[ Nothing like traumatic VR experiences to bring people closer together! They aren't exactly friends per se, but JJ's left enough of an impression on her that she thinks to contact him once most of the chaos has blown over for the night. ]
riza? oh god riza [ Get ready for a retelling of the entire event, Riza. ] i just woke up in that pod and i had not idea what was going to happen i just started praying AND THEN THERE WAS A FIRE but nothing exploded i don't even know how to explain to you but there are so many people here that look normal but aren't normal which is great but i am normal i mean i'm not normal but in terms of superpowers yknow and it's so hard because it's like the vr room but the simulation never ends im just so tired like more tired than i've ever been after practice riza yeah i got a tent set up haha i went camping so often as a kid but this place has nothing on algonquin you don't think there are actually monsters here do you?
[ has he forgotten that she went through the same experience....probably. honestly she only gives the whole (very long....) message a cursory skim, largely because if he can type out all that in such quick succession, then he's probably fine.
she does, however, feel bad that he's being forced to go through all of this. ]
It's best to prepared if there are.
[ if he wasn't hoping for solid reassurance, then she's the wrong person to ask it from. ]
But it sounds as though you're handling yourself well so far. It must be a lot to take in. Have you found people to camp with?
[ Riza, if he can't count on you to lie to him then what are we even doing here. ]
be prepared?? i don't have any weapons am i just supposed to hide behind other people??? i mean i don't know if anyone here can fight any better than me they're mostly skinnier than i am
We can find you weapons, if you want to learn how to use them.
[ Normally she'd prefer to refrain from placing regular citizens into the line of fire and sticking sharp pointy things in their hands, but this is hardly a normal situation.
[ His lack of answer's noted but not questioned. Perhaps he got distracted, perhaps he just didn't care. Either way, if it's something he's truly interested in, he'll bring it up later. ]
Can it not be both?
[ Which seems almost cruel, in a way, but she considers herself both. ]
okay this time her butt doesn't hang up. there's lots of rustling noises........
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My dear brother... how I wish you were here with me now. You would certainly marvel at the sight of me—why, I have just washed my hair in a river! A perfectly common river. How very rustic, no?
[ ... ]
This is certainly much more onerous without someone to comb my hair.
He has a nightmare that he's being stalked. That after everything, his family being asleep, the rocky descent, and lack of food and commercial comforts, he ends up with a stalker that creeps over him, startling him awake at night, breathing in his ear and muttering gibberish, a lazy drawl echoing in his ear in the dark.
By the time morning comes, JJ's on the verge of tears, wishing only for freedom from this sorry existence as he lays curled up in his tent, so so tired when the voice filters in again.
He doesn't even know what's going on, so he makes a pathetic offering in the hopes of finding peace: ]
Mud masks are supposed to be as good for your hair as they are for your face.
yeah you ever seen iron man? kinda like is this jarvis is this robot gonna kill us all because robots are superior to humans you know instead of aliens
well no iron man is human but the iron part is a robot [ He doesn't actually remember the movies too well. ] anyway computers take over the world because humans... hm they don't know what's good for them?
[ The voice startles her enough that she nearly jumps out of her skin. She looks around, expecting to find someone lurking nearby—but she doesn't see anything. That's... odd. Very cautiously, she asks: ]
To whom am I speaking? I would ask that you show yourself.
[ Wait a minute... is that... her butt that's speaking? She slowly reaches back and digs around in her pocket, eventually coming up with the little communication slab. (You mean a phone, Clair...) It's talking. Actually, it says that someone named °˖✧♔KING JJ♔✧˖° is talking, apparently?
(A real king?!)
His majesty is asking if she wants to hear a song.
(This feels more like the behavior of a court jester.
Still, she doesn't want to take any risks by refusing a possible king.) ]
I bet you will. [ He acknowledges her answer with a nod, eyes closing and sighing to himself. ] But this isn't the time or place. My songs have to be shared in a lot more intimate way.
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