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[Alfie greets and makes nice with newcomers when he comes across them, but he doesn't go out of his way to seek them out. He's not interested in being part of any de facto welcome wagon, especially not now that more and more people are filtering their way in, either to use the Meadous as a waypoint or to settle down and stay; that can be a job for people like Meulin and Harley. He does, however, notice new houses as he passes them by, and today there's one on his regular walking route. He takes note of the name on the mailbox - Beauregard, good lord - and is all set to continue ambling onwards when a flash of movement catches his eye. Is that--

-- yes. That absolutely is his cat, leaping up onto the windowsill and slipping in through the open window.

With a sigh, he turns and heads towards the door instead, giving it a firm knock.]

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Why would I be sensitive about being named Alfie?

Why would I be sensitive about being named Beauregard? [ it's just a name, that's her point!! ]

Mmmm. Cultural differences, I suppose.

What, is it a weird name where you come from? [ a pause. ] I mean, it's not common where I'm from either but.

It's a man's name. I've never met a woman named Beauregard.

[SORRY BEAU YOU ASKED FOR THIS ANSWER]

[ SHE WRINKLES HER NOSE god. ]

It's a dude's name where I come from too. But it's also my name and I'm a woman, so.

Well, fair enough, then, eh?

[He does sound like he means that, at least. You go, girl; own your name.]

[ huff! so there. she adjusts her beanie, pushing it back just a little. ]

... I've never heard an accent like yours before. [ she says, after a moment. ]

Have you heard of England? London?

Yeah, vaguely. That's in the same place as China and Japan and Russia, right? Earth or whatever.

My mum's from Russia.

[And he's actually pretty pleased to have an off-worlder recognize it.]

I'm from a part of London called Camden Town; most of us talk like I do. Cockney.

[ oh, snap. she sort of grins a bit at that. ]

Do you speak Russian? [ she asks in... really fluent and unaccented russian, actually. ]

[Quelle surprise! His eyes even widen a little.]

I do, yes.

[And his is equally fluent.]

You didn't learn to speak like this in three months, did you?

Got a knack for languages.

[ she had a good teacher. half of it is book taught so there are going to be words in there that don't sound quite right, but for the most part it's pretty good. ]

I speak eight? Uhh. [ she lists them out on her fingers. ] Common, Halfling, Elvish, Deep Speech, Dwarvish, Undercommon, Russian, American Sign Language, and bits and pieces of Chinese and Japanese.

I've heard of a few of those.

[And just out of curiosity, he breaks out some of Royce's Elvish on her. It's noticeably less fluid than his Russian.]

Can you understand me? Can you speak this?

[ there are... bits that she recognizes, she thinks. it's a very similar language. maybe a different dialect. she gets part of it, and then: ]

I get that it's Elvish, but it's - weird. It's not quite right? You're speaking Elvish like from another world, right?

Royce's world. He's taught me a bit. I've also got Yiddish, though that's not on your list, is it.

[ ahhh... that'd make sense. the hooded guy being some kind of elf makes a lot of sense. or maybe he's just a really sneaky human, but she figures there has to be a reason he knows the language, right? ]

It's not, no. What is it? Is it from a certain place? [ nerd mode activated! she's scooted forward on her seat, fascinated. ]

It's the language of the Yids. Jews. One of 'em; I don't know the others. We're a culture; a people.

[ she nods. ]

I know about Jews. I didn't know there was a language specifically for them, though. [ when you're in a murdergame with nothing to do during the day, you read a whole lot and get very disjointed bits of information. ] Everybody on Earth is human, right? On your Earth.

As far as I know.

[He says, slightly amused.]

But the vampires and werewolves and things may be keeping themselves very well hidden. Why do you ask?

[ she makes a face at him. ]

I'm just curious. Every Earth is slightly different. Yours doesn't have anything but humans, but Akira's has a talking cat and Luna's had like, robots, and then A-Sang and Wei Ying's world has zombies, but they're all Earths.

We'll have robots in the future, I expect, but I do hope to avoid the zombies. The year, for me, was nineteen twenty-two; that's behind many people that I've met.

Oh, shit, yeah. That's far back. I had two friends from the nineteen eighties, and then a bunch from the two-thousands.

[ a pause. ] Our year system doesn't match up with Earth's in Exandria, so.

Did you meet anyone from your own world in either of these murder games?

[He says it almost gently; he's aware that it might be a sore subject.]