[ todomatsu is, for the moment, still in his stupid dirty white robe (though a box of clothes is on the floor next to him), rinsing a cut on his finger in the sink in the refectory kitchen because it is the least creepy place with plumbing.
he winces like a baby even though it's just water. ]
[speaking of blood! she's changed into the dress she got from the swamp, which is basically covered in the stuff, along with being slightly torn. it would be a very pretty and formal white gown if it hadn't seen better days. she looks confused at his discomfort, though.]
[ either way, that is soooo much more blood than what escaped through this little sliver in his finger that this seems embarrassing to even acknowledge now. ]
Ah, it's nothing! I just cut my finger earlier, since. You know.
They let you talk to people across long distances in real time. And with modern ones like this you can also play games on them, take photos... lots of stuff.
Mm, it was over a hundred years in between when basic ground line telephones were invented and smartphones like this, so probably not...?
Or, well... it takes a long time to get the groundwork, I think. But then each new advancement lets you reach the next one faster, and eventually you get to where new models are being released all the time, and the thing you just bought five years ago is already obsolete.
[ spoken as someone who was in elementary school in the 60s and 80s and high school in the 2000s... somehow... ]
[ todomatsu has generally not been doing shit over in the village for the past week, but after learning that they have access to a nicer area this morning, he has, for once, been busy.
right now he's by the shore in a fresh new shirt and cropped pants, sitting on a stool he stole from some animal's house with the fishing rod he borrowed from the ranch, hoping he can catch something exciting (at least more exciting than the tasteless crap in the refectory) for dinner, even if he hasn't given much thought to what he'd actually do with it. ]
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intro weekend, saturday
he winces like a baby even though it's just water. ]
Ouch...
[ ugh. fuck blood rituals!!!! ]
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What is it?
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[ looks over toward— YIKES WHAT IS GOING ON THERE?? is that blood hers? someone else's?? it's at least dried, right????? ]
Whoa!! What— are you okay?
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I'm fine.
[she's maybe moving a little stiffly, but she doesn't seem too bothered by that.]
You sounded hurt.
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[ either way, that is soooo much more blood than what escaped through this little sliver in his finger that this seems embarrassing to even acknowledge now. ]
Ah, it's nothing! I just cut my finger earlier, since. You know.
[ the boxes hungered. ]
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[she also looks a little surprised it was just that, but she decides not to be rude and move past it.]
What did you get back?
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What's a phone?
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You too, huh...
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[ that distinction is necessary because he is the only one of his brothers who has one. ]
w0, monday
So... two months of this, supposedly.
[ which feels like, almost equally as bad as the blood sacrifice part right now. ]
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[making a face, but.]
I'm not ruling out the possibility that we'll found a way out sooner.
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[immediately wishes her world had that]
How useful.
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Or, well... it takes a long time to get the groundwork, I think. But then each new advancement lets you reach the next one faster, and eventually you get to where new models are being released all the time, and the thing you just bought five years ago is already obsolete.
[ spoken as someone who was in elementary school in the 60s and 80s and high school in the 2000s... somehow... ]
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[ BECAUSE IF YOUR PREMISE IS A TWO MONTH MINISERIES IT DOESN'T END AFTER THREE WEEKS ]
No reason, really... just kind of a weird gut feeling!
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[thoughtfully]
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...I see. Well, I suppose we'll find out soon enough.
w1, monday
right now he's by the shore in a fresh new shirt and cropped pants, sitting on a stool he stole from some animal's house with the fishing rod he borrowed from the ranch, hoping he can catch something exciting (at least more exciting than the tasteless crap in the refectory) for dinner, even if he hasn't given much thought to what he'd actually do with it. ]
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You know how to fish?
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Yeah! I do it at home all the time. It's relaxing.
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[glancing out into the water]
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