thefolder | The New Guy

Who: Shannon and Roze.
What: Meeting the new roomie and a date.
When: Backdated to December 6th.
Where: Apt F3-09 and on the town.

Finishing up with her shower, Roze poured herself into a slinky green dress and her trademark thigh-high stilettos. Piles of long pink hair too wet to be troubled with were whipped into a quick braid and a few rose-shapped twists, then pinned atop her head.

Shannon might not be able to appreciate the effort, but Roze never went out into public with anything less than her best face - normally. And the dress was more conservative than usual - she hoped it might aid in her not making an ass of herself and inspire a little more modesty for the evening.

Probably not, but at least she was trying.

When she exited the bathroom, the inordinately tall girl felt fairly good about her plans, even if they were more spontaneous than usual. She'd be lying if she said she weren't nervous or excited. She loved sudden plans, after all.

"Hey, anyone out there?" she called around the corner into the room.

If Shannon had already left, she'd just kick back on the couch to wait. Otherwise, she strolled out, looming at 6'4" in her heels with legs that didn't quit, hips for grip and a rack capable of hosting a clearance sale. Cranberry-colored nails tapped idly on the scabbard of a long blade as she hummed to herself, finishing the song she'd been singing as she smiled and waited politely for new companions to familiarize themselves with equally new surroundings.

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"My Ipod. Its...a Macintosh product. An MP3 player, mostly, but it stores text files and movies and stuff. And I dunno about the library, but if you like I have some books on tape? They might not be your thing though," she murmured, instantly regretting having offered, considering how embarrassed she was last time she loaned her stuff out.

"And even if there isn't anything at the library, I'm sure the Digimon would get it for you somehow. They always seem to manage meeting a need."

"An MP3 player?" God, Shannon was feeling old. Had he already started to fall behind on whatever new toys were getting pumped out to the kids these days? No, that didn't sound right. It was just a bit too much information all at once, he was fraying. Nothing to worry too much about; next time he could sit still and let it soak, he would catch up.

"I can deal with books on tape," Shannon said with a shrug. Not exactly the most popular of trends, they were still handy when he came across them.

Crap, he said yes. Welp, she'd offered. Stupid.

"Huh...uh...you're from earth, right? Like...with an Asia and Europe and North America...and Pacific Ocean...and Pizza Hut?" she asked, frowning slowly, before arching both brows and holding up a finger. "Ah! What year are you from?"

She'd nearly forgotten differences in times, when worlds seemed the bigger deal. Dante was from the nineties, and he had difficulty understanding some of her references as well.

What was there to worry about with books on tape? Surely it was just an innocent offer of sharing the written word in whatever way possible.

"Earth, definitely. Pizza Hut, absolutely," Shannon said with a nod. Then his brow drew together in confusion as he tried to figure that one out. Alternate worlds and different laws of physics were kind of meshing in his head, sure, but different times was an angle he hadn't considered. "My, uh... my year is 1988. Why? What's yours?"

"2013," she replied, smiling slowly and leaning back in her chair, taking her cup of tea with her to nurse lazily. "That's the problem right there. You don't have all the feather-light laptops, smartphones, wireless internet and black president stuff yet," she chuckled, sipping her tea quietly.

"You ain't even got gay marriage yet. America goes totally crazy after a while. Over in Japan? Totally grooving. Riding the tech high with like...a tenth of the drama."

"So many of those words are foreign to me," Shannon said slowly, "and the rest have absolutely no context.

"I mean, gay marriage. That's great." It was, and he hoped it came through in his tone. He did in fact know some queers back home who would probably break into tears to hear that there was hope in the future for their rights. "But I really have no idea what else you're talking about. What happens in the next twenty-five years?"

"Well I mean, after I was born, nothing all that interesting," she drawled, smirking and rolling her eyes. "But seriously, lemme see. And this is if your world and mine run on any kinda parallels, mind you."

"There's global warming, oil spills, riots in Europe. A war on terrorism. Several buildings in New York are attacked and collapse, and the Pentagon. The war in the Middle East erupts big time. There's gay marriage legalized all over the world - America kinda falling in behind but still. Uhh...you guys vote for the first African-American president of the United States. Technology has computers in just about every house in the world, people can connect with one another across the globe instantly. Toyota made a robot that plays the violin, there's double amputees in the Olympics running on the track, we have a permanent station orbiting the Earth...I can go on..."

Shannon merely went back to eating his sushi for a long moment while he cataloged each item individually. Tried to keep all of his questions from exploding out because it sounded like a whole lot of politics and tonight was not going to be a fun night if they dove into politics again. It was almost enough to give him a headache straight out, and he finally settled on a question.

"Like with the D-Terminals? People connecting with each other?"

"Mhm. More than that. Sharing information, playing game. And its wirelessly accessible like the terminals, too. Pretty much like...in twenty years you've got technological and medical advances that are only really in science fiction in your time. But the world is fast approaching the levels of Star Trek and Star Wars. We don't have long distance space travel yet, but that's no less in the works than everything else."

Setting her teacup down, Roze glances at the mall beyond the restaurant doors, humming to herself in thought.

"Though, while there's been vast advances, there's still a lot of problems. Mostly between people. Still no world peace, so don't get your hopes up."

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