[ he actually . . . attempts to count on his fingers. one, two, three, four, six . . . wait. he stops, looks up with a questioning look-- then tries again. one, two . . .
[What a curious looking creature -- person? He seems to be thinking really hard about something at any rate, so she decides she ought to really say something to let him know that it's okay to speak.]
video. (1/2)narcotizesSeptember 21 2011, 00:54:47 UTC
[ so there was him, jade, john, that other motherfucker. uhhh, two other trolls, and uh . . . john? no wait he already counted john-- wait so him, jade . . . ]
Would it be the same one I heard from the man who greeted me? I think I'd still like to hear yours -- I've always felt that the same story is always told in different ways by different people.
Re: Videofrosty_mindSeptember 20 2011, 21:48:54 UTC
Official story: an item composed of magic and technology called "the Core" was built here in order to imprison those with unusual abilities here. (I believe, since geography normally stays the same between universes, and none of the Newcomers know of this island on the world, that the entire island was built as part of the prison; this is not part of the official story.) In 1918, those imprisoned here attempted to destroy the Core in order to be able to depart. The Core was damaged, most of them died, and the Darkness began.
Some time after that, the Core has been occasionally bringing people here from other universes. This has accelerated greatly a couple of years ago.
I hadn't considered the one about the food. Which is odd because... but never mind that.
[ For a moment, the Doctor cannot quite help but be rather impressed. What a brilliant young woman. Of course, she is a little quick to blame it all on magic, but no-one is quite perfect, now are they? ]
Have you also considered the possibility of a maybe semi-sentient blob of... something being responsible for creating a pocket universe with no reasonable escape?
[Mmhmm. So it seems that people definitely can read what she's written after all -- that's something that will have to be fixed in future, but not so much of a bother now. So much interesting conversation already!]
I did consider that, but it seemed a bit too obvious.
Now at first it might seem obvious, but that raises the question as to how the maybe semi-sentient blob of... something was created in the first place. Did it have maybe semi-sentient blob of... something parents, was it a universal anomaly that was spontaneously created by some particularly mad scientists that had no idea what forces they were dealing with?
[ all the possibilities really were endless. ]
Or is it a subspecies of a particularly peculiar organism found in the Silver Devastation?
It could have been created, but it wouldn't need be an accident. It's highly possible that it's related to the possibilities I've already mentioned -- there's no need for them to be separate, is there?
Maybe this blob's the reason why the food here tastes so boring.
[Was that a wand? Or was it a stick. Or-- no, it was a wand, it had to have been, it was far too neat and polished to be anything else. But there were loads of people out there with wand. Probably. Actually the minute Sirius thinks that he realises that it doesn't seem to be true, and in fact people are generally disdainful of wands, but--
Anyway.]
Forty-seven. And what food could you have had in a single day, you can't make judgments like that without sampling around a bit. Or more than a bit, really.
Would you happen to know where I could buy some Freshwater Plimpies, then? I usually prefer to catch them myself, but as this is an island, I didn't think that they would be found wild here.
[...yeah that tears it, do Muggles even have plimpies. The excitement of someone else from the wizarding world! is slightly tempered by uncertainty of timelines and affiliations and-- well, mild disgust at this sudden turn of conversation.]
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[And then he starts counting on his fingers to her question.]
Five, six... A lot, I guess. There's a ton of locals, too.
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Oh, could you read what I'd written?
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[Mhrm, thinking noises!]
Pickles on toast? I'll definitely try it.
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[ he actually . . . attempts to count on his fingers. one, two, three, four, six . . . wait. he stops, looks up with a questioning look-- then tries again. one, two . . .
this might not get anywhere! ]
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Hi! My name's Luna, what's yours?
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[ but suddenly! distraction! so guess where those thoughts are going! down the garbage chute and out the forgotten hole. ]
Name's Gamzee, sister. [ a small wave and a friendly, toothy smile. hello new friend! :o) ]
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There are dozens of us who read the network, but not everyone reads everything and not everyone response.
Have you heard the official story of the history of this place?
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Would it be the same one I heard from the man who greeted me? I think I'd still like to hear yours -- I've always felt that the same story is always told in different ways by different people.
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Some time after that, the Core has been occasionally bringing people here from other universes. This has accelerated greatly a couple of years ago.
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[ For a moment, the Doctor cannot quite help but be rather impressed. What a brilliant young woman. Of course, she is a little quick to blame it all on magic, but no-one is quite perfect, now are they? ]
Have you also considered the possibility of a maybe semi-sentient blob of... something being responsible for creating a pocket universe with no reasonable escape?
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I did consider that, but it seemed a bit too obvious.
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[ all the possibilities really were endless. ]
Or is it a subspecies of a particularly peculiar organism found in the Silver Devastation?
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Maybe this blob's the reason why the food here tastes so boring.
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Anyway.]
Forty-seven. And what food could you have had in a single day, you can't make judgments like that without sampling around a bit. Or more than a bit, really.
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To... eat.
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They make for a very nice soup.
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