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strangetrip2018-02-21 01:36 pm
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[EP] Learning about Humanity - OTA
Adrian had found a lot of the 'guests' at the Inn were quite pleasant and he wondered if that was how his father had found them in the beginning. When they had no idea he was a vampire, just a wanderer among them. It fueled his curiosity and he wanted to learn more about humanity. The only examples he ever had was his mother and the other villagers, besides what he had encountered here.
The best way to learn, was to observe. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he settled onto a small table in the restaurant area with his ever present notebook beside him. It was what he used to take notes, trying to decipher turns of phrases and words that were foreign to him. Up until this point he'd used a pencil, but on the way down he'd realized that he didn't have it with him. Instead, someone had offered him a writing utensil, they called it a pen but it looked nothing like a goose feather and he couldn't understand how it wrote without an inkwell.
As he pressed the end to the piece of paper there was nothing. Adrian's thumb accidentally moved across the end of the pen and he heard a click sound. Suddenly a point appeared at the bottom where there had been nothing. "Odd." Curiously, he moved the end over the paper and gasped when a mark appeared. Was the ink hidden?
The best way to learn, was to observe. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he settled onto a small table in the restaurant area with his ever present notebook beside him. It was what he used to take notes, trying to decipher turns of phrases and words that were foreign to him. Up until this point he'd used a pencil, but on the way down he'd realized that he didn't have it with him. Instead, someone had offered him a writing utensil, they called it a pen but it looked nothing like a goose feather and he couldn't understand how it wrote without an inkwell.
As he pressed the end to the piece of paper there was nothing. Adrian's thumb accidentally moved across the end of the pen and he heard a click sound. Suddenly a point appeared at the bottom where there had been nothing. "Odd." Curiously, he moved the end over the paper and gasped when a mark appeared. Was the ink hidden?

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"My oldest, Dean, was four years old and my youngest, Sam, was six months.... it was definitely a shock." And she still had a lot of trouble missing out on all of the things she couldn't experience because of her death.
"Sometimes it's hard for me to not treat them like children, even though their men." She still had to work on not calling Sam Sammy.
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Mary smiled at that. "Thank you." She paused. "Did you ever find it annoying?"
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"A part of me will always feel like their mother, so I guess we're even." Mary just needed to relearn what it meant to be a mother to adults.
She paused, then leaned to look at his list again. "Do you have any others you're particularly stumped on?"
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Mary smiled. "Of course. And Maybe I'll have some things we can both try to figure out together so my kids don't think I'm entirely uncool."