[Evelyn heard a similar sentiment from Chuck Hansen as they entertained a similar scenario, sitting over tea. Mostly I feel like I'm just...existing, he'd stressed, and from backgrounds such as his and Dan's this place must seem a constant terror of boredom. In a way, Evelyn feels much the same. As a severe sufferer of wanderlust Evelyn cannot abide being trapped, and Wonderland has never been anything more than a gilded cage.]
Ah.
[Very few people ask her about the time from whence she comes and perhaps it stems from ignorance - forced to learn so much, so quickly, Evelyn tends to only have her temporal identity recognised when someone makes a comment about how old-fashioned her clothing looks.]
Well, it's...not as technologically advanced as all this. The music behind you is from my time. I work in Egypt - it's, ah, a desert country - as an archaeologist, which is the study of human activity through the remnants of what they leave behind. That could be...artefacts as mundane as combs or knives, or even human remains.
[Here Evelyn actually excuses herself, moving to a nearby bookshelf and picking through a set of fat albums.]
The rest of the world is, I think, teetering on the edge of a precipice...I grew up in a war, we just...called it the Great War. More than thirty countries - er, large nations - were involved. Our wounded were sent back to my country, hospitals were too full so we took a lot of the soldiers into our house- aha!
[She pulls a book free and brings it over to him.]
This is a set of photographs I have from home, of the capital of Egypt, Cairo, and archaeological work. And this- [Prying the album open, she taps one of the images.] Is my father, Howard Carnahan.
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Ah.
[Very few people ask her about the time from whence she comes and perhaps it stems from ignorance - forced to learn so much, so quickly, Evelyn tends to only have her temporal identity recognised when someone makes a comment about how old-fashioned her clothing looks.]
Well, it's...not as technologically advanced as all this. The music behind you is from my time. I work in Egypt - it's, ah, a desert country - as an archaeologist, which is the study of human activity through the remnants of what they leave behind. That could be...artefacts as mundane as combs or knives, or even human remains.
[Here Evelyn actually excuses herself, moving to a nearby bookshelf and picking through a set of fat albums.]
The rest of the world is, I think, teetering on the edge of a precipice...I grew up in a war, we just...called it the Great War. More than thirty countries - er, large nations - were involved. Our wounded were sent back to my country, hospitals were too full so we took a lot of the soldiers into our house- aha!
[She pulls a book free and brings it over to him.]
This is a set of photographs I have from home, of the capital of Egypt, Cairo, and archaeological work. And this- [Prying the album open, she taps one of the images.] Is my father, Howard Carnahan.