8th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice / Action]

[You know she almost, almost signed on for that one mission. A guard, surviving, she knew she could handle it. But then when she saw that "desert" thing. she has no idea what a desert is, so today she is at the library researching that, mostly because she really doesn't have much better to do today. She is clearly in a better mood though- all her earrings are in place (one of them she even thinks might be gold) and she she has a shiny nose stud in place. But... as she learns more and looks into these things more-

..Jesu.

She's gotten over being afraid of the sun (somewhat) in Luceti, mostly because of how dreary winter is, but that desert that... she flips open her journal]

Hey, Luceti. Talk to me 'bout the sun. Some of you got tales for it, right? Gotta.

[Feel free to answer her or see her in the library]

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Really? Wow... an' what about phones? Do people still use 'em?

[makeitquick]

In the Uppers, I guess. Maybe even the mid-part, not us warren folk as much.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Uh... right. [There is so much he doesn't understand, fff, and it is pretty apparent from his expression.]

[makeitquick]

[Well the expression isn't always the most obvious if you aren't looking much at the book, but what. when she looks back it's a flat gaze]

What, I'm not spinning.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Huh? I didn't say nothin' 'bout spinnin'...

[makeitquick]

You're looking like someone just spun you a big one, way I ock it.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Sorry - uh, it's jus' that... I'm real confused by all this stuff in the future, like, the slang an' everythin'.

[makeitquick]

Not gunna stop talkin' like a girl from the warrens. But you can ask if you wanna 'stand me more.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Jus' hope it don' annoy ya or nothin'. What's 'the warrens', anyway?

[makeitquick]

Ground floor. Lowest level. Where I live.

[Slum]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He takes her words too literally.] D'ya like it there...?

[makeitquick]

It's home.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Guess that was kind of a stupid question. Sorry.

[makeitquick]

It's fair. Folks from the mids or the Uppers, if they're nice to ask, always do. But home's home.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

So... these guys y'talkin' 'bout - mids an' uppers - they're, like, folks livin' in the same apartment as you, yeah?

[makeitquick]

What? Hell'd you get that idea? Uppers people who live up top. Top level of Haddyn.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

And... Haddyn is a city or a town or somethin' along those lines?

[Really exercising that brain now, fff.]

[makeitquick]

[Ugh]

Distract. But that's what you prob'd call a city in the 21st.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Huh. Man, there's sure a lot I gotta learn 'bout the future. I can probably ask all kinds y'questions for hours, but m'sure you wouldn't wanna hang around that long.

[makeitquick]

Yeah... kinda wouldn't wanna hang that long, talking 'bout it all. Not sure I'd object to something later if you hold back some.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Cool! Well, guess I should give ya a breather, huh. It was nice talkin' to ya, miss.

[makeitquick]

Sure - Later, Mac.