thenearshore | 008

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"Yeah, we've got a budding Dead Amnesiacs Society waiting to flower right here. All shinki get the retrograde mind-wipe like all of us cracked our skulls on a heavenly flower patch on the way in."

Given Davesprite's been floating around the picnic (in varying levels of literality) for the last while, he doesn't really mind watching Yurick eat. It's the second note the guy makes that brings the faintest rise to his feathers - but then it sinks again straight away, almost like a sigh more than a raise of the hackles.

"No ruder than pretty much anyone I could list off the top of my head. I'm a sprite, kind of like a game guide if you've got any idea what that is."

Okay, very odd way of speaking. But Yurick's grateful he didn't offend the stranger. "A... game guide? I've never seen any games that require a spirit as a guide...."

Of course, he comes from a time and place where they have playing cards and old board games like mancala or chess. Video games are utterly foreign to him.

"Ah, forgive me. I should've introduced myself first. My name is Yurick."

Davesprite has to look Yurick up and down a moment before going on with that, because he doesn't exactly look like he'd be familiar with video games.

"Yeah, but what kind of games are you thinking of here, because if you're on the chess or go fish line of thought then I'm gonna have to burst your bubble right now."

As if the issue of introductions isn't that big a deal anyway, Davesprite just shrugs at the apology.

"We've all got bigger shit to worry about here, nobody but a raging dickthrob is gonna begrudge you forgetting an intro. I'm Davesprite, anyway.

"Davesprite? It's a pleasure to meet you." He definitely recognizes more of the coarse language, but still some of it is used in odd combinations. A regional dialect, perhaps, or did the sprite come from a rougher world? Of course it's useless to ask since they have no memories, but Yurick can't help being curious.

"Actually, I was thinking of chess, or perhaps cards. There are others that would be so foreign to me? If they're not played on a board or with cards or markers, how would they work?"

Davesprite just gives a passing, not entirely present nod at the pleasantry, because that's all he considers it - he doesn't really feel like it should be a pleasure for anyone to meet him, but immediately bursting the bubble is kind of rude.

In any case, he seems to have run across someone who's completely unfamiliar with screen-related gaming, so he starts answering that question by steepling his fingers in a somewhat faecetious motion of serenity.

"Okay, so, if I'm answering that I'm pretty much obliged to ask what kind of tech level you're at in your world. Can phones, actual phones, radio, television, stop me when I start ringing bells."

Even without actual memories of his own world, Yurick knows what's familiar and what isn't. He shakes his head at all of those odd words, nothing ringing any so-called bells.

"I'm sorry, none of it's familiar at all. I guess whatever my world was like, it must be primitive compared to what you know."

Davesprite gives a low whistle, because he's pretty sure this is the first time he's had to explain something like this to someone completely unfamiliar with any of the related technology.

"Yeah, sounds like you're impressively behind, I'd give you a ribbon and shit if I had one. Basically in the future we have these badass things called video games, they can be all kinds of shenanigans like sports or adventures or whatever the hell else except you play them on a fancy box with moving pictures instead of like, actually doing them. Or if your game is somehow cursed or supernatural or otherwise bullshit then you do actually do them, but that's the rule-proving exception or whatever the fuck they call it."

The whole explanation is something of a bizarre blur of familiar and unfamiliar concepts, and maybe if Yurick was less intelligent he'd be hopelessly lost. As it is, he thinks he gets it, but he could be way off base.

"I believe I have the general idea, though I imagine it's something I'd need to see for myself to truly understand. Do they exist here?"

With a flick of his wispy tail-tip, Davesprite nods in confirmation.

"Yeah, if you asked about them on the network you'd probably get an avalanche of responses. At least one guy was challenging people to games on the internet yesterday, I doubt he's the only one here who's a serious player."

And while the casual players are probably the ones more likely to be trying to get someone totally unfamiliar with the concept into gaming, experienced gamers would probably be better at it.

"The internet... does that have something to do with these odd phone-things they've given us?"

Yup, he's in way over his head. Though for all the confusion it creates, Yurick's pretty sure he'll end up enjoying the learning process. What else does he have to do with his afterlife, anyway? He's naturally curious, as far as he can tell.

Well. At the very least, Davesprite might be able to help this guy out. He doesn't actually use his phone much given that he has one built into his shades, but for the purposes of demonstration, he spirits the one he was given in this place out of somewhere in the depths of his neck ruff.

"Yeah, all but the most ancient and forgotten hells of phone technology can get you onto the internet. It's the culmination of human knowledge and information, so in other words it's at least three quarters porn and captioned cat pictures."

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(Sorry about how late this is, I've been stuck caring for my mom post-surgery)

(np, I know the experience)

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