Open Log

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and YOU.
What: This is mostly for the folks who wanted to build a little CR with Polly on the plot spam post, but if anyone wants to use this for mixing and mingling at the shop, please feel free!
When: Any day
Where: 4tea2
Warnings: None come to mind. Possible telepathic shenanigans, tea, aliens... any weirdness that's just daily

Comments

[kuzunohathexiv]

[Present for work as usual, Raidou appears more like a stoic bouncer in the tea shop than anything, watching business as usual from behind the counter. He really didn't understand what it meant to be an Assistant Manager so he did odd things every now and then such as preparing tea and serving customers. Sometimes he helped prepare snacks or worked the cash register (that took some time).]

[Raidou glances over at Polly. Is it okay to sit on the counters?]

[kuzunohathexiv]

Not necessarily. I enjoy it because I'm glad to be of service to the public... Or I was.

[curious_copycat]

[She fidgets a bit.]

It must feel very strange to be here, where everything's so different.

[kuzunohathexiv]

... Yes. The era in which I come from was no where near this advanced.

[curious_copycat]

[She gives a little bittersweet smile, at that.]

I had a friend, once, who hated this place because of that. He didn't even use the doors, if he could help it, because he didn't like them talking to him.

[kuzunohathexiv]

Is that right?

[He shrugs] I can endure the oddities.

[curious_copycat]

I don't mind them either. It was too quiet, where I came from, anyway.

[kuzunohathexiv]

Was it?

[This concept of other worlds still intrigues him.]

[curious_copycat]

[She nods, mind drifting back to the eerie silence that had settled over her home-dimension. As she drifts, so do defenses that usually keep her telepathy in check, and if Raidou doesn't have any defenses of his own against it in place, he may catch a few memories that don't belong to him: A vast city of crumbling buildings, many of them constructed of a strange glowing marble, its varying colors giving the landscape the appearance of being strewn with shards of stained glass. There are people, in this city, but they stand or sit as still as statues, faces and eyes vacant. A small handful of children, half a dozen at most, play among the ruins, the only spot of life and sound in the place...]

It's much nicer here than I ever remember it being, there.

[kuzunohathexiv]

[He sees a few. Fleeting; they confuse him since, well, he doesn't have a Pagan demon summoned.]

... I see.

[curious_copycat]

Most of my people were very sick... All of them were, by the time I left. That's why I'm here.

[kuzunohathexiv]

... What sort of illness befell them?

[curious_copycat]

They're starving... sort of.

[kuzunohathexiv]

Starving?

[curious_copycat]

Sort of... It's complicated. Food isn't what keeps us going, like it does most Ephemerals. We need new ideas.

[If he thinks it kind of sounds like they're being bored to death, that actually isn't far off.]

[kuzunohathexiv]

New ideas? So new information...

[He... what does bored mean? :|]