menial | 9 ~ Deep inside my heart I still wanted those aliens [written/action]

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So, more New Feathers coming. Guess I'll first point out Maebara's helpful five-hour lecture on the SOS Brigade, for the new people. Welcome to Luceti, get ready for weird, et cetera.

But really, isn't it weirder how it works for us "Old, Slightly Decaying Feathers" than the new ones? After all, we keep seeing the same thing over and over. The shine's totally gone. All the New Feathers get to wake up confused with something new and surprising, and ask all the same questions about what this place is, and they, obviously, never get tired of it.

Whereas those of us who've been here a while just treat it as ordinary life, and are quite tired of explaining, and, hell, wrote a book on the topic. Even the mix is usually kind of the same, right? A few cute girls, a few brooding guys, random stuff in between. Usually one talking animal.

And I haven't even been here a quarter as long as some of us.

Anyway. It's a fair question if there's a "point" to this. I guess the question is, what would you say to a New Feather, as an Old Feather, as far as what to appreciate about the whole entry experience?

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[After finishing that rather off-target ramble, Kyon will go for an off-target ramble of the physical variety, wandering around the general store for the afternoon and then sitting in the library... falling asleep.]

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Well, yeah. I'm familiar with the feeling.

Really? Hang out with a lot of crazies?

I'm a Detective Inspector. It's about par for the course, actually.

... Well, that certainly doesn't make me want to go into the police.

I didn't say it's not worth it! [ Greg Lestrade: SELLING CAREER CHOICES since never. ]

...Don't worry, I wouldn't have done it anyway.

Well, you're missing out. Mostly on the paperwork. Name's Greg Lestrade.

Ah, well, I'm just a high school student anyway. My name is [name here!]. Known around here as Kyon.

It's nice meeting you, 'Kyon'. [ Nicknames everywhere. Luceti is the definition of a melting pot. He wonders how many bloody teenagers are walking around here. ] How long's it been since you wound up in here as a New Feather, then?

[Lots of them.]

You too, Detective. About eight months for me.

[ A low whistle. ]

Fairly long run, there. I'm only coming in at about half the time.

Not much at all compared to a lot of my friends here.

Experience is experience. Bit of a double-edged sword, though, being around long enough to get properly used to the place.

Definitely. Some of them are long-term habitues, it seems. They have... relationships and everything.

Better than not having anything, isn't it? If you've gotta be stuck somewhere, you may as well get to know who you're sharing it with. I expect there's a lot more wandering around the woods on your own otherwise.

True, but then when people leave, it ends up being rather messy for the ones left behind. Apparently.

People always leave some sort of mess behind. Doesn't matter if it's just a day's worth or if they've been somewhere their whole bleedin' life. We can't do much else but muck things up. I'll still take it over having nothing the whole time, but it could be I'm just that stupid.

['Wow. Something more pessimistic than what I was going to say, on the whole.']

Well, when you put it that way, I'm more or less that stupid myself.

9 ~ Deep inside my heart I still wanted those aliens [written/action]

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