keepsmehonest | 1st Tune

So, I've got to say, I feel a little silly doing this. Talking to a notebook isn't exactly commonplace where I come from. I've been told I can write into it too, but that almost makes it feel a little too personal. Like I'm writing in a journal instead of... broadcasting on the radio or making a phone call to group of people. I'm not exactly much of a writer, either. That'd be my brother, Christy.

[He laughs a little awkwardly before pausing. Yeah, he feels more than a little ridiculous talking to a book. It's part of the reason he's waited so long before addressing Luceti. Aside from taking the time to settle into the extra room in Jilly's studio. And searching the store for his fiddle.]

I'm Geordie Riddell. From Newford. New York. That's in North America. On Earth. [Then, muttered under his breath:] ...I can't believe I'm saying this. [He clears his throat and continues in a louder voice.] Uh, 1979.

I just arrived here a few days ago, but apparently my best friend has been here a lot longer. Some of you may know her. Jilly Coppercorn? Terminally cheerful artist that almost always has some paint stains on her person?

She's the one who suggested I use this... whatever it is... to try and locate my fiddle. It's an old Czech fiddle, manufactured around the turn of the century. Worn but well taken care of, recently restrung, and the initials G.R. are on the left part of the lower bout. The last time I saw it, it was in its case - scruffy, black with a picture of a blonde Victorian woman in her mid-twenties and a list of Irish drinking tunes inside.

They're very important to me - fiddle and case both - so if you've seen anything fitting the description, let me know?

Thanks.

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Definitely not Vietnam.

[Even if drafts sound uncomfortably familiar.]

...That's right. I sometimes forget that you and Jilly are from the groovy age.

And you're twenty years from our future. She mentioned that.

As near to 2005 as makes no difference. Plus the three years I've been here.

She also mentioned that you've been here for a while. But not three years.

And four months. It's...been an adventure.

I bet.

[A pause.] But hey, you don't seem to be alone.

What? You mean my walking social-faux-pas of a boyfriend...?

He was looking out for Jilly.

[And for that, Geordie just can't hold a grudge.]

He...does that. I swear that his heart's in the right place.

I can't fault him for that.

Honestly? He's probably one of the best allies she's made since coming here. Barring, of course, myself. I'm kind of awesome like that.

You really know how to use that scythe you poked me with?

The scythe was made for me. [ and she was made for it. ] I know exactly how to use it.

You had a scythe made for you.

[Okay, definitely not the typical California blonde here. He both looks and sounds impressed.]

Remind me never to get on your bad side.