No really they're going shopping in this liminal space. Rosamund pulls a face at the weird lighting and eerily silent aisles and edges slightly closer to Luke.]
I'm no expert on how things are supposed to look in the era of space travel, but nearly every place down here has a sort of haunted quality. Doesn't it?
The rats I can handle, it's the weird emptiness that spooks me.
[She's from a horror canon. If the source of the bad vibes cannot be perceived then it is less likely to be withstood. You have much to learn from her.
She plucks the fridge open and peers at the packaging.]
Well, if you want to come back, just let me know. I'll come with you. [And protect her from the unknowable horrors... they do not faze him because he lives in a normal city where the greatest horror is humanity.]
[Thinking about the early graveyard lineup depresses me intensely. You people are cursed.]
I mean, so have I. [Plucking a corn-themed instant mac off the shelves with morbid curiousity.] I spent months foraging mushrooms and berries, and killing wildlife, drinking from streams. But, I have to say, at least then I knew my food was food.
[HELP that makes him smile, though he shakes his head.]
Not exactly. [Hmm...] You know how bread is made of flour and water and stuff? And flour is made of wheat? You can keep breaking things down that way, even when you can't see the parts anymore. Some of those small parts are in soil and water, which is how they end up in plants and animals that we eat. It's like... a sword might be made of iron, but there's iron in your blood and in some foods, too--like chicken. But the iron in you didn't get there because your chicken ate a block of metal from the blacksmith.
So...rather like taking the essence of a thing, rather than bits of the thing itself. Like in spellcraft.
[It is not like spellcraft. She's trying okay.
Regardless she'll put the box back on the shelf and rub at her temples.]
I've learned a great deal just by being around places like these, but I really don't know what I'd do with it all when I get back. I feel like I won't even fit in any longer.
He smiles sympathetically at her, though. He'd said early on that he really couldn't imagine what it was like to be in such a wildly foreign place; she's done well at adapting, but he knows better than to assume she's fully comfortable.]
Well, uh. That's kind of hard to summarize. Adventuring, I suppose. [She looks to him, suddenly sheepish.] But I think it's more to the point to say, we rode horses and wrote letters, we fight with swords and spells. There's fairies and witches and talking dishes, talking mice. One of my dearest friends is a puppet, and another is cursed to be a giant frog.
This place is remarkable too, in its own way, but it's all very... [Her hand pans over the scenery.] ...smoothed out. It feels like someone did a bunch of complicated arithmetic and laid down the plot of where all the buildings go and how things are used, and there's so little room in the plan for whimsy, or nature.
Yes, things happen that don't make sense, but the general look and feel of it is just, you know. Very precisely cut. It's unnerving to me.
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WEEK 5: Monday
No really they're going shopping in this liminal space. Rosamund pulls a face at the weird lighting and eerily silent aisles and edges slightly closer to Luke.]
I'm no expert on how things are supposed to look in the era of space travel, but nearly every place down here has a sort of haunted quality. Doesn't it?
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I can't tell if it's because of all the ghosts or because of the rats...
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[She's from a horror canon. If the source of the bad vibes cannot be perceived then it is less likely to be withstood. You have much to learn from her.
She plucks the fridge open and peers at the packaging.]
I suppose we're making corn tonight.
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Why corn, of all things? Do rats eat corn?
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I don't...think they're opposed to corn? [Frowning.] We could make a nice cornbread? There's flour somewhere. Dahut's been baking with something.
[This is depressing. Maybe less depressing than waiting to watch your friends die, but it's still bad.]
How have you been surviving like this, Luke? You and Dahut have been trapped here longer than anyone.
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It hasn't been too bad. We got the pies pretty early on, and we've all lived off of worse things.
[The Relivers and Viktor get so much shit for their bad habits but Luke is actually right there with them, he just skates by because he's a jock too]
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I mean, so have I. [Plucking a corn-themed instant mac off the shelves with morbid curiousity.] I spent months foraging mushrooms and berries, and killing wildlife, drinking from streams. But, I have to say, at least then I knew my food was food.
What is "Calcium Phosphate?"
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It's a pretty common mineral. It's in a lot of foods, but companies add it to other ones sometimes because it's good for your bones.
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[That's only acceptable when it's salt.]
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Not exactly. [Hmm...] You know how bread is made of flour and water and stuff? And flour is made of wheat? You can keep breaking things down that way, even when you can't see the parts anymore. Some of those small parts are in soil and water, which is how they end up in plants and animals that we eat. It's like... a sword might be made of iron, but there's iron in your blood and in some foods, too--like chicken. But the iron in you didn't get there because your chicken ate a block of metal from the blacksmith.
[PRESUMABLY]
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[It is not like spellcraft. She's trying okay.
Regardless she'll put the box back on the shelf and rub at her temples.]
I've learned a great deal just by being around places like these, but I really don't know what I'd do with it all when I get back. I feel like I won't even fit in any longer.
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He smiles sympathetically at her, though. He'd said early on that he really couldn't imagine what it was like to be in such a wildly foreign place; she's done well at adapting, but he knows better than to assume she's fully comfortable.]
What were you doing before this?
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This place is remarkable too, in its own way, but it's all very... [Her hand pans over the scenery.] ...smoothed out. It feels like someone did a bunch of complicated arithmetic and laid down the plot of where all the buildings go and how things are used, and there's so little room in the plan for whimsy, or nature.
Yes, things happen that don't make sense, but the general look and feel of it is just, you know. Very precisely cut. It's unnerving to me.