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[So getting used to this new kind of technology was certainly anā¦ experience. He still isnāt really comfortable with the idea of a video recording of himself, and even an instantaneous voice transmission is beyond the level of tech heās accustomed to so text is the way to go. Unfortunately, heās using this like some sort of magical LinkedIn, so itās a very formal letter style heās got going on.]
Hello,
My name is Jayce Talis. Iāve noticed thereās a few buildings here that seem to be laboratories. If any have availability to lend a room or two, I have research and device development I would like to work on. Ideally if thereās any access to a forge of some sort, that would be preferred, but not required. I have a personal reference if necessary to demonstrate good character.
[He notably does not say anywhere that there will probably be explosions.]
Thank you for your time.
Hello,
My name is Jayce Talis. Iāve noticed thereās a few buildings here that seem to be laboratories. If any have availability to lend a room or two, I have research and device development I would like to work on. Ideally if thereās any access to a forge of some sort, that would be preferred, but not required. I have a personal reference if necessary to demonstrate good character.
[He notably does not say anywhere that there will probably be explosions.]
Thank you for your time.
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Right. Yeah. Like...
Spaghetti?
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That will do. We'll need a sauce with it, of course.
[She deposits the bedclothes on the bed, where they can be a problem for the future, and hurries out into the hallway, past her open bedroom door ā there's a big map of Etraya that she's drawing and a bunch of scattered notebook pages on the floor in there, don't worry about it ā and down several corridors and at least one or two staircases to the kitchen, talking as she goes.]
Living together will also make it easier for us to share our theories. There's a lot to learn about this place, and uncovering everything there is to uncover will go much more quickly if we can collaborate efficiently.
[She doesn't know where anything in the kitchen is, but she's gonna start opening cabinets looking for pots and pans.]
I've never made a sauce before, but it shouldn't be too difficult.
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[He also has no idea how to make a sauce. It's definitely tomatoes and maybe boil them?]
Right. We should also make note of the population. I don't know if it's a key to finding out how we were brought here, but it could help establish a pattern. Do you have a running dossier?
[Heās entered the Kwik Trip now, picking up random things as he goes. Tomatoes, check, oil, check, birthday cakeā¦ Maybe not that cake. There's gotta be something good in here somewhere.]
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Yes, I've started compiling notes. So far there aren't any obvious patterns, though most people I've met have at least one particular skill. New arrivals come in batches, apparently, at regular intervals. And Aurora claims not to know why any of us were chosen or--
[She finds the pots! Victory!]
Or why some worlds have more representatives than others. She says that only Echo knows, and that Echo is not available for questions. [A fact about which she is very obviously frustrated.]
Don't forget cheese.
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[Makes sense for new arrivals in batches. He arrived in the same ābatchā as the others from Runeterra, barring Caitlyn.]
Cheese, cheeseā¦ Parmesan.
[Well, itās going to have to be that one. Heās also picking up a weird box from the freezer section, and looking it over.]
Do you know what a microwave is? And I know Auroraās supposed to be around to help us, but thereās people here who distrust her. Has she done anything untrustworthy? Or is it just distrust for someone whoās giving us āanswersā and asking for faith in return?
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I mean that each person is skilled in some particular area or another. Soldiers, scientists, detectives. Criminals. [It's a skillset. She may not like or trust Silco and his ilk, but she recognizes the brains, or muscles, it takes to be in that sort of position.
She sighs.]
More than one person I've spoken to believes Aurora is lying. Including Vander. I don't know that she's done anything untrustworthy. I don't know what to make of her. I... Everything's so much more complicated now, isn't it?
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Complicated, yeah. And... heavier.
[He's been trying to not burden anyone else, but whenever his mind drifts, he thinks to Viktor and Mel. How a part of him feels hollowed out, without either of their presence. Would Mel know what to do in this situation, who to trust? Would this place have a cure for Viktor? He's glad Caitlyn is here, he doesn't know what he'd do if she wasn't, but even then, if he doesn't get some sort of lab set up soon, he's going to feel the desperation for something familiar set in.]
I don't think we should trust her implicitly, but we don't have any other choice right now. It'll be better to keep on her good side until we have a reason to not be.
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[She pulls out a couple of pots and sets them on the countertop. Now, to find the tableware. She's only now realising how big the kitchen is, and it's a sobering realisation, in a way. A reminder that her old life, the life in which she never really spent time in the kitchen, in which she never had to learn where the tableware is stored, is gone beyond recovery for the foreseeable future.]
We'll figure this out, Jayce. I promise. [She's got to believe that's true.]
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[Thereās sympathy in his tone, as he picks out over a dozen candles, realizes thereās no more left, and figures this will have to do.]
I know you want to figure this all out, I do too, but the answers that weāre looking forā¦
[Itās not impossible, heās sure. But if the people who have been here for almost a year- a year- havenāt gotten any closer to figuring things outā¦]
I just donāt want you blaming yourself.
[If it turns out this is beyond them, their capabilities.]
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I doubt it will be easy, but I'm not giving up. If the answers are there, we'll find them, however long it takes.
[She finally finds two plates, two glasses, and two sets of cutlery, and lays them out on the counter next to the pots.]
Though you should hurry back. I'm not keen to do it on an empty stomach. And don't forget something to drink, unless you're particularly fond of tap water.
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[An exhale of a laugh, because yeah alright. He does that as well. He almost wonders if it's something he picked up from her, now that he thinks about it.]
Yeah, I'm hurrying. Do me a favor and stay out of the kitchen when I come in. I have a surprise for you.
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[Curiosity? Piqued. Detective brain? Activated. She's not gonna purposefully try to spoil the surprise for herself, but she can't help but subconsciously try to solve it like a little mystery.]
If you insist.
[She glances around at her very good job of setting out the pots and plates.]
I think I've got everything ready here, anyway. I'll wait for you in the dining room.
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It's probably the lamest birthday celebration Caitlyn's ever been thrown considering the extravagance of the Kiramman family and how Jayce only remembered to do it at the last minute. On the main island counter sits a little dessert, with a single lit candle in it (not much room to fit as many as needed, he might joke), along with a birthday card propped up next to said cake.]
Time's weird now, but if it's winter, your birthday probably happened within the past three months. Or I could be wrong, and you just get a cake anyway.
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She's accustomed to elaborate food served in courses, gifts sent from people she doesn't know who care more about impressing her mother with their generosity than with giving her anything she'll enjoy or use, and the sort of look from her mother that says she's creeping closer to the age that she'll need to start taking more responsibility and behaving more as a Kiramman ought to. Her favourite part of most birthdays is getting it over with. A little cake with her best friend is a much better way to mark the occasion.
She blows out the candle and grabs two forks, holding one out to him so they can share the dessert, small as it is.]
Twenty-two. I'm catching up to you.
[As though he won't also be turning a year older, the next time summer rolls around.]