snowblindrpg | [log] The Cat Came Back [closed]

Well, if it's okay... [ She really does not want to be a jerk! ]

I will just call you Brian, then, because it is shorter. Hello, Brian!

[ You're supposed to wave when you greet someone, right? Right. She'll do that. ]

Found any cats yet? [ She laughs a little, then remembers who she's talking to. ]

Um, that was a joke; I know there are no animals here.

Hello?

*Didn't he say that already? Greetings were weird.
He shakes his head.*

No cats, no thing use ful. Most of this town is ....junk.

Yeah, I've noticed... but at least it's not all useless!

[ She waves the swaddled doughnut, then partially unwraps it to offer a look at the pastry. ]

Are you hungry? Like I said, we can split it; you can have the milk to yourself if you're worried about germs.

May be...but we cannot know what is use ful.

*Except for the obvious, like food and water and warmth. But that should go without saying ~~thankfully it does~~.
He shakes his head to the question.*

I ate.

*He did earlier, but if she was paying attention it wasn't really much.*

...germs?

[ She would ask how someone could know about video games but not what a germ is, but this is Brian she's talking to. Maybe he used to be an AI; that would also explain why he does weird shit like decline free food. ]

Okay, but I do not think you ate enough. [ C'mon, look at that doughnut. You know you want some. ] And, uh... germs are things that can make you sick. [ It pains her to give such an inexact explanation; it's important to distinguish viral infections from bacterial ones! ]

I ate enough. I am not hungry.

*He's not, actually, because he hasn't been eating well for years before being in snowhell. If anything he eats more regularly here than he did back 'home.'*

I am not sick. I donot have germs.

Well... [ You're tripping every possible alarm, pal; Jade's keeping an eye on you. ] Will you drink something, at least?

[ She holds out the bottle of milk and puts the doughnut away. A lengthy discussion of pathogens is clearly imminent. ]

Anyway, everything has germs! You only get sick if they get inside of you.

*He peers at the bottle for a few moments before taking it. He saw her open it and she hasn't had time to do anything weird to it, so its probably safe. He doesn't drink yet, though, just peers at it for a moment before looking back to her.*

Then I donot have them in side me.

*He's not sick, alright :| Its a touchy subject.*

[ She fidgets excitedly as he accepts the milk, glowing with satisfaction. She's helping! Nice!! ]

Oh, I didn't think you were sick-- it's just easy for diseases to spread when you share utensils. I was offering the whole bottle in case you thought I had germs in me!

[ God, can you even imagine trying to teach this guy that germs don't turn you into a weird hobo, or how mental and physical illness are different things? What a grueling task that she is probably going to attempt at some point. ]

You are sick?

*He does understand the difference between mental and physical illnesses. He just insists he doesn't have any mental illnesses. Germs are still gonna be hard to explain, though.*

No, but most people would rather not share a drink just to be safe. I probably haven't been around people enough to catch any viruses, but it's easy to get a bacterial infection if, for example, you don't wash your hands frequently. I think it's safe to say everyone's hygiene standards have lowered a little.

*He stares at her for a few moments as he turns that over in his head.*

Oh...kay?
I donot think I have heard of peo ple sick here be fore. Except when admin causes it and every one gets some thing.

Hm. From what I can tell, it sounds like the administrator hasn't made people sick so much as delusional.

[ She'd ask more about these mystery illnesses, but... ]

Does your throat feel any better?

*He nods.*

Yes, that too.

He sighs and shakes his head.

No. Talk ing hurts. I am not supposed to talk.

[ Okay, she's starting to put two and two together. He's usually very... tight-lipped, but he feels compelled to talk. The administrator does weird stuff like that all the time, but like he said, it affects everyone. Except, didn't one of the guides describe something similar happening when...

Oh.

[ Her doggy ears slowly droop as she begins to suspect that he, well... died. How awful! :( ]

Jeez, I'm sorry-- has the pain gotten better since you started talking? Like, is your throat 'used' to it yet?

No, it just hurts. I cannot stop it.

*He's gone so long without talking it'll probably take a few days to stop hurting. He's hoping it won't last that long.*

Why doyou care?

[ This is the saddest shit I ever did see. Christ. ]

Um, because you are uncomfortable? [ She's doing the confused dog thing again. ]

*He cants his head as well.*

So? It does not matter to you.

It does matter, though! Because I care.

[ Oh boy, looks like she needs to cover the absolute basics. ]

What I'm trying to say is... I do not want people to be unhappy? Um, not just because I feel bad when someone else is upset; that is a really self-centered reason to be nice! It's simply my gut reaction, I guess.

You want peo ple tobe happy....be cause it makes you hap py?

*It may be self-centered, but he understands that sort of reasoning.*

Well, it wouldn't make me happy to please someone I dislike, but I wouldn't want them to be miserable. Being nice just... feels like what I'm supposed to do.

[ No one else has the same obligation, of course; Jade Harley -- and only Jade Harley -- is not entitled to such consideration. ]

It does feel really good when I make my friends happy, though, yes!

Friends

*He doesn't get friends. He thought he had one, even though other people somehow considered him a friend, but after everything that happened when he tried to say goodbye...he's not so sure.*

How doyou know who is friend?

*'Feels like what I'm supposed to do.' He sure knows that feeling...he just never expected it to apply to something like this. What purpose could that serve?*

I don't know, um... I guess if I like being around someone? Or just talking to them. And if we know each other, of course.

[ Hoo-boy, could she tell him a few things about being Vaguely Compelled to reach a Mysterious Goal. ~~Spoiler alert: it probably won't end well.~~ "...and so too when the time comes, it collapses in on itself, taking all else with it," JeSUS CHRIST ]

*He considers for a few moments, mumbling lightly to himself, before shaking his head.*

I donot under stand.

*It didn't end so well for him either. That seems to be common.*

Huh.

[ How to put this really simply? ]

Well then... I consider someone a friend when I like interacting with them, and they like interacting with me. Does that make sense?

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