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[burntbridges]

[Letha's confusion over this new technology is clear from the first moment of the video. She's turned on the camera facing away from her, showing her desk full of neatly organized piles of paper, all forms with neat cursive scrawled across them. The angle is skewed, camera shaky, and she keeps moving it as she tries to figure out the device.]

There's absolutely nothing like this in my world...

[Sure, she'd tried very hard to follow the orientation instructions, but she's handling it much like a grandmother with her first smartphone. She finally gets it turned around, but that just gives viewers a worm's eye view of her shocked face as she sees the unflattering angle and turns it back around to her desk.]

If only I could write on these, it would be so much simpler. Well, anyway. Can anyone hear me? I thought it might be prudent to contact this 'network'... and see if anyone who understands these... inventions better than me could lend me a hand.

[Go easy on her, she's never even seen a telephone or typewriter before.]

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[burntbridges]

No creepier than speaking to the living. The dead tend to be much more level-headed, anyway.

[She doesn't seem to mind the creeped-out look. She considers it the result of a lesser mind.]

My name is Letha. And yes, I'd love a tutor.

[threatenwithcuteness]

I... guess that makes sense? Except it still sounds weird and creepy.

*Talking to the living might not be a picnic, but they aren't dead.*

They suggested I should enroll in the high school here, while we're here anyway. So I can help out this afternoon if nobody else has gotten to you before then. Okay?

It's nice to meet you, I think. The talking to dead thing is still weirding me out.

[burntbridges]

I don't know what a high school is, but... whenever you're available, I'll be ready to learn.

[She wrinkles her nose at that last comment.]

Your hair is weird, but I'm sure others don't judge you for such minor details.

[threatenwithcuteness]

*Sorry, you just said you don't know what high school is. That takes Lola a moment.*

It's a school to prepare teenagers for college, basically where anyone my age is expected to spend most of their week.

*She has no idea how old you are, but you don't look that much older. How does one just not know about high school!?*

Everyone judges me over my hair, that's what people do is judge others. That's why people put in an effort to look how they want. It wouldn't be worth it otherwise.