gen textin'

[youandmeme]

a general sort of texting meme

maybe you hate calling people on the phone. maybe you hate talking face to face. maybe you love both of those things but texting is more convenient, or the only option, right now. who knows, I'm not the texting police.

whatever the case, it's time to send some texts. feel free to include initial texts or preferences in your top levels, but it's not required.

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[quillandaxe]

We may not be much of a danger to each other, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility that something else might be listening in. Or should I say, reading this?

Unfortunately, that name doesn't mean much to me. Though your writing is familiar...

[funbreaker]

[ The thought that someone might be able to observe this conversation is a worrisome one, but Thancred also finds that there's little he can truly fear these days. After everything he's gone through in the First, what's another hellbent-on-world-destruction Ascian, really? ]

How about the Circle of Knowing? Does that mean anything to you?

[ Time moves differently between realms. If his hunch is correct, this goes beyond that, with time flowing backward and forward through this magical tome. A bizarre thought, but time machines apparently exist, so why couldn't this be a time-traveling book of some sort? ]

[quillandaxe]

[ The writing grows a bit sharper, a bit more excited. ]

It does. Should I assume the same is true for you, then?

[funbreaker]

Yes. We're called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn now. This tome doesn't have any consideration for the rigidness of time, it seems.

does sharlayan even have a lottery well it does now

[quillandaxe]

Color me surprised. That would be the first time something magical has done exactly as advertised.

So I'm speaking to someone in the future, then? Ooh, any chance you might remember the winning numbers for the next draw of the Sharlayan lottery? I could really use the windfall. Parchment doesn't come cheap, you know.

it does if we want it to

[funbreaker]

Can't say I kept a detailed log of all the winning numbers, I'm sorry to say.

We can play a different sort of game, though, if you'd like to take a stab at guessing who I am.

[quillandaxe]

What a shame. Well, I'm all for playing a game if you're suggesting one. What are the rules?

[funbreaker]

Leave it to a scholar to try and make things complicated.

No specific rules, really. You guess who I am, I tell you if you're right or wrong.

[quillandaxe]

Know a lot of scholars then, do you?

[ Yes, he can consider that her first question. ]

[funbreaker]

I do seem to spend a lot of time around them, yes. For better or worse.

[quillandaxe]

But you wouldn't consider yourself a scholar as well?

[funbreaker]

Not quite on the same level, though I have existed in the periphery of Sharlayan since I was young.

[quillandaxe]

And it hasn't made you swear off associating with Sharlayans entirely? You must have some of the scholar in yourself, no matter what you say.

To hear you tell it, you sound quite aged.

[funbreaker]

[ Ouch. ]

Certainly no chocobo chick, these days.

Though my bones are perhaps not quite as brittle as what you're picturing. My hair is silver, but it's always been, so there's your next clue.

[ Not that it really narrows it down. ]

[quillandaxe]

You've just described at least a full fifth of Sharlayan.

However, I can think of a question that might narrow it down quite a bit. You're a member of the Circle of Knowing yourself?

[funbreaker]

That's correct.

Still might not narrow it down completely, but I have faith you can puzzle it out.

[quillandaxe]

[ A few minutes of waiting, long enough that there doesn't seem to be a response forthcoming, and then scribbled with a swiftness that might betray the excitement on the other end: ]

I knew I recognized that handwriting. Let me see: your name starts with a T and ends with Waters, doesn't it?

[funbreaker]

Clever girl.

[ Well, this is surreal, isn't it? Thancred rises from his spot, realizing that he'll need to show this to Urianger sooner rather than later. ]

[quillandaxe]

You can't seriously mean to leave it at that, can you! I've just learned that I'm speaking to a friend in the future.

[funbreaker]

I'm still here, I'm still here! No need to get so worked up.

[quillandaxe]

Can you blame me for being worried? You do have a reputation for leaving the ladies hanging.

[funbreaker]

Oh, but never you, Moenbryda. I've seen what you can do with that axe of yours.

[ It's not so difficult for him to slip into an old skin. ]

[quillandaxe]

Has that line ever worked for you before?

[ One can almost hear her laughter, loud and carefree. ]

Go on then, how'd you come across this book? I thought you were well quit of spending your time among dusty tomes ages ago. Or have you rediscovered a love for learning in your old age? Or have you been poking around in other people's things again?

[funbreaker]

Decent enough guesses, but no. I suppose you could say it was a gift, though not one meant for me. I'm merely the courier.

[quillandaxe]

I see.

[ There's a pause between that line and the next, as though Moenbryda's needed a moment to consider the rest of her response. ]

I suppose I can't ask you too much about the future, can I? Wouldn't want to accidentally undo your existence, after all.