5th Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

It wasn't unknown to Edward, this strange feeling he'd woken up with: as if he was aware of the entirety of the room and the world beyond it. The last vestiges of a dream, no doubt, which left things looking and smelling more roselike than they really were. But with his groggy head on he'd stumbled out of the room, driven in some sense by purpose embedded in that dream.

There was a large white cupboard sitting in the middle of the common area that drew him to it. It seemed as if it were the most important object in the room, and in his dream-drunk state he saw no reason not to pursue the feeling.

It lasted until he'd opened the cupboard and seen its contents. A blast of air as cold as winter smashed him right in the face, leaving him blinking and squinting. "What--"

Then he realized three things: one, that he was hungry; two, that this cupboard seemed to contain at least some food; and three, that he wasn't able to identify a single bit of it.

So's if anyone on the fifth floor woke up to find a bedraggled Welshman taking various objects out of the fridge and putting them back in again, well, that was why.

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[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Computers," she said, almost reverently. "They scare me a bit, still, and I'm still figuring out how they work, but -- machines that can access anything in the entire breadth of human knowledge. Many people here have tiny ones that fit in their pockets, even, so that should they ever pause for a moment to wonder about anything, they can find the answer in a matter of seconds."

She paused, and added, "Most of them don't use them that way, I find. Usually it's less a thirst for knowledge that drives a search, and more a desire to look at pictures of cats or something."

...she was terribly guilty of that, herself, after all.

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

"Machines that can access all human knowledge?" Ichabod repeated, his mind trying to make an image of this, which included the part of 'fitting in a pocket'. "I would certainly like to see that." He paused, then added: "Cats?"

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"I usually look for puppies, personally," Celia replied. "But...oh, right, you won't know about photographs." It was harder than she'd thought, explaining things to someone even further back in time than herself. "They also have technology that allows you to capture an image -- moving or otherwise -- of...anything, fairly instantly. For whatever reason, people in this time are utterly fascinated by cats, and photographs of them."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Now Ichabod tried to imagine that. "And where can I find one of these 'computers'?"

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"The library has a bank of them, I think?" Celia offered. "I haven't used them much, and when I have, it's been borrowed from friends. But they seem easy enough to use?"