text & voice

[doggedly]

q w e r t y u i o p
a s d f g h j k l
z x c v b n m

>:)

[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]

Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.

All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?

Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.

Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.

Any book.

All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!

[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.

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[artifacetious]

[ Oh, this guy sounds fun. ]

If only I could show you the internet, dude. Some of my world's tech makes this place look stone age.

[doggedly]

Well, it's got a boring name, so there's a strike against it already. What's it do?

[artifacetious]

Uh huh. You like the bracelets, right? Everyone in the city can talk to each other, send written messages and videos? The internet does that for everyone in the world, and you can use it to look up pretty much whatever you need to know. There's a site for everything. Encyclopedias, instruction manuals, recipes, shopping, pictures of faraway places, listening to music... the internet knows everything.

[doggedly]

[what. is this real. he is inherently quite suspicious of people having him on, especially when it comes to technologies and things but...]

So who's in charge of it, then.

[artifacetious]

No one in particular -- you can't give any one agency that kind of power. Every country tries to manage it to an extent, but there's a limit to how much control they actually have.

[doggedly]

Right, but then how does the information get there. Books don't write themselves--well, some might, depending--but generally speaking, books are written by people. Information, put to a page, comes from somewhere. This is the same, innit.

[artifacetious]

Anyone who knows how can contribute content, so there's a lot out there and you have to be careful what you believe. But that's... like... everything in life.

[doggedly]

Why, miss. You're not suggesting that people are liars, are you?

[artifacetious]

Oh, heavens, no, never. It's not like anyone would ever possibly lie about anything important, at least.