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

[analyzing]

But enough of that! You said you wanted to know about radios and walkie-talkies, right?

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[pearheaded]

[DETERMINED FIST!!]

Yeah, I do!!

[pearheaded]

...Getting better at being assertive?

[analyzing]

I think that's more enthusiastic than assertive.

[Even as she says this, she'll turn her own journal to the back and tear out an empty page or two. She doesn't do too well in science-y stuff like this, so diagrams will help.

Diagrams always help.]

Do you know about telephones, Ian?

[pearheaded]

Ah—!!


... Nope, I'm not aware of what those are!

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[analyzing]

[...this face when you went "Ah--!"]

[analyzing]

[And then.]

[analyzing]

[Oh dear, looks like she'll have to start from the top.]

It's probably easier for me to describe what a walkie-talkie is by telling you what a phone is them, hmm.

Well, a phone is like the journal you have- you can call other people and talk to them. You have your journal with you, right?

[pearheaded]

Ah—!!

[..._]








Journal?

[analyzing]

....

You know, the one you woke up with?

[pearheaded]

... I woke up with something...?

[analyzing]

Um...yeah. Kinda like this one? [She holds up her own journal, but it's also nicely wrapped with decorative wrapper.] Ring any bells?

[pearheaded]

...

Nnnooooo...

[It's just a book, though. How important could it be? :I]

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[analyzing]

........

[analyzing]

Um...do you remember where you woke up then? The book's kinda important. It's easier to explain if you have it around too.

[pearheaded]

I... kinda do! I was upside down... in a bush, I think? Maybe?

It was a kinda dizzying hour, and all that.

[analyzing]

[She glances outside. It's pretty cold- does she really want to send someone back out there in this kind of weather?

...probably not.]

Well, I suppose we could go get it later- so don't forget where you left it, okay? We'll have to use mine for the time being then.

[pearheaded]

Okay! I won't forget, promise!

[Because if it's cool, he wants it. >:|b]

[analyzing]

[It's super cool, Ian. Now that that's settled, she'll open her journal and tap lightly on the second page where the network entries are.]

Okay, see- this journal here's really special. It's like...instant-letters, only better. You can talk and write to other people no matter they are and they'll always get message right away.

Are you following so far?

[pearheaded]

[He nods, eyes widened a little in curiosity.]

Yeah, I get it...

But how do the letters travel from here to theirs?

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[analyzing]

Magic!

[analyzing]

Or well, they call in Shifting,but it's still pretty impossible to understand.

[pearheaded]

Shifting? It does sound kinda' weird... but it's like magic?

[He's gonna have to get used to this magic. :|a]

[analyzing]

Uh-huh. It's what makes stuff appear around here and how the buildings repair themselves. I'm not magic expert though, so you might want to ask someone else about that.

[pearheaded]

Whoa--wait! The buildings repair themselves, too? You're serious?