows all that away.

“I said I was going to measure you for clothing and shoes. Uhm … I have a chamber - a small room that maps the topology of a subject … uhm … by bouncing rays of light off its surface. Uhm … coherent light.” He struggled for a moment, then brightened. “Death rays!” Then he winced. “But really really weak ones that can’t actually hurt you - except for your eyes. You’ll need to wear a special pair of sunglasses. Even without them you’d be fine - especially if you just shut your eyes. But the … uhm .. light will measure your topological … uhm ..” He blushed and gestured up and down at her body. “Anything you wear will alter the mapping and make you look … bigger. The clothes that get designed won’t fit right.”

His eyes avoided Adeline’s. He cleared his throat. “Oh .. and I will see what I can come up with to write on. I’m sure a chalkboard won’t do. I am something of a writer myself. Uhm … questions. My turn I think? Besides writing, what sort of interests do you have? Hobbies and the like.”

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