lingeringlegacy | 07 ☆ Returning Returner

The Tree has seen fit to greet my return from the elevator with a flashy getup I cannot change out of and alterations to my personal effects. I suppose it confirms that one thing has not changed since I last wrote.

Youth, 00, Smoke, Mindelan, Gene, Huo & Hawk - My gratitude for your concerns. I am safe and sound. It was difficult to tell apart day and night back there, but from the cycle of eating and getting hungry, I estimate 1-2 days have passed. Yet, the number of journal pages filled suggests a longer period. How long have I been away? I ~~mis~~ would enjoy meeting you over a cup of tea or coffee. Or pie or pasta. Or anything, really. Foodless is fine too.

Dr Valeth and [Housekeeping NPC supervisor] - My apologies for the absence. I shall report for duty on Monday if it is acceptable to you. By acceptable I also refer to the long fringe trims on my jacket. They look awfully easy to get caught in things.

How did post-hurricane cleanup go for everyone? My house got through just fine, but the humidity seemed quite severe, judging from the state of my components rack. (Unlikely but) does anyone have a proper chamber oven for baking PCBAs? Otherwise I'll have to use a toaster oven but... not sure if the heat distribution's even enough.

-Stellaris

[ooc: Mun feels like going local. For the Rockstar event, Stellaris is dressed as Anggun from her 90s 'lady rocker' days [1][2], meaning: red beret & garish fringe jacket, with black top, denim shorts and suede boots. Accessories include xbox hueg digital watch, at least 3 necklaces and enough bangles to compete with an Indian bride.]

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[She shook her head, flashing a brief apologetic smile. No experience with two headed monsters, here.]

I know. Sometimes I even worry a rope bridge would collapse while I'm on it. Some people are really strong, though. Like Smoke or Gai, or the people who didn't bat an eye about running around in the middle of a hurricane.

[...Two mass murders within months. Outrageous.]

I don't know of any massacre in the Bazaar, so maybe it was before my birth. But I was here when that Butcher murdered people in Square Zero. You know, the one imprisoned in Crystala? There were accounts that someone had to go in person and alert the Watch before they found the crime scene. Completely unacceptable. But as disappointed as I am in the Watch's inefficiency, if what held them back was beyond their control, faulting them would be unfair.

It was why I wanted to try making a radio, actually.

[Genius sighed. He was used to that reaction. Sometimes he wondered what kind of world he came from.]

Oh God those bridges. They're unfit to walk on! Why doesn't someone fix that--although how do you fix that. I have no idea how you build a bridge between two floating islands.

[Genius paused and frowned.] But the Butcher...Oh. Oh.

[He went quiet for a minute, his head tilting down so Stellaris couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.] I guess it was before you came, but before that other guy, the one they locked up in Crystala. There was...another. His name is Zombie. One day--he snapped. Out of the blue, he just started...shooting people. I wasn't there, I just saw the aftermath. There was so many people wounded and killed.

Then before that, there was a massacre of Greeters, people living in Section 4. And then the Fire--even I wasn't around back then.

...'S not really their fault, the Watch. They're human too. It happens so fast.

[He shook his head slowly and finally looked back up at her. Surprisingly, his eyes were dry and focused.]

We need a lot more than just a radio here. But it's a start.

[A world without giant robots and where the closest thing to a two-headed monster is mutated cattle? Nah.]

I don't know either, but steel wires might be a start?

[Catching his interlude, she looked attentively as he recounted the Zombie incident, and then some. The look in his eyes as he looked back up, so much in contrast to when he had babbled about the merits of M&M's, refrained her from taking yet another potshot at the Watch's inability to protect residents. She met his eyes with a determined smile and nod.]

We certainly do. So shall we put two heads, and maybe more to come, together in this effort?

[He only wishes he had giant robots in his world]

...That's brill. We could get some of the iron workers to build them. There are flying things around here right? Like dragons? They could help too.

[Her encouraging smile relaxed the unconscious tension in his shoulders and arms. He smiled and nodded.]

We should. Shall. If we build it, they will come!

[oops. movie reference again.]

Er--I mean, help will come faster. With the radio. It sounds like a plan.

I have heard of dragons and griffins, but I'm not sure how to go about utilising them. That would be quite the large-scale project, though.

[Her smile widened at his proclamation. She did not get the movie reference, but his enthusiasm got through.]

Splendid, then! Where do you usually work on these things? I have a makeshift work bench in the spare room at my house.

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