"Both. Every year it's held somewhere different. 2024 was held in Paris, and 2020's was in Tokyo. I think skating is usually held indoors, regardless of where it is. Just because of climate control."

"Hm." He rolls his shoulders, "It's a better use for inventiveness than weapons," he decides after a moment.

"They're pretty set for weapons, unfortunately. The twentieth century was big on that point." And on that topic. Beach?

Beach! Which distracts him from asking after those weapons, which they should probably both be grateful for.

It's very definitely summer in this little pocket! They pass through a zone of swiftly warming air until they reach the balmy weather typical of a nice day on the coast in midsummer, calling to mind parasols on the beach and cool drinks in the shade. Warm clothes are definitely not necessary here.

It's not just the temperature, either. Summery greenery blossoms along the edge of the sand, a riot of bright flowers against a backdrop of greens and blues. 

Oh. So much better. August immediately sheds her two outer layers and pulls off her boots with a sigh.

Druig glances at her outfit change and- shrugs.

His armour melts away to reveal a more casual outfit.

"Temperature doesn't really affect us," he comments.

"Unfortunately for me..." she starts, and doesn't really feel the need to finish.

She flops down onto the sand and pulls up her jeans to her knees, then shifts closer to the tide. How's the water?

Warm! Cooler than she is, of course, and cooler than the air, but not by that much.

Druig sits on his heels a few feet away from her.

"Been years since I've been somewhere warm." She wiggles her toes in the water. "Almost forgot what it felt like."

He leans forward to dip his fingers in the lake, streaming them side-to-side through the water, "You'll have more than enough of it soon."

"What sorts of resources do you need? I was thinking of summoning a ton of vaccines. Maybe a generator... though I can use magic to keep everything from dying. But a power generator would probably be better, since we can learn to replicate it and it won't rely totally on me and my magic."

He shifts on his feet, and after a moment drops down onto the sand.

"With actual guided development..." He trails off, frowning to himself. "I can prevent them from turning technology to weapons," he assures himself. "A shield against disease would be worth it."

He looks back to her, "Bring what you think you need. I don't know what your humans have developed in the past four hundred years to give suggestions."

August hms. "Vaccines and antibiotics... the process of canning and preserving food. I'm not a very big science person, unfortunately. My expertise is in magic. I do have my grimoire. I've been building and collecting spells over the past forty years...." she reaches over to her bag though and pulls out her laptop. "I wonder if Milliways has wifi."

The backyard doesn't, at least.

Druig looks at the screen over her shoulder.

"Interesting interface. When was this invented?"

August pauses and hands the laptop over to him.

"I think the process started over two hundred years ago? But a computer like this, ones that weren't huge and were practical for personal use.... I think the 1970s. They've come a long way since then. This is a 2024 model."

He takes it carefully, inspecting the screen and the keyboard and the mousepad, using the latter briefly to control the cursor on the former.

"What do you use to power it? When you're not using your magic."

"I have a solar powered charger."

She reaches into her bag again - and this time pulls out a fairly large panel. Just a little too big, such as that it shouldn't have fit in the bag. She unfolds it and lies it down on the sand a good distance from the water.

He runs his fingers over it carefully.

"I'm not... Phastos is the one who would understand this. Technology isn't exactly my area."

He pulls his fingers away.

"Sunlight?"

"Yeah. Got this from a military base. I needed it to be portable, light and only take up a bit of room. I can only stretch the dimensions inside my pack a bit without a steady source of magic."

"Hmm... Maybe..." He flexes his fingers, and a drop of gold metal forms over the back of his hand, expanding out to form a skeletal gauntlet. He shows it to her.

"Subspace pocket. We all have them. I couldn't tell you how they're made, but if some of the things you fetch are large I can fold them in."

She reaches out to touch it - before stopping just before and just hovering.

"How large?"

He frowns, "Hmm..." he looks around, spotting a large rock up the beach a ways, which looks to be about half her size. "I could fold that, assuming it isn't some kind of super-dense exotic material. Anything heavier would take adjustments I... don't know how to do. Mass is more a problem than size."