Report 013 [Voice/Action] | Another 365.25 days have elapsed...
[Robert woke up this morning and realized something relatively significant had occurred.
He's a year older. Twenty-five, up from twenty-four.
Technically speaking, this probably isn't true; temporal dilation and all that has likely made it more or less, not that he'd be able to guess this other than by extrapolation. But being in Luceti has felt like both the longest period of his life, and the shortest, at varying times. And it all gets him to thinking. (Though, really, what doesn't?)
He's met so many people here in Luceti that he never would have met at home; both heinous people he'd never want to see again, and wonderful individuals he can't bear to think of living without. He's learned so many things - terrible things and wonderful things - that have transformed (in both obvious, and subtle, ways) the way he thinks about everything; the world, himself, other people...
He's done things he never would have before. Things he never could have before... could have never conceived of doing, before he was brought to Luceti. And he doesn't know if he regrets any of it, per se - but sometimes it hasn't been easy. Nothing has been easy, since he was taken. And he supposes that's the biggest change about Luceti - that his life isn't quite as easy as it was on Terra... isn't quite as privileged, or cushy, or sheltered. Neither is it as simple or definable.
Maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't know. All he knows is that... it has changed him, in ways that he thought were previously unprecedented - unachievable, unattainable - and perhaps it's made him a different person than the man who first stumbled through the snow in January. A better person, even, if he dares to hope.
He wonders if he'll think this all over again, come the twenty-first of January when he will have truly spent a year in this place, if indeed he does at all.
And will he stay this way? Can he stay this way? Could he go back home, the way he is now, the way he's been changed from living in this strange, sometimes-backwards, sometimes-disgusting, sometimes-barbaric - and sometimes-beautiful - world?
And could he take those he loves here with him, them changed as much as he has been by this place, themselves molded differently to fit the new environment?
Only Robert could wonder these kind of things on his birthday. Most people would just be celebrating.
... But, what better way to work through his thoughts than to hold a sort of conference on them? That's the Terran way to deal with such complex, multifaceted issues - talking them out in some group setting, where every mind can contribute to the strength of the ideas, buoying them up with their own insight and fleshing them out until every detail stands out, pristine and clear, like the angles of some flawless polyhedric crystal. He's missed that. Maybe doing something that reminds him of his Terran heritage will help him reconnect with the world he feels that, in some ways, he might be drifting apart from.
So he picks up his journal, still relatively early in the morning - barely past 8:03 a.m., the exact time he was taken from the adoption centre when he was still an infant - and opens it to record, almost musingly as though he might be speaking half to himself.]
To all those who have... a-aged significantly here, or have otherwise spent qu-quite awhile, in Luceti... d-do you think that the time spent here has... ch-changed you? For the better, perhaps...? Or... otherwise?
... And d-do you feel as if... you m-might no longer be able to... r-relate to your former homes in... quite the same way, as a result of any of these changes...?
[His tone is thoughtful, almost musing, and he unconsciously lets his thin fingers fiddle with the rim of his omnipresent glasses.] ... It is certainly... s-strange to be a year older - or, rather, at l-least in theory - in... in a place that feels behind my own world's time. But I am certain I am... not the only person to feel... o-out of place here sometimes... what with the entire l-lack of technology from my home, to... say the least.
Still, I... suppose that I w-want to be here... if for nothing else other than the many people here I... have grown to c-care for.
... Th-thank you for... any data you might w-wish to contribute. As a Terran, I would enjoy a... proper intellectual discussion.
[With that out of the way - and with something to think about as he goes about his day - Robert makes himself busy in the village. The encroaching winter means he's once again in his silly double-coat ensemble - a winter coat atop a lab coat - and although he has fewer places to be in the winter overall, he's out more prominently on this particular day, bundled up against the clear but cold weather.
He spends exceptionally large amounts of time perusing the Item Shop, seemingly searching for particular items - notably electronics - and stowing them away in the white bag he carries nearly constantly whenever he shops in Luceti. Perhaps he has something in mind - or maybe he's simply searching for things that seem interesting to him, on his birthday. Either way, he can certainly be approached...
... Especially when he starts picking up ingredients for what looks suspiciously like blueberry pie. (This guess might be confirmed if one were to spy him consulting his nanocomputer about the recipe.) Albeit some of them might be a little odd - who uses brown sugar to make desserts, anyway? Either way, it's not something Robert would normally be gathering. But today is a special day. And he should treat himself a little... never mind that he's probably going to be the one making it.
His housemates will probably be treated to that effort later in the day when he returns home, hopefully with a successful cooking endeavour. It can't be too much different from Terran chemistry-like cooking, after all. (Or at least, that's what Robert hopes, though anybody he's living with can expect hyper-mechanically arranged ingredients and one anxiously-fretting scientist-turned-baker trying desperately to get his own birthday pie absolutely perfect. Feel free to help him with that one...)]
(OOC: Happy Luceti-birthday to Robert! Feel free to tag him around the village or do other action-things too, if you'd rather tag him somewhere I didn't describe.)
He's a year older. Twenty-five, up from twenty-four.
Technically speaking, this probably isn't true; temporal dilation and all that has likely made it more or less, not that he'd be able to guess this other than by extrapolation. But being in Luceti has felt like both the longest period of his life, and the shortest, at varying times. And it all gets him to thinking. (Though, really, what doesn't?)
He's met so many people here in Luceti that he never would have met at home; both heinous people he'd never want to see again, and wonderful individuals he can't bear to think of living without. He's learned so many things - terrible things and wonderful things - that have transformed (in both obvious, and subtle, ways) the way he thinks about everything; the world, himself, other people...
He's done things he never would have before. Things he never could have before... could have never conceived of doing, before he was brought to Luceti. And he doesn't know if he regrets any of it, per se - but sometimes it hasn't been easy. Nothing has been easy, since he was taken. And he supposes that's the biggest change about Luceti - that his life isn't quite as easy as it was on Terra... isn't quite as privileged, or cushy, or sheltered. Neither is it as simple or definable.
Maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't know. All he knows is that... it has changed him, in ways that he thought were previously unprecedented - unachievable, unattainable - and perhaps it's made him a different person than the man who first stumbled through the snow in January. A better person, even, if he dares to hope.
He wonders if he'll think this all over again, come the twenty-first of January when he will have truly spent a year in this place, if indeed he does at all.
And will he stay this way? Can he stay this way? Could he go back home, the way he is now, the way he's been changed from living in this strange, sometimes-backwards, sometimes-disgusting, sometimes-barbaric - and sometimes-beautiful - world?
And could he take those he loves here with him, them changed as much as he has been by this place, themselves molded differently to fit the new environment?
Only Robert could wonder these kind of things on his birthday. Most people would just be celebrating.
... But, what better way to work through his thoughts than to hold a sort of conference on them? That's the Terran way to deal with such complex, multifaceted issues - talking them out in some group setting, where every mind can contribute to the strength of the ideas, buoying them up with their own insight and fleshing them out until every detail stands out, pristine and clear, like the angles of some flawless polyhedric crystal. He's missed that. Maybe doing something that reminds him of his Terran heritage will help him reconnect with the world he feels that, in some ways, he might be drifting apart from.
So he picks up his journal, still relatively early in the morning - barely past 8:03 a.m., the exact time he was taken from the adoption centre when he was still an infant - and opens it to record, almost musingly as though he might be speaking half to himself.]
To all those who have... a-aged significantly here, or have otherwise spent qu-quite awhile, in Luceti... d-do you think that the time spent here has... ch-changed you? For the better, perhaps...? Or... otherwise?
... And d-do you feel as if... you m-might no longer be able to... r-relate to your former homes in... quite the same way, as a result of any of these changes...?
[His tone is thoughtful, almost musing, and he unconsciously lets his thin fingers fiddle with the rim of his omnipresent glasses.] ... It is certainly... s-strange to be a year older - or, rather, at l-least in theory - in... in a place that feels behind my own world's time. But I am certain I am... not the only person to feel... o-out of place here sometimes... what with the entire l-lack of technology from my home, to... say the least.
Still, I... suppose that I w-want to be here... if for nothing else other than the many people here I... have grown to c-care for.
... Th-thank you for... any data you might w-wish to contribute. As a Terran, I would enjoy a... proper intellectual discussion.
[With that out of the way - and with something to think about as he goes about his day - Robert makes himself busy in the village. The encroaching winter means he's once again in his silly double-coat ensemble - a winter coat atop a lab coat - and although he has fewer places to be in the winter overall, he's out more prominently on this particular day, bundled up against the clear but cold weather.
He spends exceptionally large amounts of time perusing the Item Shop, seemingly searching for particular items - notably electronics - and stowing them away in the white bag he carries nearly constantly whenever he shops in Luceti. Perhaps he has something in mind - or maybe he's simply searching for things that seem interesting to him, on his birthday. Either way, he can certainly be approached...
... Especially when he starts picking up ingredients for what looks suspiciously like blueberry pie. (This guess might be confirmed if one were to spy him consulting his nanocomputer about the recipe.) Albeit some of them might be a little odd - who uses brown sugar to make desserts, anyway? Either way, it's not something Robert would normally be gathering. But today is a special day. And he should treat himself a little... never mind that he's probably going to be the one making it.
His housemates will probably be treated to that effort later in the day when he returns home, hopefully with a successful cooking endeavour. It can't be too much different from Terran chemistry-like cooking, after all. (Or at least, that's what Robert hopes, though anybody he's living with can expect hyper-mechanically arranged ingredients and one anxiously-fretting scientist-turned-baker trying desperately to get his own birthday pie absolutely perfect. Feel free to help him with that one...)]
(OOC: Happy Luceti-birthday to Robert! Feel free to tag him around the village or do other action-things too, if you'd rather tag him somewhere I didn't describe.)