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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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[A long, dubious look. Like. Am I being fucked with?

Then a sigh as he let's it go. He did just fucking die, after all]

I don't know that much about Earth history. But you're saying you're from all the way back then?

Dude, that is not even the weirdest shit you'll hear today. I'd shelve your disbelief for later and maybe focus on being dry.

Hah. I guess I suddenly don't have many pressing matters.

[Looks down at his suit and sort of picks at the jacket. Then sighs and takes the jacket off. It didn't show up against the maroon suit in the dark, but his undershirt makes it obvious he bled into it a lot.

He starts using the jacket to load up all the random shit that came out of the lake with him.]

Is there somewhere around here I can clean up?

You sure as fuck do not.

[He takes a step closer so he can dig Orga's key out. Wow he did super die. That is a shit ton of blood. That is a significant amount of blood. Dave definitely stares at it for a moment because that is more blood than he's seen in a while. Shelves that feeling for later.]

You aren't still bleeding, right.

[He kind of catches that, because he's seen just enough of that sort of reaction to have an inkling of what it implies.

Well, whatever. Starts taking off the shirt, too. It's not like he is very comfortable in it at this point anyway.]

Ah, no. Whoever brought me back did a solid job of it.

[at least he's too distracted to be distracted by that in particular.]

Yeah, coin toss as to whether that's inexplicable superhealing or some kind of temporal fuckery. C'mon. [gesturing him to follow]

[Follow strange guy to unknown destination, seems legit. Kind of grins about it actually, but follows.]

Thanks.

Ah, I didn't get your name.

[shifts his bundle around so he can hold out a hand while they walk.]

Orga Itsuka.

[oh a handshake. Dave takes it a bit awkwardly. His hand is heavily calloused, scattered with old, pale scars. He does not have a firm handshake he has a handshake like a skittish teenager.]

Dave Strider.

[That's charming. Orga's hands are frankly not as calloused as they used to be, but his scar cred is mostly obvious on his entire torso. An easy, firm shake and he lets go.]

So, you've been here a while?

Nah, just a few weeks. I'm from Earth around this time period, though.

I don't really know what to think about that. "Being alive" isn't actually all that confusing, even if I don't see how it happened. Being hundreds of years in the past though... What am I supposed to do with that?

[Dave does appear to think about this, so his response isn't glib.]

Unless the future has evolved past capitalism, pretty much the same shit. Get a job and make friends.

If it makes you feel better this is probably less of an 'in the past situation' and more of a parallel reality.

[He was not actually expecting a legit answer, and pauses to be surprised, then laugh, when he gets one.]

No, you definitely still need money if you don't want to starve.

[Haah]

Parallel reality, huh...

Yeah, you can probably take that to the bank and cash it for some fake game dollars for all the practical good it does as a observation.

[Snorts]

I don't think I can wrap my head around it anyway. But I take it getting back home would be more complicated than getting a ride on a transport shuttle.

That would definitely involve some resources we do not have access to.

Who does?

[There's an Air to that question. A bit like 'I am willing to procure resources by various means']

[snorts]

I'm gonna guess nobody here or they wouldn't be.

[Seems. Confused...? By this information.]

There's gotta be someone in charge..?

[r..ight..?]

Probably you're not wrong but nobody's turned up to claim the credit.

Huuh. Guys with all the power usually love bragging about it.

Also correct. Maybe we just got a bashful demiurge.

[Decides to skip asking what a demiurge is.]

Fine, fine. More importantly, I guess I'm going to need a job. What sort of work is hiring around here?

Uh, somehow one of the coffee places is almost always hiring but LuXe is headed by a psychopath with a mask so I am going to suggest you give that one a hard pass. I didn't really ask around too much since I scored my job nigh instantaneously but if you walk down the mall people will pretty much just throw employment at your feet like so many supplicants.

Coffee places... and a shopping center.

[Wow this guy like. Thinks I'm an upstanding citizen or something. Huh... I guess I did die in a suit.]

Anything more hands on..?