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[cosmetological]

Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo echo.

Is this thing for real?

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[devoutish]

Not yet. Someday, I think. I'm waiting for a slow day at work.

[cosmetological]

What's your business, neighbor?

[devoutish]

I'm a baker. Bread.

[OOC: Also, I just realized that I started this thread by replying to the top thread instead of to the entry itself; sorry about that! I must have misclicked.]

[cosmetological]

[ooc: not a problem ^_^ ]

That is... awesome. No sarcasm. I like bread, you make bread, hence I'm a fan.

Hairdresser by trade, myself.

[devoutish]

Bit of a shock this must be then, for a simple man such as yourself.

[cosmetological]

I could say the same.

Or is bread super complicated and I just don't hear about it because I'm a layman?

[devoutish]

Bread is bread. There are admittedly things other than bread going on in my bakery.

It's still a shock for me, all of this.

[cosmetological]

Good shock, though. I mean, I happen to think it's pretty cool.

And do you mean, like, 'I do muffins too' or 'I host clandestine meetings between spies from opposing countries and feed them bread'?

[devoutish]

Let's leave it at 'other things' for now.

[All of London already knows what he does - but all of London is not a completely unknown entity, possibly with superpowers, with potential access to his world. He's not sure if the transport option actually would allow somebody to come for an uninvited visit, but until he finds out he'll tread a little carefully.]

Good shock, yeah. Try the picture function yet?

[cosmetological]

Not yet. Did see it had one. What about you?

[devoutish]

A bit. You show yours and I'll show mine.

[cosmetological]

If you insist.

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[devoutish]

No moving pictures?


[He turns on the video for himself, but just briefly. His clothes are old-fashioned, and the room behind him looks to be, too.]

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[cosmetological]

[ The room around him is Very Very White and decorated in a more modern style; spotless and largely impersonal. He's flopped on a couch. His voice says quite clearly that he's American. ]

You want moving? I give you moving and sound.

[ Cue a fluttery wave. ]

Though you're rocking some interesting duds, friend. Should I ask what year or just which cosplay group?

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[devoutish]

[He switches to video permanently too, peering closely at the screen.]

Better, yeah. Can't believe the quality on these - and sound, too.

1922. What's a cosplay group?

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[cosmetological]

1922. Huh. If I liked myself less, I'd ask if you knew my sister.

[ He dismisses that, though. ]

Cosplay: people who dress up as things they're not, usually historical stuff or characters from stories. Your look happens to be in for some of them.

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[devoutish]

It's a big world, mate. We don't all know each other in 1922.

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[cosmetological]

[ That gets a laugh. ]

I didn't actually think so. If I did, I sure as heck wouldn't make any cracks about her age to you. She's bizarrely sensitive about it.

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[devoutish]

What year are you from, then?

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[cosmetological]

Add about ninety years on you and you've got me. Way later.

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[devoutish]

Ninety years. 2010s? These picture phones must be old hat for you, mate.

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[cosmetological]

A little. But to be fair, I used to live with a guy who couldn't go much past the 1950s techwise, so I appreciate the little things.