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| [Coming over the SFC, it's Mrs. Brisby again! She seems tired, but in good spirits. She's got a bit of a cough, but it's not that much.]
Please excuse my absence. I got distracted for a while.
I haven't done anything with other people in a long while, though. If anyone would like to set up something, that'd be quite lovely. The house is pretty empty, sometimes. | |
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| I've been laying low since I arrived here, watching you people on the network, learning what I could about this place. I've watched the bubble go crazy with a body swapping curse, watched friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies find each other after being torn to this new reality. I've watched ad-hoc cross-dimensional families discuss their plans for the evening. I've watched trolls hate flirting, magicians planning, and self described geniuses trapped in some sort of Moriarty and Holmes like mental cat and mouse. Mostly I've watched people go about their lives, their relationships, their hobbies. Very few of you seem to be at all concerned with what this place is, or how it works. So many of you are focused on the here and now. I've learned what I can from passive observation, I think. I have decided it's time to start writing again. It's time for me to do my job and get out there, back on the streets.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
( Continue reading 'It Could Be Worse - 01' )
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| The weather has grown quite warm in the recent week, enough to require summer robes to keep cool. The locals have informed me of an odd creation called "air conditioning". Such an odd name, I was skeptical at first, yet this air conditioning is much more effective at cooling the house down than paper fans.
This house does not have enough paper doors to open during the summer either. I do not recall last year being this warm, yet it is hard to say. The months and years seem to blend together the longer I am here.
Speaking of unusual activity, this fishlympics has me quite intrigued. Games of friendly competition. This does sound quite enjoyable. Certainly it is something to raise the morale in this bubble city.
~Uesugi Kenshin
[ I apologize for another temporary absence. Fuck you, insomnia. ] | |
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| [Ky's sitting formally at the desk in his apartment, his back straight and the cup of tea he had been sipping on set aside for the moment. This is a far less formal matter than things he's spoken of before, in many ways. He's trying to get other people's opinions for the simple reason that he's curious, and nothing more.]
Is there any one person you would say has made you who you are? Whose opinion you automatically trust, or trusted, more?
[Ky's had a lot more time to think about questions like this since he's been in Vatheon, and certainly he thinks he's learned a lot from questions that other people have asked, even if they don't have immediate or direct consequences. And Zelda's recitation of what the scientist had said, about them having to be heroes, had struck home. How did people learn to be heroes, after all?]
If so, why them? Did it just happen, or did they do something to make you trust them?
And if not, how did you work things out on your own? | |
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