communication and stuff

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco is randomly wandering around. He's talking to anyone who is willing.

"They're just some things about this place that I can't get the hang of. Like all the things people go around talking and typing into. I'm just a good old boy from Georgia. What are those things and should I have one?"

He's also a bit confused about jobs and how Nexus society works, especially as a member of the establishment in his own universe.

"How'm I supposed to get work here and what's the employment rate like? I've been feeding myself by selling stuff I find...stuff I find outside that looks unclaimed. I've even sold bottle caps, like that one fella suggested. Is anyone hiring? I don't know much outside of law enforcement."

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[conjuredskies]

"Ah," chirps the young man perched on the nearby desk. "Phones. I can certainly understand your confusion." He shifts around to fish one out from his satchel: it's an oddly high-tech little gadget for a man dressed in what looks like Ancient Roman-styled leather armor. Hardened leather skirt and all. He's helpful, though, willing to slide off his seat and show Rosco the little lit-up screen.

"They don't have anything like this where I'm from, either. It took me a while to get the hang of it. But put simply, you use them to communicate with other people across long distances. As long as they have one, you can put in a number and the device will let you speak with them."

He has some thoughts on the man's second question, too. But from experience... adjusting to the strange new world of Earth gizmos is enough to take in at one time.

[brother_alone]

For better or worse, there's a familiar face sitting on one of the benches in the Plaza looking absolutely miserable in all of this heat. He gives a weak wave at the officer, pulling his pwn phone out of his pocket.

"Cell phones started popping up in the 80's, though they were bigger than bricks, dude. By the turn of the millennium we got something closer to this size, although they didn't have all these features and stuff until 2008ish for the general public." He wiggles the smartphone back and forth.

"Told you I wasn't from your time."

[eumenis]

"If it makes you feel any better," Furiosa says from a comfy spot under a tree, "I don't have one either. Seen them work, but if I tried to take one home, it would just get full of sand and break."

"Doesn't matter if everyone else has them. You still may not need one."

Considering the second question, she adds, "There are shops here and there. Bartering. Maybe one of them could use a guard? You could ask around."

[dansemachine]

Danse is visiting the Nexus, and he is wearing a power armor suit, so sitting is one of those things he cannot do. So he stands there with the his helmet in hand, and a rag in another as he sets to polishing it.

"I don't know about that thing there, other then I've seen people here using them." He never got one, and Danse seems okay with not having one.

"As for work, I'm sure some of the businesses here can use some help. Or if you're brave enough, you can find some work in another persons universe." Danse stops polishing the helmet in his hand long enough to laugh at the mention of trading bottle caps for money. "Or you can etch out an existence selling caps for Nexus currency."

[icebearforpresident]

"Georgia. Ice Bear has never been there before."

[Hopefully, Rosco is not scared off by the premise of a giant talking bear, especially one that seems relatively friendly. The second question is something he can personally relate to, hence having an answer to the question.]

"Jobs are not too terrible to find. Delivery services are the best." [Because even in a multiverse setting, people still like having food brought to them.] "Ice Bear can recommend you to a few places."

[thewhitelion]

There's a man on a white horse that's standing in the middle of the road looking a bit lost, but Ser Jaime Lannister will deal with his problems later. But to see someone claiming to be a guard of a city looking lost is a bit amusing. He brings the horse to a trot with the hooves clopping against the cement of the street, and the light makes the golden scales of his Kings or Queensguard armor glisten.

"If that's all you know, then enforce the law of here or whatever gods forsaken place you've came from."

He brings the horse to a stop just in front of Rosco, and the golden hand knight doesn't bother to get off from the horse. "Or just continue with the job of being a merchant and looking like a complete fool."