"Autographs?"  Rinn repeats the unfamiliar word.  It's feeling something like exchanging computer keys, but she thought Old Earth didn't have computer keys yet in this era?  "Of course."

"And if it isn't a bother, then yes!"

(Parrolan nods without saying anything.)

"Then it's decided. Who should we make the autographs out to?"

The woman produces a small piece of paper with something printed on one side from her bag.

"If you could do one to Tsukino Usagi and Sailor Moon could do one each to Tsukino Usagi and Tsukino Shingo?"

Moon produces a bright pink pen set with a gem, writes something on the paper, and hands the pen and the receipt to Venus, who writes on the paper and gives the pen back to Moon and the paper to the woman.

"We should also figure out a way to get back in touch. If the Black Moon manage to find them they'll need to contact us quickly"

"Artemis and I worked with the image of the old Queen Serenity to connect the Teletia Ss to the modern phone network. We can give them the numbers for them and they'll be able to phone us."

"That sounds good. And if we need to contact you, me and Venus have disguise magic we can use to contact you without giving away our real identities or risking people seeing the Sailor Warriors going to the place you're staying at."

"That's an autograph?  But couldn't it be -- surely you've got printers?  Duplicators?"

If not, then hopefully one of their computers contains specs to half of modern technology?

"Printing them would defeat the whole point - people want autographs because they want to have things their heroes have personally written on and put attention into."

"I'll give you series of decimal digits that you can enter into a device called a telephone that you will be able to find in nearly any building in this country in order to contact each of us. They'll each be eleven digits long, so before I give them to you you should get ready to record them."

"Oh, a pocket computer?  You've already got a global network with... decimal addresses?"

Figuring out the new... well, super-old... sort of computers could be fun.

"Thank you," says Parrolan seriously.  He really doesn't want to lose touch with them.  "I'd give you my address too, but I don't know if it'll survive the interface conversion."

He looks between her and Tsukino.  "Actually, it might make more sense just for us to each get one of these, er, 'phones'?  Along with... would our clothes stand out here?"  He tugs on the double lapel of his shirt.  The outer lapel is almost as deep as it would be on a suitcoat, covering a quarter of the purple-gold spiral on the right half of his shirt.

"I can get you some clothes that will fit in more. I don't know about a phone, those are more expensive, but if you're staying in our house you can use our landline."

"I can provide phones."