The Written Word

[quiet_librarian]

A tall, and dignified woman dressed in Victorian gowns sits quietly at one of the Plaza tables, with a few sheets of parchment scattered out on the table before her.

She paused for a moment, uncertain about the words she wants to write.

Glancing around her surroundings, she takes a moment to compose her thoughts. "It can be difficult to be separated by someone close to you. How do you keep a connection, when more than just distance separates you?"

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[poetwarrior]

Rather than read her written information directly, he uses one claw to click a button, which scans it and uploads it directly into his contacts, formatted in the right language. Another series of button presses reveals his own contact number, translated into familiar numbers for her to put in her own PINpoint.

"You are most welcome. It was pleasurable to speak with you, Drusilla."

[quiet_librarian]

"And it was pleasurable to speak with you." She too uploads his PINpoint information into her contacts.