Fifty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

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[Don has been returned from his mission with the Malnosso. In this case, that means that his guide-droid politely but firmly made it clear to him that sorry, but he had to leave.]

[His journal is returned to him, he's shown to a teleporter, and a moment later he's standing in the village's coffee shop. After getting something - well, a number of somethings - to eat, he settles into a booth and opens said journal.]

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Guys, I'm back. I'm at the coffee shop. [Almost as an afterthought:] I'm okay. Robert, can you bring my snowsuit?

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If anyone was waiting... I'm back.

[Some time later, he adds:] Has anyone heard of a Deadly Nadder? Or a Gronckle?

Comments

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[semper_cogitans]

... Wh-what do you mean?

[Robert does stand, at the nudging, but he's more confused about what Don is saying.

Does he know someone else who behaves this way?]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don pulls up his loosened zipper.]

You didn't survey all the people who used to be in Luceti. [A little teasing smile, pausing just a moment before continuing.] Mike had a kind of synaesthesia too, with his chi-sensing. The chi never seemed to know how to get into his brain, so it just took any route it could find.

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[semper_cogitans]

Are you... suggesting that perhaps this could be... something similar? That... that the magic - or, or whatever s-signals Nala gave off - could not be translated properly by my brain...?

[... It's a surprisingly good hypothesis.]

... Perhaps, if... if Nala would allow me, I... could test it.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don nods, gathering up his knapsack and turning to go.]

Think of it as being chi-deaf. The Filial spirits can still communicate with you; they just have to use sign language.

[He remembers that girl with the unpronounceable name, who tried to sign at him and then had to resort to writing.]

Do you see what I mean?

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[semper_cogitans]

[And Robert, of course, is getting ready to go himself - shuffling his winter coat back into place over his lab coat. (Yes, it looks ridiculous.)]

... I... I believe so. It... does seem to make sense, as a hypothesis...

[He nods a little, decidedly, to himself.]

It is worth investigating, at the least.