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[togabito]

The person looking into the camera feed has gold-and-red heterochromia, fire-engine red hair shading to gold, and a gradient red-to-gold shaded shirt.

She's kind of got a theme going on, as it were.

"So I've been in this place for fifteen minutes now and, unbelievably, I haven't managed to break the law. Assuming it's not illegal, anyone feel like filling me in? Don't worry, I'm legally allowed to hold conversations with anyone regardless of social status or gender."

...um.

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[togabito]

The Sinner pauses, takes several deep breaths, and slowly runs her fingers over the tattoo underneath her eye as she goes through her calming down routine.

"Okay, let's start over from the most basic of the basics. What year is it?"

[hatedthemost]

It was 2014 back home. Not too sure they use the same calendar here, I mean that'd be a coincidence...

[togabito]

...

Holy shaz.

"...are you screwing with me? It's 102014."

[hatedthemost]

What? No!

How are you even still alive? [TO BE FAIR it seems like humanity should have somehow destroyed itself by then.]

[togabito]

"Are you calling me old? Because between the two of us, I'm not the one from thousands of years in the forgotten past."

[hatedthemost]

Are YOU even from EARTH? Oh my god, are there space colonies?

[Wait. He shouldn't nerd out. Birth is illegal.]

[togabito]

...shaz, she's going to have to crush his dreams, isn't she?

"Kind...of? I mean, almost everyone from On High hates us surface dwellers and they will occasionally lay waste to our Panopticons with their armies of flying war robots, but there are definitely people living in the sky."

A slight pause to trace her tattoo.

[hatedthemost]

Oooooooo...kay...

[Well, he DID expect she was from something apocalyptic.]

[togabito]

Siiiigh.

"I need a So-Chlo."

[hatedthemost]

Yeah, I feel you.

[Assuming just by the tone that this is something alcoholic.]

[togabito]

It's actually just club soda with salt in it but that's neither here nor there. The Sinner holds one hand up to her shoulder, allowing the Dedenne to scamper onto it as she regards it curiously.

"What is this thing, anyway?"

[hatedthemost]

That? That's a Pokemon, I don't really know what kind exactly. [Kinda looks like this region's Pikachu knock-off.] Something with a D?

Pokemon are these animals that live in this world, we all got one when we showed up. People train them to fight and stuff - like a sport! Not to the death or anything! [DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA ABOUT THIS APOCALYPSE LADY]