note 001 :: as the day we were born
Well.
The naked as a jaybird part I get - since that’s how birth works in real life. In fact, I get the goo part too (no explanation necessary, I’d hope). But can somebody, please clue me in as to what the cheer-up-emo-kid with the ridiculous sword has anything to do with being reborn? I can't tell if it's supposed to be metaphorical, ironic, or ( Read more... )
The naked as a jaybird part I get - since that’s how birth works in real life. In fact, I get the goo part too (no explanation necessary, I’d hope). But can somebody, please clue me in as to what the cheer-up-emo-kid with the ridiculous sword has anything to do with being reborn? I can't tell if it's supposed to be metaphorical, ironic, or ( Read more... )
None taken. I'll own up to the mouthy, ex-colony business, but last I checked you were the tiny ones. Don't tell me you're from the 18th century. Are you?
Granted any points you may loose from being from the 18th century and being British I think you'll quickly win back after the fact, especially given that you've served up my first literary allusion in this life. We are talking Shaw here, right? A lay-about, with your vocabulary? Is that what they call academics around here?
"Behemoth" isn't that daunting of a word is it? Maybe I should bring it way down and start really small. Like, "huge". Oh I don't know if I speak your language entirely, Argent. But it's nice to know that, as far as not having my brain whither from atrophy, I haven't been completely robbed of hope.
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Oh, hardly. You won't see me faffing about in one of those silly powdered wigs, acting as though gravity were a new invention. I promise.
We are operating on a points basis here, hm? I do say, it hardly seems fair for you to bring that up now. I've barely been trying. (Yes, we are discussing Mr. Shaw's work.) No, I'm afraid. There seems little use for such things here. All work seems to be of the menial, physical labour sort, save greeting.
Oh, dear. Huge? Really? Is it that severe a case? I should say your brain seems quite sharp, though I admittedly have nothing to compare it to from your previous existence. This intellect of yours, however, is quite dazzling already.
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Oh good, that means we can still be friends. Or well, whatever we are, considering the fact that I've never met you and you could feasibly still turn out to be some creepy old guy ogling his journal in some basement trying to pass himself off as an intellectual type, like an internet stalker.
I think points work best in these situations. Quick, easy, to the point and much harder to lose track, though it does tend to be rather arbitrary. Though knowing there's a system gives you an unfair advantage, so fork over two more points, buddy. (I wasn't sure if you were steering the conversation towards the Classics, which far be it from me to deny.) So wait, how do you manage if you don't do any actual work? I've got three weeks before my time's up -- after that, my future looks rather Dickensian if I don't find myself a job.
So she just went ranting on down the hall again. I kid you not, she used the word "ew-y". As in, "I can't stand this crazy place, all those big rat things are totally ew-y." What was it that I was saying about lost causes, again? Shameless flattery is another four points, Argent. But since you went for the brain instead of the easy way out, I'll whittle it down to two.
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Internet? Oh dear. Well, whatever that might be, I assure that I am still quite young, and that I am not the sort to ogle things except with permission or possibly by accident.
Goodness. I do hope I still have some points. Do I start from zero or is there a base amount gifted to everyone to begin with? Most we earn our points, like your favour, right from the beginning, dear Ran? (I do not mean to deprive Galatea of her due, but I did think the Shaw was more applicable to your particular circumstances.) I have had the rare privilege of having a young man with a more than adequate income take a fancy to me. I am quite kept, you see. But I shouldn't worry. There are always things to do around here, though perhaps few or none will be really to your taste.
That perhaps it is better just to give up on some people now rather than waste your time trying to change them? Hm. And she is generous too!
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So where you're from has hard marshmallows, Shaw, gravity, no powdered wigs, but America is still a tiny colony? Odd.
How young?
Perhaps. If it makes you feel any better, your leagues ahead of the competition. Not that there's an actual competition going on, but something tells me you'd appreciate knowing. And you, just like everybody else, start at zero -- them's the rules. The way I see it, Argent, this is the way the world works. Just most people don't like to see it that way, or at least fess up to it. You meet somebody new, you start off neutral. They make good conversation, they piss you off -- in the end, it helps and it hurts. I just happen to have a system about it. Literally. (Quite right. I'm just surprised to find somebody around these parts that can actually make the reference.) Ah, so that's how it is. Even in this backwards place, it's good to know the age-old archetype of sugardaddy still stands. Argent the courtesan. Or is it not that type of arrangement?
Agreed. Now if only I could turn down the volume, I'd be pleased as punch. Barring that, I think tomorrow I'm going to bite the bullet and try to make myself gainfully employed. People keep talking about the Marketplace. You know anything about it? Why yes. Ran the Benevolent. One day they'll build a temple in my honor.
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