Hell yeah, dude. I had a book of Arthurian legends as well. Have you seriously never read Lord of the Rings?
[ Because he failed to list it and any self-respecting sword and sorcery appreciator should read Lord of the Rings. It’s practically the blueprint for all modern fantasy in the west… ]
Well, uh, maybe I could help? I mean, the most woodwork I’ve ever really done is like, a bird house and some dice towers, but I’ve done a little wood burning. And, uh…I’m not beyond being humbled into learning either.
[ Honestly, from the sound of it, it’s something he would like to do, and not just out of obligation. He’s missing home and his uncle and friends more than he’d realized, and he’s determined to find ways to connect with others. Even if it means learning a new skill. ]
It’s kind of the least I can offer for saddling you with more work.
[Arthur's expression is mildly perplexed, and he shakes his head.]
Afraid not. Of course, if it came out any time after 1940, there's no way for me to know about it. I think the last new book we got was an Agatha Christie. Well, discounting anything published in Wellington Wells, but let's just say that my fellow Wellies were not terribly literarily inclined.
[He had been in publishing, so to speak, and had read all of the 'new' manuscripts. Which were mostly bizarrely rewritten Shakespeare plays, devoid of all violence or tragedy, and local guides. Not terribly stimulating reads. Thank Dog he'd been in a position to steal old books before they were burned.
But his thoughts quickly move on as Eddie keeps talking. He...wants to learn woodworking? From Arthur? No one ever wants to learn anything from him, they just want him to do things for them. The universe's errand boy, that's Arthur Hastings. Coming from Wellington, he'd long had the underlying assumption that all his knowledge would just....be lost. Like everything in that Dog forsaken village. His entire university education would go to waste. It was only here, in this world, he's been able to utilize it and do something with it.
And now Eddie is asking to help him and learn, to be a part of this renovation project. It's strangely touching. Genuinely so.]
That would be...quite nice, young master Eddie. Quite nice indeed.
[ For some reason, despite meeting people from both his future, his past, and worlds that he wouldn’t know even existed back home, it’s the fact that someone could not be familiar with Lord of the Rings that’s absolutely boggling Eddie’s mind. It’s also terribly sad. He was born in 1966, and thus has never experienced a world without the Lord of the Rings and its impact. ]
Uh...1950-something? I guess you just missed it. But dude, if you like Arthurian legends, you’d love it. I’ll pass it along if I find a copy.
[ He immediately assumes Arthur is from a time prior to 1950, rather than simply from a horribly censorship-happy society. Because that’s the simple explanation.
He certainly doesn’t expect such a response to a simple request to help with this project. Genuine and touched, like Eddie asking just made Arthur’s entire life. He figures that this is a big project and he may as well make himself useful, especially if he can’t repay Arthur very well for his work. It would probably make his uncle proud to hear it’s something he’s opted to try out—if he ever sees the old man again. ]
Great, man. Just, uh, let me know where you want to start and I’ll give it my best shot.
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[ Because he failed to list it and any self-respecting sword and sorcery appreciator should read Lord of the Rings. It’s practically the blueprint for all modern fantasy in the west… ]
Well, uh, maybe I could help? I mean, the most woodwork I’ve ever really done is like, a bird house and some dice towers, but I’ve done a little wood burning. And, uh…I’m not beyond being humbled into learning either.
[ Honestly, from the sound of it, it’s something he would like to do, and not just out of obligation. He’s missing home and his uncle and friends more than he’d realized, and he’s determined to find ways to connect with others. Even if it means learning a new skill. ]
It’s kind of the least I can offer for saddling you with more work.
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[Arthur's expression is mildly perplexed, and he shakes his head.]
Afraid not. Of course, if it came out any time after 1940, there's no way for me to know about it. I think the last new book we got was an Agatha Christie. Well, discounting anything published in Wellington Wells, but let's just say that my fellow Wellies were not terribly literarily inclined.
[He had been in publishing, so to speak, and had read all of the 'new' manuscripts. Which were mostly bizarrely rewritten Shakespeare plays, devoid of all violence or tragedy, and local guides. Not terribly stimulating reads. Thank Dog he'd been in a position to steal old books before they were burned.
But his thoughts quickly move on as Eddie keeps talking. He...wants to learn woodworking? From Arthur? No one ever wants to learn anything from him, they just want him to do things for them. The universe's errand boy, that's Arthur Hastings. Coming from Wellington, he'd long had the underlying assumption that all his knowledge would just....be lost. Like everything in that Dog forsaken village. His entire university education would go to waste. It was only here, in this world, he's been able to utilize it and do something with it.
And now Eddie is asking to help him and learn, to be a part of this renovation project. It's strangely touching. Genuinely so.]
That would be...quite nice, young master Eddie. Quite nice indeed.
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Uh...1950-something? I guess you just missed it. But dude, if you like Arthurian legends, you’d love it. I’ll pass it along if I find a copy.
[ He immediately assumes Arthur is from a time prior to 1950, rather than simply from a horribly censorship-happy society. Because that’s the simple explanation.
He certainly doesn’t expect such a response to a simple request to help with this project. Genuine and touched, like Eddie asking just made Arthur’s entire life. He figures that this is a big project and he may as well make himself useful, especially if he can’t repay Arthur very well for his work. It would probably make his uncle proud to hear it’s something he’s opted to try out—if he ever sees the old man again. ]
Great, man. Just, uh, let me know where you want to start and I’ll give it my best shot.