Displacedmuser

"Phones are still a foreign concept to me," Rey replies, laughing a little. Of course, the technology from her universe was far advanced -- but not quite the same as cellphones were, here. Still, she enjoyed learning about everything that this world had to offer. Including electronics. "But yes, I agree. I do wish we could contact them, and tell them to come here." She nods. "I've been doing the same, if I'm being honest. Mostly working," Rey shrugs her shoulders. "I think I need to have some more fun, certainly. Perhaps we should start going to get coffee together regularly, and there we can come up with some ideas of things to do... Besides working."

"the phones we have here aren't quite what I was used to, we had ones connected to the wall back home, the portable personal phones did take time to get used to for me. How did you communicate back home?" She asked out of curiosity. "I actually had a couple people from my life arrive in DC recently, my father remembers me, however someone I was close to does not, I think that really did end up being worse than I imagined when I knew it could happen." She didn't know how to handle the fact Rupert didn't even know who she was it was like a horrible dream she couldn't wake from. " Oh could we? That would be wonderful. I know one of my favourite things is walks but there must be something more we can do in the city to pass our time together. I have always wanted to learn how to horse ride if that would ever interest you."

vex made an oof sound at the impact, then looked down disappointedly at the new stain on her shirt. she exhaled, "it's fine, don't worry about it." with five children, she got used to not always having a pristine wardrobe. though she thought she was done with that now that gwendolyn was 5 (and not in dc). she smiled at the man, "it'll come out, i'm sure."

He was glad to see it hadn't left a large stain but he felt he needed to do more than apologise though he didn't know what. Back home most people wouldn't care about even a large stain other than the nobles but here was a very different story sometimes. "I do find coffee is one of the easier to remove stains, glad I didn't decide to drink one of those beetroot matches people have been going for sometimes, a slushie. That may have been a harder cleaning job. I'm sorry again."

Taggie froze, unsure what to say about her meeting with Rupert, for fear of angering her father. "I have heard that some people end up here without memories of where they came from; they don't know the people in their lives, even family." She explained, it wasn't untrue, it was something she had worried about since she had learned this was possible. "Three years," she sighed, leaning into her dad's touch. It was so wonderful to see him again; she was starting to think she never would. "Nearly four," she added after a moment. "I started a new catering company, and it's actually been doing really well. I loved doing it in Rutshire; it's different here, but I've really loved building something of my own." She smiled before debating how to mention the next part to him. "Um, we can't leave the city. I don't actually know why, I just learned to make life here work for me."

Penelople smiled at his words with a small nod, "It isn't a must anymore, no, and it is honestly rather a breaht of fresh air as a woman if not somewhat petrifying," she responded with a light chuckle. "I think it gives people a more fighting chance at finding someone whom they adore without having to marry for convenience or necessity."

Wally nodded his head as she spoke, trying to comprehend what she was aiming for with her vision. "So how would we go about this?" he asked. "Do we go on a date or a day out, and you just take the camera, lounge around one of our apartments while you have the camera? Is there another way you would want to go about that?" He was curious about her joy for this; he knew from her that walking around the school had been something that Nicole had been interested in, but seeing how invested she was in this new path was great to witness.

She heard his voice and felt her heart clench, a smile spreading over her features, "Dad" She exclaimed, running towards him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. "You're here! " And you know who I am", she felt her eyes begin to tear up with joy, at least someone from back home was here in their full capacity. "It's a lot," She agreed. "I've been a long time now, but it still throws me."

At his calling them 'm'lady', Arya only blushed harder. "Gendry!" She exclaims, then shaking her head. She could only imagine how her sister, Sansa, would react if she knew that Arya had been so weakened by a man -- of all people. And she couldn't help but think that perhaps this was what her father would have wanted, an alliance like this between a Stark and a Baratheon. "Perhaps that means that you are more mature than I am, as much as I hate to say that." Since it was easier for him to admit his feelings, whereas Arya still struggled with it. "I do know it is safe for me to open up with you. You would not betray me."

He smiled seeing the colour on their cheeks, it would be a lie to say he didn't revel in the fact he was able to draw that kind of reaction. His smile turned to a smirk at the exclamation, "You know your reaction just makes it all the more tempting to say it," he pointed out with a chuckle. Though he knew not to push it for fear of his own life, or at the very least, keeping himself intact. "Well, in age I am somewhat," he pointed out. "but in many things I would say you have managed to gain quite the life experience, and you've gone through a lot more than anyone of your age ever should have, especially someone born to be a lady." He wasn't sure he would have been so interested in Arya if life had gone that route; however, it was exactly her spirit and intense will that made her so interesting to him. "I'm glad you know that, because I would go to the ends of the earth if you asked me to." He knew that was intense, and they might run at it, but it didn't make it any less true. He nodded at her agreement, as much as one day he may want to marry, he was in no rush in this world, especially if it scared them off. "Do I?" he laughed, it was very rare someone praised his words or way of thinking, many thought him simple. His heart clenched at the mention of the time they met. He didn't like to think of what Arya was going through at the time, considering what had happened and keeping those emotions hidden while the other boys taunted them. "Would have been a really fucking long day if everything we have both been through happened in a day," he laughed. "I think no matter how much you adjust, it will never really feel right. I'm just glad I can still use my blacksmith skills to make money. I don't think I would survive trying to do something else in this world."

"they cut you out of their life?" rupert questioned, his brows raising. "well, anyone that would just cut you out of their lives without an explanation doesn't deserve much thought, angel." he offered her a small smile. the smile on his face grew slightly, "well, she loves her horses and loves to name them. she might end up going with any food name for any horse that she gets." he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "would you like to go and meet the horse?"

"Something like that, yeah." She didn't have any idea how to explain it, obviously he hadn't done this by choice, and he wasn't going to know who she was, but that didn't mean he might not have cut her out had he still remembered who she was or even if they were back home. He was known for things being fleeting; why would she have been any different? In this world, maybe things would be less complicated between them, even if her memories and feelings for him were anything but. "I wish I were capable of not giving them much thought", she laughed without any true humour.

Harley smiled at the other, giving a nod. "Thank you, kind stranger. I'm glad someone gets it, I can handle my own!" She replied, a wicked smile spread across her face when the other said to break the mould. "I could just break their skulls with my good night bat. That might be way more fun!"

"i know we're strangers, but you can talk to me about it if you like." rupert offered, not sure why he even offered. he didn't know her, but for some reason he cared about whatever happened. he shook his head, his gaze focusing on his daughter. "maybe that's it." it was on the tip of his tongue to explain that he was surprised because she wasn't even this nice to her own stepmother, but for some reason he couldn't say it. the corners of his lips lifted as he watched taggie with tabitha. it was nice. "i believe this one is chestnut or butterscotch."

Taggie took a breath, looking up. How do you tell the man who doesnt know he's breaking your heart with every word what is affecting you without saying the truth? "Someone I thought I was very close to cut me out of their life. It's had a bit of an effect. You don't really realise the true level of meaning someone has in your life until they are gone." She looked down at her hands to avoid making eye contact with him. "Both brilliant names, though I will say as a chef I do enjoy the name butterscotch just a little more" She turned and smiled at Tabitha with a big smile "I hope that is okay"