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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 5, 2015 21:44:14 GMT
A simple, comfortable boat that can be hired to transport people up the river.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 5, 2015 22:03:40 GMT
One of the ships current occupant was a young woman named Rory Hamilton. It was common enough of a surname in the UK for it not to be assumed who she was without hearing her full name.
She was dressed in ordinary clothes. A long purple top and black leggings, giving way to purple knee high boots. It was the current fashion in the Britain, Over the top she wore a long black military jacket, the collar of which was turned up.Her hair was mostly up in her hat, with some strategic pieces with no colouring left to hand free, the front strands of hair for example, to frame her face. She had one small duffle bag with her, holding spare clothes and other items.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 5:22:14 GMT
A woman in a blue coat and what seemed to be a white sunday dress with flowers underneath approached her oneday as she stood at the rail, watching the Wolfhead River Valley pass by, with only a few hours before the city came into view. "First time to Ambrosia?" Her accent was distinctly Bostonian, and her green eyes matched her loose red hair well. Se seemed keen on wearing every primary color she wasn't born with."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 16:18:38 GMT
"Indeed," she said, her accent likely coming as a surprise. "A long time in coming, I can assure you, Ma'am, I have heard a veritable landslide of information about the place."
She looked round at the woman, with a pleasant smile on her face, "have you been here before?"
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 20:22:52 GMT
"Yeah, but I don;t remember any of it. My Pa says I was born in the detainment camps, but we moved back up to Boston after the war. Witing my doctoral dissertation, and it seemed a good enough spot for a history project." She keeps her hands in her pocket against the brisk. "I like your accent. English?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 20:30:59 GMT
"Why, thank you," Rory replied, offering no compliment back, "And what is it you read? What is your thesis?" she asked, not particualrly bothered, but she had not much spoken since entering the boat.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 20:36:40 GMT
"Interviews, mostly. Correspondence, if I can get my hands on it. I've been harassing the shit out of everyone who was anyone back then, but I guess they think I'm another journalist." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I'm Joan Candle. Yeah, silly name."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 20:40:05 GMT
"Oh I meant, what is the topic of your study," She smiled, patiently, clearly they only used "read' as a term in the united Kingdom. "not silly, memorable, I doubt I shall be forgetting it." She offered her hand, "My name is Rory Hamilton, pleased to make your acquaintance,"
After a bit of a pause, she turned and looked up the river, the direction they were heading, "Do you have a place to stay here? I was wondering if you knew of a hotel, I fear I have rather come unprepared."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 20:57:02 GMT
"Oh, I'm a double major in History and Sociology. University of Massachusetts. I had the grades to get into Harvard, but apparently, they thought everyone who came out of Starcrown can shoot fireballs from their eyes and lightning from their ass." She blushed. "Sorry, Boston girl. And a cousin's loaning me his place while he's out of the city. As for hotels, sorry. I can tell you the driving forces and implications of Mayor Barker's current policies, but I have no idea where the nearest Holiday Inn is."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 21:00:41 GMT
"Universities can be so funny life that" Rory agreed still looking off to the front of the boat, "You need not worry, I am sure I will be able to locate one." She then turned to look at Joan, "Are you not a starborn then, Ms. Candle?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 21:05:20 GMT
Joan stares at Rory with surprise and disappointment. "What? No, I'm not a Starborn! My mom's living in Vegas, not Mars! What the hell kind of question is that?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 21:18:01 GMT
"Sorry, should I have curbed myself?" She asked, laughing softly, not phased by the look at all, "I forget sometimes that people here have no love for the starborn." She did not look as if she forgot much, more gaging a reaction, she seemed satisfied, "I will try and be more careful in future. So, you mentioned the Mayor and his current policies, fancy telling me more? I would hate to make another gaff such as that."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 21:50:19 GMT
Joan regained her composure. "I'm sorry, I... I'm not racist, I just get that question a lot, and I worked very hard to get where I am." She watched the city approaching for a moment, before adding, "Listen, I need a roommate. I have a place, but I only have a small research grant to draw on, and I've never been good at living alone. Would you be interested in staying with me, at least until we both get on your feet? You can hear all you want about Stacrown's post-reconstruction agenda then."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on May 7, 2015 21:59:11 GMT
"And after I offended you so?" she smiles softly, "I really am quite fortunate to have found such a kind person so soon after arriving. I would be greatly moved to accept your invitation, Ms. Candle," It is perhaps telling of the lifestyle she was accustomed that she did not even think to ask of price. "It will also be nice to live with someone in a new town, at least for a little while, for how long is your cousin gone? I do not know how long i shall be here for," she hoped not long.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 8, 2015 14:28:48 GMT
"A month at least. I'm basicly house sitting for him. I just got an address and a key right now." She watched the city approaching. "What brings you to Ambrosia? A bit of Yankee tea and crumpets, boyo?" She laughed. Her fake accent was horrendous.
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