catch-all: marcoh.

[purities]

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week zero, saturday...1!

[purities]

[staring at the scorched section of the convenience store, like. ok.]

That didn't take long at all...

[boxcar]

[ Looks at it. ]

It is all we have. Why the sabotage?

[purities]

Because they're idiots. Like children left unattended.

[boxcar]

[ Didn't you stab the touch screen? ]

Everybody here should be old enough to know better. Luckily nothing is destroyed to the point of being unusable.

With luck they will not do it to the bathrooms in the big manor.

[purities]

[look. listen. that was different.]

Oh, they'll do it. Perhaps not now, but later. You already saw what they did to the bathroom in that cafe.

[absolutely zero trust in these chucklefucks.]

[boxcar]

But we live there now...

[ Why would you blow up the toilets of your own home!!! ]

[purities]

That's hardly a deterrent for some people. Even in homes they like.

[boxcar]

It isn't?

[ What's wrong with people. Imagine being normal. ]

[purities]

It isn't.

We seem to have ended up with many of those kind of people.

[boxcar]

Maybe it will just be a first time thing. Because of the shock and everything.

They have to get tired eventually or find something better to do. I get being pent up but I just run twenty kilometres.

[purities]

Perhaps. It's entirely possible the novelty will wear off soon enough and they'll grow bored of their own antics.

[boxcar]

I hope so for the better.

You are better settled now? You didn't look that way when I saw you yesterday.

[purities]

[makes a face like :nyeh:]

I'm fine. The technology of this place is... different. From what I'm used to.

[boxcar]

I agree. Touching things to make stuff appear is stuff they write in books, the... I think they call it sci-fi.

Some people look like they know what they're doing though so it might be better to ask them how. Especially the flat, handheld screen thing. Apparently it is a communication device.

week zero, monday.

[purities]

[hello, sir. mizu is at the train station, regarding the train warily like it's some kind of giant, pink deathtrap.]

So, this is a... [narrows eyes suspiciously] train?

[ok.]

[boxcar]

Ay. It looks like one.

...I've never seen one that comes in pink.

[ Why so cute. ]

Have you never ridden one?

[purities]

... Yes. I noticed that. Suppose that means whoever is in charge of this place is more similar to them, than they are to us.

[they are not turbo boomers]

[boxcar]

I think that would make sense.

[ Nods slowly... ]

I think they will help if we ask? The people that know how to use it. Most are friendly here.

[purities]

[it's anime girl heaven... embrace the pink.]

No. There's nothing like it where I come from.

[ig it could be a distant cousin twice removed of a cart but also?? no horses?]

[purities]

[nods...]

I was already shown how to take a picture with the... phone. [said slowly, as if testing out a new word.] The handheld screen. It was impressive.

[boxcar]

Really? How do you get around?

Horses?

[boxcar]

The phone... that is also a camera.

[ Apparently. In his world these things are separate still. ]

It may be useful. Not sure for what. Or just fun? Pictures sounds nice.

[purities]

Occasionally. Mostly by walking.

[purities]

[funger history you continue to mystify me.

neither of these things exist in 17th century bes world as far as mizu knows, anyway. so. shrugs.]

At least, it's faster than drawing your own.

[boxcar]

Ay.

[ Just looks at this mess... ]

... I think I will help try clean this up a little. It feels bad just leaving it there... if we're going to be here for a little longer anyway.