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[heavyhanded]

[ The interior of a Mac apartment! And Jaime is slumped in a chair, holding what looks like a... solid gold wine bottle, and not looking pleased. ]

I've heard talk of "superpowers" among the imPorts. Perhaps I've found mine. If this is meant to be a blessing, then the gods here play japes just as cruel as the ones I've known in Westeros. [ A wry smile, and he tilts the bottle upside down. Nothing pours out. ] Why, I'd barely even started this bottle.

The banks here will take my coinage gladly enough, do you think they'll take my drink, as well?

[ He peers into the bottle, sighs, and tosses it away with a heavy clunk. ]

It was poor wine, anyway.

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[heavyhanded]

My charming manners, of course. [ oh god the smirk has transcended sardonic and entered smarmy. ]

[gofortheoptics]

[Ugh that smarminess]

Right, that must be it.

[She's glad she didn't eat before this, suddenly.]

[heavyhanded]

The smallfolk never have much etiquette. I suppose they can't be blamed, with no one to teach them.

[gofortheoptics]

'Smallfolk'...people who are actually small, or?

[Now who isn't familiar with who's speech...]

[heavyhanded]

[ that totally earns a "what are you stupid" look, enjoy that, Tali ]


Now and then. But most often they're simply poor.

[gofortheoptics]

Oh, sure, you're allowed to call taxis yellow carriages, but I'm not allowed to know about smallfolk. I see.

[The most disapproving of frowns.]

[heavyhanded]

Men invent words constantly, but it seems rarer to me they should forget any of them.

[gofortheoptics]

I've got a feeling a lot of time has passed since men like you were inventing words, especially when it comes to when I'm from.

[heavyhanded]

[ This is as casual a glance as ever, but there might be a twinge of interest somewhere in it. ]

And when is that?

[gofortheoptics]

What the humans call '2186 CE'. If that means anything to you.

[heavyhanded]

[ uh what. ]

What does the CE mean?

[gofortheoptics]

'Common Era', I think.

[Human dating isn't in her immediate expertise, though, not really.]

[heavyhanded]

[ He considers that, left hand rubbing thoughtfully at his jaw. (man. he should really work out this world's version of shaving.) ]

I'm of the Year 300, AL. If Aegon's Landing has ought to do with Common Era, then could be it means something to me after all. [ but it's not sounding too likely. ]

[gofortheoptics]

I don't think there's much of a way to tell, honestly.

[She shrugs.]

It doesn't matter much, anyway. We'll just go with 'future' for now.

[heavyhanded]

[ Well, if she's not going to care, he definitely isn't. And what timing for not caring! Their yellow carriage has delivered them unto a pawn shop. The driver's paid (the last of his paper money, but if this works out like it should, then what does he care?), and Jaime steps onto the sidewalk to eye it skeptically. ]

Delivered safely to my destination, no less intact than I was when I began the journey. Well done.

[gofortheoptics]

[She snorts.]

Just be glad you didn't end up on a space ship.

[Here's hoping the pawn shop is at least reputable enough to take the gold items for a good profit on Jaime's part. She heads toward the front door.]

[heavyhanded]

I count my blessings, even now. [ Even if he has no idea what a space ship is, whateverwhatever.

He heads in after her, glances around briefly, and heads to the counter. And to save us things that no one wants to play out, after some skepticism and many close examinations, Jaime finds himself much richer than he'd been when he'd walked in. The paper money had come in stacks, wrapped in still more paper, and he tosses one of those wordlessly at Tali on the way back to the door. ]

[gofortheoptics]

[She can safely say that wasn't what she was expecting, but she tucks it into her jacket.]

See? There are definitely worse powers to have.

[Or at least ... less profitable ones.]

[heavyhanded]

[ Glancing over, sounding so very doubtful: ]

Like what?

[ his wine is still gone ]

[gofortheoptics]

Being a giant magnet? I don't know.

[She shrugs.]

Being human wasn't exactly a cake walk at first.

[Walking was hard and her hands and feet were weird and she had to change her clothes regularly -- it was just all around bizarre. And then there'd been her first sunburn ... Keelah, that had been unpleasant.]

[heavyhanded]

[ wtf is a "cake walk", Tali. wtf. BUT WHATEVER he can context-ify this shit. ]

I find it easy enough. You're certain you aren't just slow?

[gofortheoptics]

[ ... :| ]

Yes, I'm sure I'm not just slow!

[He's got her flustered now, not that it's all that difficult to do.]

I'm not slow in the least. I graduated at the top of my classes.

[heavyhanded]

[ This right here? Is the most disbelieving look he owns. ]

Well, I suppose as it's rude to name a lady a liar...

[gofortheoptics]

It's rude to name anyone a liar, unless you've got a good reason.

[She shoots him a sharper look.]

And I don't think you're in any position to judge how good I am at my job.

[heavyhanded]

And why is that? I seem to be doing my job rather well so far. At least, I've seen no slain kings about, so I can only conclude I'm doing something right.