oo1 // Gonna have to put you on hold, heart.

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[The writing is careful and neat, though the letters are childishly large. The handwriting is familiar, if one were to work hard enough to recognize it.]

My name is Burn. I was born several days ago.

[There is a distinct lack of words for a few minutes, as if that's all he was going to write. And then, the pen comes back, careful, slow,

Comments

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tests

[unprotagonist]

But how, and of what sort?

[enchainement]

eliminate the ridiculous and start with the familiar ?

[unprotagonist]

Ridiculousness is relative. [Looooking at that job list.]

[enchainement]

find the disconnections and remove them from the list
underline the useful ones
decide
or guess like all the others

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[... faint markings, as if the list is being placed on top of the journal, and the pen is bleeding through. Several lines in a row. ... more. Evenly spaced. Some that that are out of alignment. Crossed or underlined?

... and a circle.]

The merchants. What sorts of shops are there?

[enchainement]

all sorts

food drink items clothing

the bazaar is a large place

[unprotagonist]

Bakery.

[He writes it, and it just. Sits there. Like a random thought.]

Bread. Doughnuts. Pie. Cake. Fudge. Candy. [... pentap. PentapPentap oh god he's ruining that pen.]

I don't know.

[enchainement]

No one knows anymore.

The bakery has a high turnover. They'd need the help.

[unprotagonist]

[... and the codespeak stops. Mostly. He'll pay attention.]

How much longer will we stay stuck in this place?

[enchainement]

[ On her end it was just that she was able to arrange her words into something more user-friendly ]

Had to observe the appropriate passing of time. Somewhere between always and never.

[unprotagonist]

That doesn't narrow it down as much as I'd like.

[The letters and the speed are a bit more relaxed now. This person... either plays games, or just naturally speaks this way. Either way, he's entertained by it. And he'll bite.]

Days, months, years, decades, lifetimes.

Rarely. On occasion. Sometimes. Frequently.

[enchainement]

[ There's a pause before her writing returns and then it's mostly to edit what he's already written. ]

Days, months, years, decades, we spendlifetimes.here

Rarelydo we remember how why whom. On occasion it happens. Sometimespeople die. Frequentlythey return..

[unprotagonist]

Return from where?

[enchainement]

The heart of the tree the soul of the matter.

They don't know so neither do I

[unprotagonist]

[A sliiiide of the pen. It turns into a tree trunk, a fluffy lollipop of a tree. Though the tree itself is a childish caricature seemingly drawn in boredom, he draws a heart in the middle, slowly and precisely with clean, even lines. Deliberate.]