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[He needed about five hours to figure out how to work this thing at all. So many buttons, no scroll or quill, damn it, those parrots were much easier to use. For someone whose primary form of long-distance communication has been owls so far, at least.

Sirius meant to write or, at the most, speak, but now he's turned on video and he's already thinking it's nothing short of a miracle he's managed that. Not the first time he's questioning the Hogwarts education system. He didn't even know muggles had such technology! (Granted, they hadn't, actually, back from the time period he came from.)]

Hello.

[After the pirate thing and a few days in this weird place, the obvious prison signs are starting to vanish. His skin has some color, his voice doesn't sound as...unused anymore and he's almost used to interacting with people again. Just when the night starts and when the nightmares come, then it's all back in Azkaban, without hope, without anything but regret and the thought of revenge.]

I'm Sirius Black. Not sure what to make of people telling me I'm fictional. To me, this place doesn't feel real.

Anyone know a good spot to get a drink around here?

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[Brief, startled silence. ...Love? Don't mind her, she's just a little flustered. Cheerful, though!]

Ah, both, actually! The police department tend to frequent a particular bar when they're off-duty, and Mr. Stark tends to prefer to drink at home, so he gets it delivered, mostly.

My flat mate is a bit underage, so not sure I want him to find me get drunk alone at home.

[He's got a godson, he has to try this acting responsible thing some time.]

Where's the bar?

Ahhhh.... Here, let me just... I just found out how to send maps to people the other day. Let me do that. It'll probably be more comprehensible than any directions I could give you. Where are you now? Then I can tailor them a little.

I'm at West 204, my apartment, right now.

Thanks for your help, love. Much appreciated. What's your name?

[A few minutes later he'll get a text message with the map route in it.]

Oh! Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry! I'm Sheska. Pleased to meet you! I'm glad I could help. This place was so confusing when I first arrived.

Thanks for the map, you're a doll.

It's very confusing, yeah. Is it very different than where you come from?

O-oh really, no, it's quite all right, I mean, anyone could have given it to you. It's nothing special.

Ah, yes, it is rather different where I come from. Nothing is nearly so fancy and advanced. I mean, we have electricity and cars and such, but it doesn't work as smoothly, and it's pretty rare for people to own their own car. Here it seems that almost everyone has one!

We don't really use te... tech-thingies like this where I come from at all.

And the stuff here doesn't look like anything I've ever seen other people [Muggles.] back home use, either.

It's certainly much more complicated than I would have imagined. There are all sorts of things that I wouldn't have thought up in a hundred years. But I do miss reading fiction. There simply isn't any to be found on the island.

What if you write something yourself? Or just listen to the stories some of these people have to tell...

Write something myself? Me? Oh, no, I'm really not very good at writing original things. I've been copying down some of the stories that I remember best from home, and they seem to be staying just fine. They're not disappearing or anything, I mean. Apparently things have been known to do that here. I would love to hear people's stories. I'm not sure how many would feel like sharing, but it would be fun to have them all written out, and get to know one another better.

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