[She will look over at the shelf, pick one up, turn it upside down. And she glances at him and notices the tiredness, giving him a look of concern, but. . . ]
I think it may only be a ball filled with water, with little flakes inside meant to look like snow? [Probably possible to recreate even with Victorian technology still in the early hologram era.] Some of them play music, though. That is rather lovely.
[me crying as i get back into backtagging. please destroy me, siz. i am ready]
Oh, really? And...music! Ah! It must work similar to the principles of music boxes in general, with their discs...one would only need attach the globe to the top of the music box, and then, there you have it!
Quite! Perhaps we bring a few back with us, at least. Perhaps Iris will have some clever ideas for it. But I already shudder to think what has become of Mr. Naruhodo's desk without me there to scold him; no more knick-knacks, I should think.
I'm not sure. I meant - I have already been gone from his side for several months now.
[He's from a different time than she is, so perhaps he forgot.]
If time has passed, then he'll have caused even more clutter, I suppose. [. . .] But he will still be there; of course Mr. Naruhodo wouldn't ever leave Iris alone. [At least, she assumes that's the source of his concern.]
[He isn't worried about him as much as Iris, though he holds both in his heads and his hearts. How are they, by themselves? Alone? Are they able to feed themselves? Make the rent for the flat? What will they return to?]
Not like anyone could have predicted this. Perhaps we'll all wake up, and it will be a mere dream.
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[He just sighs a little. He just...looks tired, somehow.]
I can't say I've ever seen most of these things before. Why, have you ever heard of a "snowglobe"?
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[She will look over at the shelf, pick one up, turn it upside down. And she glances at him and notices the tiredness, giving him a look of concern, but. . . ]
Simply marvelous.
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Yes! Indeed! A snowstorm in a small glass ball. Ingenious. We must simply take back as many of these things as we can.
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[They're nice, but - ]
I think it may only be a ball filled with water, with little flakes inside meant to look like snow? [Probably possible to recreate even with Victorian technology still in the early hologram era.] Some of them play music, though. That is rather lovely.
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Oh, really? And...music! Ah! It must work similar to the principles of music boxes in general, with their discs...one would only need attach the globe to the top of the music box, and then, there you have it!
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Quite! Perhaps we bring a few back with us, at least. Perhaps Iris will have some clever ideas for it. But I already shudder to think what has become of Mr. Naruhodo's desk without me there to scold him; no more knick-knacks, I should think.
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[...]
[His...face falls slightly.]
Do you think...time has passed since we've been gone?
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[He's from a different time than she is, so perhaps he forgot.]
If time has passed, then he'll have caused even more clutter, I suppose. [. . .] But he will still be there; of course Mr. Naruhodo wouldn't ever leave Iris alone. [At least, she assumes that's the source of his concern.]
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[He isn't worried about him as much as Iris, though he holds both in his heads and his hearts. How are they, by themselves? Alone? Are they able to feed themselves? Make the rent for the flat? What will they return to?]
Not like anyone could have predicted this. Perhaps we'll all wake up, and it will be a mere dream.