1st Partridge [Action][Let's not realize we're trapped in Luceti]

[pearheaded]

[Luceti seems so calm right now. Active, but silently making white noise over the treetops around them—Ian's favorite type of place. And it was a good thing, too: no one is in need of money more than this guy well, had someone actually told him things were free and he couldn't leave, anyway. He has a blanket laid out, and a bag sat right in the middle. Full of little powder-filled glasses, freshly made and found in his stuff at the item shop, as well as his awesome clothes (note: not really). This medicine was his usual method of getting cash, when his pockets were empty. Granted, some people might not ever use his medicine if they knew what was in it, but what they can't know won't hurt 'em! In fact, it'll heal 'em! 8D

Oh yeah, and he left his journal in a bush in the forest, by accident. Whoops. He'll be sure to get that when he realizes it could help him.]

Wonderful people of—

[...oooone second. He looks at his hand and carefully tries not to make an ass of himself.]

Wonderful people of Loo-ket-ey! Feeling like curing your poor injured shoulder? Got a broken collarbone in need of fixing up? Lost a limb in a bar fight? Then look no further than here!

[Motioning to the bag laid out in front of him with the shit-eatingest grin he can perform. Shiny vials and powders glint in the sun! Glinty glint glint!]

With this medicine, your unhealed physical injuries will go bye-bye in minutes, seconds even, depending on the size! Just a simple payment of 19.99 will give you guys the best bandages anyone could ever ask for: the kind that don't need to be used at all! Don't know what to get your mother for her birthday? How about the sweet taste of insta-cut-healing! Papa getting too crazy with that hacksaw? Insure yourself so he'll have all of his fingers in the future!

Come on, you can't refuse such a cheap offer, can you?

[...Wow, these people aren't really caring that much. Same ol', same ol'.]

...o-or not...

[Why, go ahead and fill him in on what the hell Luceti even is. Cause as far as he's considered, he's stuck in a village in his world and needs to get back to the one his pals are in. Such is the life of a dense idiot.]

Comments

[pearheaded]

But—why? What reason do they have to do something like that?

[Even someone like Ian can't help but grow gravely serious at such a thing; people really experiment on others, here? Hell, even he wasn't technically experimented on.

So why?]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I can't say for sure. I'm not sure anyone really knows why, but that's how things are here, and we're stuck dealing with it until we eventually get sent home.

[pearheaded]

Wha—they can't just do stuff like that, and 'specially without some kind of reason! What a bunch a... what a buncha' jerks!

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. Those Malnosso are nothing but jerks. [The occasional nice things they did weren't enough to make up for it, as far as he's concerned.] It might take some time to get used to, but I think you'll get the hang of this place.

[pearheaded]

Yeah...

Uh, my name's Ian, by the way. Ian Kolansky.

[He offers his hand for a handshake.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar takes his hand. He, fortunately, comes from a part of his world where they understand such a concept.]

Caesar Silverberg. Nice to meet ya.

[pearheaded]

Caesar, thanks a bunch for the talk! You're really a cool guy, y'know that?

[Shaking that hand with a friendly passion! WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH~]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[O-oh gosh, he's so... friendly. This kind of surprises Caesar a little bit. He isn't used to this kind of friendliness being directed towards him and all.]

Uh... Don't mention it. If you have any other questions, all you have to do is ask.

[pearheaded]

Got it!

Ah—and this is payment for your help, too!

[Here's a small bottle in your hand, good sir!]

It'll heal you up if you hurt yourself. If you ever lose a hand or break any ribs, this is just the stuff for you!

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[L-lose a hand? That was a little extreme, but... Caesar takes the bottle, looking it over for a minute before looking back to Ian.]

Is that really okay? I mean, um... I didn't do very much.

[pearheaded]

Bah, don't even talk like that! Don't you think it's worth rewarding, if someone is kind enough to help out a new visitor?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

It would be selfish of me to say when I'm the one doing the helping! [But he understands what he means, and hell, it may be useful one day, so he'll accept it.] Thank you.

[pearheaded]

No problem. If you ever need more, I'll be around, I guess!

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [He nods.] I'll remember that. Take care.