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[inthemiddle]

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[robopriest]

A druid?

[There's an arching of his eyebrow at that title, as he reaches forward to take the other's hand, giving it a rather curt, firm shake. Possible too firm, though the shake doesn't last too long to tell.]

Ahaha. [A light laugh, his eye glimmering with some amusement.] I'm a priest. That's a title we're given, usually by the congregation we lead in our church. The name's Hansa. I don't particularly care what you call me.

[inthemiddle]

Yes. Father Hansa would be appropriate? It is of utmost important to my people that we call all those by their proper title.

[even if they don't want a title, it's somehow more "proper" to call them by one anyways]

[robopriest]

Whatever you want. Father Hansa, Mr. Hansa, Mr. Cervantes, Overseer, "hey you", "buddy", "pal", "person who keeps getting on my nerves". I've heard them all.

[All said with a deadpan.]

[inthemiddle]

[Ah, the deadpan really sells it, Silas' mouth squishes against itself in a contained smile. The small chuff in the back of his throat is subtle, but obvious enough he's containing his amusement. Said wryly, Silas responds]

Quite the impressive swath of titles, sir.

[robopriest]

I attract them like honey attracts flies, I suppose.

[He hears the light chuff from the other, and his smile grows in reply.]

Now, about your technology problem. What do you have questions about?

[inthemiddle]

Ah. I'm sure where to begin... the whole of the device is unfamiliar to me. [he takes the phone out and into hand, before click on a certain button- the caps lock one]

I have been educated upon this curious button. I should. At least. Stop appearing to be yelling in all messages. Are there any basics you would suggest I learn?

[robopriest]

Yes, the capslock should be off. Unless you really want something loud and important to say. Or you just don't like the other person that much.

[He nods at the phone.]

I think, first things first...no more typing like you're writing a letter. You don't need to "sign" messsges.

[inthemiddle]

Truly? [he sounds disappointed by this...]

It only seemed polite... I suppose the benefit of these messages is the swiftness for which they send and arrive. Letters are rather long form. [talking himself into accepting it, don't mind him]

[robopriest]

Exactly. Text messages are brief. They're not meant to convey a lot. You have to cut your thoughts short. Politeness has nothing to do with it.

You even can use acronyms, for even further briefness.

[inthemiddle]

Acronyms, sir? I... suppose that makes sense. For such short form communication. My medical notes would have similar to save my time writing...

[please, explain to him what "lol" means, he'd never understand otherwise]

[robopriest]

[A nod.]

Yes. Like "LOL" or "IDK". Though in those cases, they have nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with making stuff short and easy to read.

[inthemiddle]

Wha, what do those mean? I haven't the slightly clue.

[gotta get a clue, Silas, new world with new rules. Adapt fast or perish]

[robopriest]

[There is a twinkle in his eye.]

LOL means..."lots of love". And IDK means "i'm a dumb kid".

[inthemiddle]

["lots of love"??? Silas makes such a displeasured expression and swiftly goes red. The lilies seem to glow with pink light when he gets flustered, intriguingly enough.]

... why would you type that at me? [literally the first thing you sent, Hansa! Explain!!?]

[robopriest]

[........oh my god?? The flowers LIGHT UP?]

[Oh, this is Christmas.]

Haha! [He lets out a good-natured laugh, as if he isn't being a troll right now.] I was just showing my support for you using the phone for the first time!

[inthemiddle]

[There's nothing good-natured about that laugh! Silas knows when he's being mocked... his people are great at mockery. He's used to it.

Almost a cozy feeling, considering everything else is so unfamiliar.]

Rather inappropriate sentiment to apply... to such an occasion.

[robopriest]

Why not? It's a momentous experience. Why not show some appreciation?

[A shrug.]

But there are a lot of those acronyms. One day, I might text you "FWW, U R MY BFF! LU, XOXO TTYL" and you'll have to know what that means.

[inthemiddle]

If you insist. [meaning: no, but I'm not going to argue.

The string of words make Silas' ears flutter, because his magical hearing is really trying to translate this language into a rough meaning for him to understand. It doesn't work in the slightest, no answers there. Thanks, magic, good for so much, just not this nonsense....]

And you plan to teach me... what that means? So I will know better when such a time comes?

[robopriest]

Well, that's like expert texting. You're only a beginner.

[He folds his arms, a smug smile on his face - but it softens after a moment, though there's still some amusement in his face.]

I don't want to make this too overwhelming for you. You know, at some point, if you're in danger, it wouldn't be too good if you had to text someone for help and you were way too used to writing longer stuff like you did on the network. You'll get used to it in no time, trust me.

[inthemiddle]

[Silas, right to the point and catty about it]

Is the four letter word help too much to read?

[robopriest]

[That makes him bark out a laugh.]

Haha! I guess you have a point with that! But come on, specifics. If you texted me help, how would I know what was happening?

[inthemiddle]

[Silas puffs out through his nose when that's met with a laugh, somewhat in relief. He's glad being bitchy didn't rouse a scolding or offended reaction. He might be starting to get along with this strange man...]

Fair enough, sir. What would be the ideal shorthand for an immediate ask of help? Is there an easy way to tell others of one's location in this place?

[robopriest]

Actually, now that you mention that...

[He pulls out his own smartphone - his thumb is going a mile a minute as he seems to be texting in a word document and moving between applications, one after the other, like he's looking for something.]

There's something called GPS on some smartphones. Stands for "global positioning systems". They automatically can track your location if you have it on you. I might need to talk to our local hacker man and see if he might be able to let us use if, if its installed...

[inthemiddle]

[Silas might bounce onto his tiptoes for a brief moment to get a better look, only to settle back down when he realizes that's rather childish. Ahem. He tried to follow along with the explanation, can somewhat grasp it. A way for the devices to track their current position? That would be handy for emergency situations, yes.]

I've yet to meet a Sir Hacker. They are more adept with these devices than you are?

[robopriest]

Yes, they are. Smartphones are computers, you see. They're very complicated, and have many layers to them. Its...hm.

[He pauses in his texting, pursing his lips as he thinks.]

It's like a closed box. You get things out of the box, but you don't know what's happening inside them. Hackers like the one I talked to, they can find a way into the box and and maybe even change things inside of it.