i want to have the same last dream again

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There is an alien addressing the agora. He looks mostly human except for a remarkable resemblance to your crazy physics professor, which he very well could be. He is wearing a brown sportcoat and occupies his hands with a classic silver Slinky

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[nightflowering]

Tell me more about what you enjoy and I'll be better able to suggest things to tempt you.

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I like to think of myself as a connoisseur of the fine arts. Though I think in particular I would enjoy watching a play.

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[nightflowering]

If you're looking for what are considered the hallmarks of culture, and you must understand I'm speaking from a Westernized perspective[1], you can't really go wrong with the Greeks.

See the three Theban plays for tragedy and then Aristophanes' The Frogs to lighten you again afterwards. I also have a particular fondness for The Bacchae by Euripides.

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[1] I'm not sure how much you know about Earth, but there are many distinct groups on Earth and each has their own great and timeless pieces.

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I admit that I'm not terribly familiar with West nor East, though I have had the fortune to view footage of the kabuki play Chūshingura or Treasury of Loyal Retainers. I imagine that Greek and Japanese theatre should be very different.

Bacchae means what exactly? Other than a plural.

[idrathajanihiya]

Mercifully, Ilya doesn't actually choke on his cigarette when he catches sight of his own damned brother and then hears what said brother actually has to say- but it's a near run thing. He grinds the cigarette out under his heel and descends the stairs with his hands in his pockets and a politely incredulous look on his face.

"What, Ajarani, you weren't even going to call ahead?"

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"Oh, you didn't receive my postcard?" He pauses for effect and then lets out a laugh at his own joke. Postcards, how primitive.

"But in all seriousness dear brother, I wanted to surprise you. So..." he hold out his hands on either side of his body as if presenting himself as a marvelous gift, "surprise!"

[alan_shore]

"McDonald's," Alan volunteers, far more cheerily than the suggestion warrants. "A chain of...dining establishments in which the emphasis is placed on convenience and low cost." As opposed to such trifling considerations as quality and taste. "I'd recommend the Happy Meal--in addition to ingesting a human being's recommended daily allowance of sodium, you'll receive a cultural artifact in the form of a toy."

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"I've heard of McDonald's," Roya replies while stepping forward and rocking the Slinky from hand to hand. His eyes widen slightly, he's never met someone who had such knowledge of the famed Golden Arches.

"Tell me, have you personally dined there? Is there truth to the rumor that one can fall into pits filled with colorful yet hollow synthetic spheres?"

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"Between the two of us"--and anyone else in the vicinity of this sizable amphitheater--"yes, I have, though it's been some time."

Alan, never wholly persuaded by the alien-diligently-investigating-his-prospective-home story, is growing more skeptical by the moment--colorful yet hollow synthetic spheres? Fortunately, his skepticism in no way deters him from continuing the McDonald's discussion.

"At certain locations, if one is a child who doesn't exceed the maximum height." He looks at Roya. "They should pose no threat to you, for instance."

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He could easily say balls but Roya has seen enough videos from Earth to know the double meaning. Lacking the exact word he decided to use circumlocution as a back up.

Roya laughs at the last comment. "Oh I wouldn't want to be one who gets in the way of children, but I think the Happy Meal is worth a look. How limited are the toy supplies?"