<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt (same as picture, but clean and not sweaty. ;) ), clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, AJ<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo nodded.<strong>"Well, people will believe what they want to believe. Often, if they can't explain something, or if science can't explain it, they look to the fantastical,"</strong>he said.<strong>"And some folks like to read about the beliefs people had hundreds of years ago. You know, how people used to think the world was flat? Well, some people like to read about -other- beliefs too, and the supernatural and paranormal are all the rage nowadays, even at the movies,"</strong>he said, leaning against the counter as he watched her check out the chess pieces.<br/><br/>He watched her move around, her eyes taking in all the stuff she saw. He was sure she thought most of it was garbage, junk, or just plain weird. Then she came to a stop by the old gramaphone that he had for sale. When she asked about it, he nodded and walked over to it.<br/><br/><strong>"Yep, that's a pristine Victoria V, from 1907, and yeah, it still works,"</strong>he said. When she asked him to play something, he moved to the side where he had a small collection of records that were made for this particular machine. He selected one and carefully pulled it out, and set it on the platter. With a gentle, slow rhythm, he wound up the device with a small hand-crank on the side of the mahogany case, and then moved the needle-lever up and over to come to rest on the edge of the record.<br/><br/>A few scratchy sounds could be heard as the needle found its groove, and then slowly, the slow build-up of violins and cellos could be heard as the classical music, most likely Bach or Beethoven, began to sound and grow louder. The sound quality was superb for a machine well over 100 years old.<br/><br/>Theo gave a faint grin as he listened.<strong>"They just don't make them like this anymore,"</strong>he said, glancing over at the blond woman to see what she thought.