i_speak_softly | Sixty-Sixth Theory [Voice]

[Things have been remarkably normal for Don lately, a very tolerable mix of the mildly bad and the mildly good. On the one hand, he's coming down with a case of his annual flu, and he actually kind of misses his elf. On the other hand, his various lessons have been going well, he's enjoying the new toys Robert gave him for Christmas, and all the effort that went into creating the winter room has been entirely worth it.]

[In between keeping his hands and mind occupied, and lounging indolently just because he can for once, Don has made a habit of posing a random question over the journals every day. Today the low-grade fever is making it hard to think straight, so the question is a strange one:]

People. In Luceti. Are from different worlds. [Give him a minute, he's pretty sure he's going somewhere with this.] But. Some of us have a lot in common, in surprising ways. Who... Who in Luceti seems like, you know, like long-lost twins? Even if they maybe haven't met each other here yet.

Or. What combination of people here would just be... really interesting. I mean, if you put them together to make a new person. Who's different from anyone we already have.

[A long pause.]

I think I'm sick.

[He's going to. Um. Do something about that. Then he will be back to answer any comments.]

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That's a relief!

[Comunication via radio as his primary source of contact back home, sometimes people took names for granted. Though the question now, was...]

...Robert is a person or someone who can take care of you, right? Not a pet or something...?

[Don glances up at Robert before answering this, because reality is a little challenging right now.]

No, he's my human.

By human, I seriously hope you mean friend.

If you need something like chicken noodle soup, I'm not a bad cook. It helps to feel better...

... Yeah. [Let's go with that.]

Do you have any miso?

...

[Gone with.]

As it turns out, I do. Well, I think so. I can get some from the grocery.

[Pauses a bit]

Where are you?

House, uh... House 55.

[Surely this won't be a problem for any housemates.]

[Checks his map and realizes that's too far a trip to make on his own. No more examples of flashing the quad for him, he really didn't want the soreness that came from that long a trek, also. He'd just need to find a way to transport it, thankfully he has someone who goes running around for him]

Hang in there, I'll send help.

I'll be here.

[He'll just make Robert answer the door again.]

[Have no fear, he's actually hoping to send out his trustiest and only runner, Jack Holden, who could be cajoled into doing almost anything with the right sort of incentive.]

Yeah, I'd advise against you leaving to go do much of anything. No offense, but you're sick and rest is better than trying to tough it out.

[A laugh, interrupted by a cough.]

Don't worry; I'm the well-behaved one.

Well you should expect a package delivered to you very shortly by a scruggy, probably very animated young man. That's just Jack, don't hurt him.

I need him alive.

I've gotten better about that!