[handmaiden of unsheathed swords] audio posted:

[darkeststars]

[ There's a businesslike voice on the network that only some of you will recognize -- clearly filtered through the translator, and fortunately not interrupted by too many moans. ]

So I imagine I probably know the answer to this, but hope springs eternal: Did anyone else come here with technology?

Not all of my things are useful at the moment, but they do appear to be working. We should continue to keep proper tabs on our collective supplies.

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[darkeststars]

Hmm. Well, I will be in touch.

[ He's quiet for a bit after Winnie has elaborated on her situation. Just some kind of very sheltered young noble, then? The concept of women as the "weaker sex" is one that's utterly foreign to him, so the finer points go over his head a bit, but of course sometimes the very rich or highly-ranked do strange things with their heirs. Ugh, nobility. ]

If you'd grown up a rich noble where I come from, you probably would've ended up an officer in the army. Better or worse than being locked up with three squares a day? [ he inquires this with some sort of grim amusement. ]

[soulsrob]

I think in my world I'd be branded some kind of heretic and burned alive at the stake like poor Joan of Arc if I tried to actually fight in the army. If I expressed interest in joining, I'd likely be locked up in an asylum and never see the light of day again.

[She's only...slightly exaggerating.]

Does the freedom lessen just because there's hard work involved? Why should I have to choose one or the other? I think I'd rather be free to do what I like and think who I like and make my own decisions about my life, and still get three meals a day!

[darkeststars]

[ there's a pause ]

Then I think you and I will get along just fine, Ms. Winnie.

Honestly it wouldn't be remiss for us to study one another's languages as well. Were the local translation tech to give out on us all at the worst possible moment, we could truly be in a bind. [ sigh ] So much to do, so little time...