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[hello, richie. mizu is back to wearing a certain outfit that looks like it's been haphazardly washed and stitched back together way too many fucking times. it's giving murder hobo chic.
anyway, they're at (throws dart) at the train station. there's a big lack of train here. and also a big lack of recognition from mizu who is staring at the tracks, like. huh.]
What's all this for...?
anyway, they're at (throws dart) at the train station. there's a big lack of train here. and also a big lack of recognition from mizu who is staring at the tracks, like. huh.]
What's all this for...?
[Man. It's not like he expected this one to show up in a cardigan and corduroys, but the bombastic variety is wearing him down a bit. What the hell kind of sample population is this?
Richie taps out a cigarette from one of his brand new cartons, stashed in the pocket of his brand new jacket. He's casually dressed, if not expensively so. The sort of wealth you need to be in the know about to spot. Which Rashomon over here likely won't be.]
Locomotion. [He sparks his zippo, and takes a short drag. Taking a wild swing here, let's assume the guy's never looked a steam engine in the smoke stack before, much less a monorail.] Normally folks can pile into a big steel tube and get propelled down these here tracks at ungodly speed. Think forty or fifty horses put together.
[He's not an engineer or a physicist don't ask him for specifics.]
Richie taps out a cigarette from one of his brand new cartons, stashed in the pocket of his brand new jacket. He's casually dressed, if not expensively so. The sort of wealth you need to be in the know about to spot. Which Rashomon over here likely won't be.]
Locomotion. [He sparks his zippo, and takes a short drag. Taking a wild swing here, let's assume the guy's never looked a steam engine in the smoke stack before, much less a monorail.] Normally folks can pile into a big steel tube and get propelled down these here tracks at ungodly speed. Think forty or fifty horses put together.
[He's not an engineer or a physicist don't ask him for specifics.]
[TELL HIM WHO YOU ARE]
Fast travel? [He cants his head to him.] When you can get between the East Coast and the West Coast at about fifty times faster than on your own two feet, why bother walking at all?
You don't feel the speed, not really. It's a smooth ride.
Fast travel? [He cants his head to him.] When you can get between the East Coast and the West Coast at about fifty times faster than on your own two feet, why bother walking at all?
You don't feel the speed, not really. It's a smooth ride.
[Maybe i will!!!]
Sure does. Some of them, anyway. [He raises his brows and sighs with a mighty chagrin.] So far as I can tell, my reality doesn't square up with more than two people, tops. If even that.
Sure does. Some of them, anyway. [He raises his brows and sighs with a mighty chagrin.] So far as I can tell, my reality doesn't square up with more than two people, tops. If even that.
Fuck no.
Nothing fuzzy up your way either, I take it?
Nothing fuzzy up your way either, I take it?
Well how about that.
[Casually points his way with the smoke.]
Whereabouts are you from, anyway? I never got your name either.
[Casually points his way with the smoke.]
Whereabouts are you from, anyway? I never got your name either.
[Affection week has come for us...
Richie has yet to notice he's too busy with the SOUNDSTAGE. He's tipping out a mysterious round black disc from a carboard sleeve, which looks an awful lot like his halo? Weird. He's absolutely delighted with the find.]
Crazy! Absolutely batshit stuff, do you know what a mint you could make on a collection like this?
Richie has yet to notice he's too busy with the SOUNDSTAGE. He's tipping out a mysterious round black disc from a carboard sleeve, which looks an awful lot like his halo? Weird. He's absolutely delighted with the find.]
Crazy! Absolutely batshit stuff, do you know what a mint you could make on a collection like this?
[It's fine, i would not want to know Richie either.]
Oh, fuck. A place I've actually heard of, imagine that. I'm Rich. Rich Tozier.
I'm from America, but if I were a betting man, I'd say that might not yet exist in your day.
Oh, fuck. A place I've actually heard of, imagine that. I'm Rich. Rich Tozier.
I'm from America, but if I were a betting man, I'd say that might not yet exist in your day.
[He holds up the vinyl for better perusal.]
That's what these are. Records. As in, music put to permanent record, like how you'd write words on paper.
Takes a special machine to play them, is all.
That's what these are. Records. As in, music put to permanent record, like how you'd write words on paper.
Takes a special machine to play them, is all.
[is this what it feels like to be alli]
Nothing wrong with a little loquacity.
Nothing wrong with a little loquacity.
[I was about to go do something else but booms you before i walk away
Richie will wave him closer.]
Come see.
[He'll click on the turn table, carefully setting the disc down.]
See the grooves on it? They're a way to translate sound. This needle fits in them, and the way it rubs up against them replicates whatever was recorded.
[He sets the needle down, and an old tune starts up. A soft pitch for an ancient soul, though he suspects that anything from his time will sound like so much caterwauling to a guy centuries behind. Every generation hates the culture of the ones after it, tale as old as time.]
Richie will wave him closer.]
Come see.
[He'll click on the turn table, carefully setting the disc down.]
See the grooves on it? They're a way to translate sound. This needle fits in them, and the way it rubs up against them replicates whatever was recorded.
[He sets the needle down, and an old tune starts up. A soft pitch for an ancient soul, though he suspects that anything from his time will sound like so much caterwauling to a guy centuries behind. Every generation hates the culture of the ones after it, tale as old as time.]
[Sobs as I reach for it]
What's not to love? It's made me a lot of money.
You let your sword do the talking instead, huh?
What's not to love? It's made me a lot of money.
You let your sword do the talking instead, huh?
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