Tadeusz:
So you volunteer to take it home, and fiddle with it.
Oak:
"I was home, fiddling with a laptop, and now... I am here. I didn't bring me here, and I doubt that you did, Sweetie."
OOC: Since I versed out at home, would I have home stuff rather than office stuff? Are we doing standard Multiverser starting stuff, or did you want to simplify belongings to few (or no) items not on my person? BTW, either way is OK with me... :)
I ponder the lack of technology here, while a part of my mind wonders if this place is simply somewhere off the grid, or if I am now somewhere with a pervasive lack of technology. For now, I keep my cell phone shut off and in my pocket. It may be quite a while before I can recharge it.
When I see the house, I ponder the best way to approach without alarming anyone. Strangers may or may not be welcome. They may not even share a culture or language with me. I need to announce my arrival in a non-threatening way that can be understood regardless of language or cultural barriers, and ideally in a way that would make me an asset rather than a liability.
Perhaps... a bard. Music is as close to a universal language as I have, and someone with songs and stories may well find a welcome. Hmmmm...
"Dearest LORD, please bless my interactions, and help me to be a blessing, I pray..."
So it is that I lift my voice, and start to sing from afar as I approach the house.
" 'Amazing grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come,
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.' "