Sixty-Fifth Theory [Video]

[i_speak_softly]

[The video feed clicks on, and Don looks thoughtfully at the camera for a moment before speaking.]

Another Christmas in Luceti.

[His tone is direct, just stating a fact, but somewhere behind it is a note of melancholy.]

This is my third. All of them have been in this house. All of them have been with different people.

[He slides back from the journal, revealing a corner of his winter room. He's been gradually moving into it over the past week, and has more or less taken up residence now.]

I've seen a lot of people come and go. There probably aren't many left who remember when Luceti didn't have electricity.

[He picks up some small bit of tech and squints at it.]

When I arrived here, the drafts were just starting. There were no missions. The Battle Dome didn't exist. We didn't have a farm and there was a desert where the ocean is now.

[He carefully threads a length of wire through a hole in the tech part.]

The buildings were shorter. Some of the stores and restaurants weren't open. [A pause.] I think I'm forgetting things...

[The wire slides through, and he knots the loose ends to form a loop.]

Does anyone remember other things that have changed? Or, does anyone want a history lesson? I'll be here all day.

Comments

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[stilldontgotit]

Well, I remember when Luceti didn't have any electricity. Things were pretty different back then.

[Video]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan just sort of scoffs at this- he doesn't entirely try to hide it, either.]

When I arrived, we had no access to the desert. The barrier halted by the mountain range and the tunnel system below the village hadn't been discovered yet.

[geniustheveil]

I remember those things. [Her voice is quiet. She doesn't like these sharp reminders of just how long it's been, or rather: how long ago she first came here. It comes with too many reminders of too many bad situations, and missing too many people.

There's also an undercurrent of sympathy. She understands the feelings that go into Don's post.]

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[bestevolving]

You've been here that long? Have you gone home even once?

[annoying Don in the winter room]

[semper_cogitans]

[Though it's still a little unusual for Robert to have a room in the house as drastically-different as the winter room is, he's glad for it. It's a place where Don can be relatively healthy and happy throughout the colder months of Luceti.

Listening to Don reminisce about earlier times in Luceti has made him think about it himself. When he first arrived - close to two years ago, now - Luceti was quite different, though not to the same extreme as Don describes. (He shudders to think what it was like pre-electricity, really.)

Hopefully Don won't mind him peering into the room now that most of the conversations seem to have stopped. What's the Turtle doing?]

[Voice]

[mysicksadlife]

[The voice is as bland as the girl in the picture is plain.]

I'll take you up on that history lesson. It sounds like it's a bit more interesting than I thought.

[herotypical]

The invasion. I remember the invasion.

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

Your third, is it? What a coincidence-- it's my third Christmas here as well.

[There's a slight melancholic tone in his voice too, though there's also a hint of nostalgia with it.]