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"1887," Felicity replies somewhat automatically to both Cora and Gunsinger, trying to comprehend 'the 2700's.' She eventually gives up trying to work out how it's possible and walks over to the bar, taking a seat seemingly at random.

"So... You're from the 2700's--" pointing at Sato-- "and you're 31st-century... 1877, though. That's just ten years." She blinks at the three others for a short while, perhaps wondering who to question first and with what, but decides against it and shakes her head slightly.

"I am... just going to accept this for now... and straighten things out later," she said finally, as if convincing herself, turning to face the bar.

I'm not- :::she paused for a moment:::

I'm not a soldier anymore... and you deserved that one, remeber?

:::But Cora let go of the hostility towards Sato before she had any of it , and went to the bar to show it off to the new comers:::

Whatever either of you can think of to drink will be at this bar, you just need to find it. And through that door over there is a library with ever book and information receptical ever written... but that too is a matter of finding the information you want.

:::as she very well knew was eaiser said than done:::

Er- that is, if either of you can read. :::She walked behind the bar to find a bottle of wine:::

"I can read," Felicity mumbles, staring off into space. She glances over at Gunsinger as he addresses her, but quickly looks back at the table, unnerved by his eyes.

"Well..." She hesitated before speaking, deciding whether to tell the truth or not. She eventually decides on somewhere inbetween. "I work at a saloon... playing cards. I'm one of the dealers." She knew it was somewhat unusual, but that was nothing new for Felicity. She had always been 'somewhat unusual', at least as far as she knew.

Oo!

:::Cora's eyes lit up:::

You have playing cards? The ones with hearts, and diamonds, and spades...? Can I see? I've never seen an actual deck before. I've only ever tried making my own, but I have very little to go from.

"If you want to..." Felicity raises an eyebrow slightly at Cora's request, but takes her deck of cards out of her pocket and holds them out to her. At Gunsinger's comment, she glances at him and frowns.

"Sharp? Why do you think that?" she asks, slightly offended.

Of course, it's true, but everyone jumps to that conclusion. Still, the tone in his voice is all too familiar, and she recognizes the implication almost immediately. She hands the deck to Cora and sits back down. "I am not a cheat, I assure you."

:::Cora takes the deck of cards and excited shuffles through them, but she stops and picks a random card and begins to study it:::

Oh I see, they're thick... that makes them much eaiser to switch between and layer... how interesting.

:::She flips it over and studies the back, marveling at the design for a while:::

:::It's beautiful...:::

"Careful with those; I only have so many," she says to Cora, choosing to ignore Sato's and Gunsinger's comments. Obviously, they didn't believe her. She didn't want to confirm or deny anything else just yet, though.

"What else is different in the future?" she asks Sato and Cora, changing the subject.

:::Cora quickly folds the cards back together after one last look, and hands them back:::

Thank you, Felicity... :::to the others:::

I don't know about that... people changed pretty damn much where I come from. The only reason that people like you can even understand the kind of speach I'm using is because I spent enough time here in the Brink. I used to sound like a highscription translator...

:::she shakes her head:::

For example, the reason there aren't playing cards in the 31st century is because there is no playing. There is no recreation.