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[fogey]

[ well, there's no way to say it, except to say it, so: ]

One of us died today. Big guy, blond hair. I don't know his name. I found his body.

[ that's his schtick, isn't it? finding bodies. ]

What I do know is that he fell on some rocks near the beach. Looks like an accident, no foul play. The fall shouldn't have killed him.

[ could've, if the bastard really were that unlucky, but it's unlikely. besides: ]

But it did break his lantern. Seems like Winters was telling the truth about that after all. Before anyone asks:

1) No, I didn't see it happen.
2) Yes, I checked for a pulse.
3) No, I didn't do it.

[ juST COVERING HIS BASES THERE ]

One more thing. I had to step away to get my tablet. When I came back, both he and his lantern were gone. No one else was here, I'm positive. They just vanished into thin air.

[ ooc | so as of today, rosinante (callada) is dead :C feel free to threadjack in this post and use it for discussion or whatever! ]

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@dr

[donttalktome]

You do know I can see this, right?

[fogey]

That's good to know

[donttalktome]

It's a public network.
This isn't exactly astrophysics.

[fogey]

A public, monitored network. Like I said, good to know

[donttalktome]

Really can't win with you people, can I?
Fine, have your little conspiracy theory.
Wear your little tinfoil hats.
Perhaps I should be honored that you think I'm capable of creating and maintaining an entire world devoted to capturing the dead for no apparent reason.
But if you're going to be so adamant about distrusting me, at least listen to Winters.
He actually gives a shit.

[fogey]

There's a difference between trusting you people, which I don't, and thinking you did all this.

[ which he's a little on the fence about but w/e ]

There's a lot you still aren't telling us. Not exactly trustworthy.

[donttalktome]

That's a bit better I suppose.
For the record, I don't trust a single one of you, either.
And yes, there's a lot I haven't told you in particular, seeing as how we've never even met.
Ask away. Now's your chance.
I'm not the chosen guide, I don't have to follow those arbitrary rules.
There are subjects I may avoid out of personal preference, but I won't lie to you.
I'm not generally in the habit of it.

[fogey]

That's smart. I wouldn't trust us either, in your shoes.

[ he certainly doesn't trust their entire group, as it is. as for the rest: huh. ]

Start with that. The chosen guide, the arbitrary rules. What are those?

[donttalktome]

When the lighthouse keeper decides to reset the town, she picks someone to shepherd the inevitable next group of unfortunates.
Typically this is the only person who survives.
Aside from Rastus.
The arbitrary rules are that he's not supposed to lead you in any one direction.
You're supposed to figure things out for yourselves.
To be quite honest I don't know if those are his rules or hers.
Though it was both of our decision to withhold one particular piece of information for the time being.
One thing at a time, you all need to get used to being dead first.

[fogey]

[ he remembers winters saying that will was a strange case. not precisely someone meant to survive. he doesn't ask about it now, but keeps it in mind. ]

Appreciate the honesty.

[ like, he thinks having to get used to being dead is bullshit, but. at least will's owning this. ]

We're supposed to figure things out for ourselves. This is about the performance of ours she's going to be judging?

[donttalktome]

Essentially, yes.
And before you ask, no, I don't know what her exact expectations are.
I have a feeling I know why our group didn't meet them, but I don't know what she's looking for.
The best guess is that she wants us to fix all this somehow.

[fogey]

Why do you think group didn't meet them? And fix what?

[donttalktome]

[There's a bit of a pause before the answer, where normally his replies come with rather predictable swiftness.]

I told you there were things I didn't much want to talk about.
This is one of them.
Let's say for now that there was a bit of a breakdown.
Certain people got hung up on a certain thing to the detriment of everyone else.
Ask Winters, maybe he'll tell you more.
But as it stood we weren't getting any closer to solving the problem.
The problem being, I assume, the state of this place.
It's locked in a perpetual darkness and a constant cycle of arrivals and resets. I believe she wants us to change that.

[kungfuey]

Did you notice how nobody has asked me who I meant?

[donttalktome]

You were only talking to one person.
There's no "nobody" involved.

[kungfuey]

You realize "everyone" can see this right?

[donttalktome]

Yes but it's not usually common practice to jump into another person's conversation to ask who they're talking about.
What about me is pretentious anyway?
Pretentious suggests you can't back it up.

[kungfuey]

What's your PHD in Doc?

[donttalktome]

[oh god why would you ask him that]

I have two, actually. Astrochemistry and planetary engineering.
With slightly minor degrees in three other fields.

[kungfuey]

Astrochemistry and planetary engineering. Now that's impressive.
You find a lot of use for those around here?

[donttalktome]

Not much, other than to learn that this place doesn't make any logical sense.
But the programming degree sure is coming in handy.
And I made good use of the chemistry a couple of weeks ago.

[kungfuey]

So you might say that when you insist people here call you Doctor, you're making it sound like what you can do is more important than it actually is.
Yeah that's not pretentious at all.

[donttalktome]

Usefulness isn't a requisite for letters.
There are doctors of philosophy, how useful are they?
Unless you can figure out how to go back in time and revoke them, I still earned both. That's still my title.

[kungfuey]

But it's generally a requisite for being unpretentious.
Especially when you're stuck in a place like this.

[donttalktome]

So you're saying only useful people are unpretentious?
First of all, I'm hardly useless.
Second of all, that describes roughly half the town at this point.