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@fleetway-osha
Introduction
[Somewhere deep in the recesses of a mind a being Lurks, finding a connection to outside.]
Hahahahaa!!! This should be a great way to kill time before I'm let out to play again! I can't wait to tear someone apart~
*Well, there's a door here. Seems similar to the ones that have been appearing lately. It looks oddly fancy in an inexplicable way... There's a strange dial on the door that can't be adjusted, which is currently blank. There's a note on the door.
The note reads "This Door Connects With Any Of The Various Timelines I Have Connected To My Garden. Right Now, It Is Set To Pull Through Whoever Is Closest When It Opens. I Have Added A Dial To The Door To Indicate If A Person Is Their Timelines Equivalent Of Myself Or Kishar - Indicated By Cyan - Utur, - Indicated By Yellow - Alam - Indicated By Magenta - Or If They Are Someone Specific To Their Timeline - Indicated By Green. Caution; Not Everyone Is Friendly. Should You Wish To Remove Someone Back To Their Original Timeline, Just Call My Name. Try Not To Cause Too Much Trouble. - Persephone."
The note is written in a slightly-glowing cyan ink on black paper. It smells oddly of roses.*
Might as well make it three for three.
[It opens this door as well.]
The dial switches to magenta, and out falls - outright falls - a very sleepy looking figure. The resemblance to Alam is immediate, though the figure has their hair currently unstraightened in an afro style. When they look up, their eyes are primarily a soft brown, but there's a ring of bright blue around the pupil. Either way, this Alam is very clearly just a normal human. One in a sort of toga looking outfit who obviously just fell out of bed.
Are you a version of my grandpa Alam. [right to the important questions]
"Am I a what of your what - are we speaking English right now?"
The very-obviously-a-version-of-Alam's eyes widen, and he looks surprised, yet not in a bad way. His english is heavily accented, and it's clear he hasn't spoken it in a long time, but he's still fluent.
Yeah. We're speaking english. Only language I know, so.
"So I'm... somewhere uh..." He struggles for a way to describe what he's thinking. "Where... uh, phones exist...?"
Yeah. Phones are around. It's neat. I don't have one, but they're a thing.
"Nice. Good. Good and nice." He looks... slightly overwhelmed in a way. "I have been. In a time period where nobody knows about the water cycle. Please tell me you know about the water cycle. I am going to cry."
Vaguely. I never went to school. Shit about. Water evaporates into clouds and comes back later as rain or something.
"That is good enough for me!" He sighs, and just... lies down on the floor. "I am so tired. Just in general."
Oh yeah what's your name. Because you're a version of my grandpa. Doesn't automatically make you my grandpa so I don't want to call you that.
[The hedgehog just. boredly floats upside down.]
Name's Super Sonic, but everyone calls me Fleet. I do like that name too so you can use it I guess.
"Oh, uh, Gishkim." He blinks, watching Fleet float. "That's uh... that's the name I was given."
You got a name you like better? Or Gishkim good enough.
"Gishkim works." He shrugs. "Probably easier to just stick with that in case someone else asks about me, yeah?" He smiles, awkwardly. "... sorry, I am... a bit out of it right now."
"Fair enough. Also why were you somewhere where the water cycle isn't known."
There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.
It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.
Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.
More doors!
[It is having fun with the doors. Even if it gets bored easily. So naturally it opens the door.]
Liquid seeps out from the darkness behind the door, before some strange mermaid is thrown out, along with a puddle of water.
Its hair is an ocean blue, though streaked with a bloody crimson in some spots. It tries to lift itself with its scaled arms, shaking its head around to try and find some where it can y'know survive. Its voice sounds worbly and odd, though Fleetway can't quite place it. "Where am I? Where'd the water go?"
Welcome to osha. No clue where the water went or how this place isn't flooded.
[It just shrugs. Sounds kinda like a drakon to it.]
Should be somewhere else with water. Unless you're an ocean person. Then uh. Not good.
"What the bleeding is an osha? I am an ocean person. I would prefer to be back in the ocean. Where is the ocean?"
No clue where the ocean is, but I could try to push you back in the door. Also apparently it's the Occupational Safety and Health Administration. But I don't see that stuff usually. Probably because paperwork is boring so I don't go to it.
"What's a door? Is there water behind it?" The mermaid looks around, seeming to scrunch its face at all the light, and trying to figure out what any of this is. "Why is all the coral bleached here?"
No, no coral. All surface made shit.
And a door is. They don't normally hold an ocean behind them!
[It pauses a second before just. Pointing at the door.]
The fishy folk shades its eyes with one of its hands, and looks at where Fleet points. "How... does it work?"
Grab and turn the handle before pulling, or pushing depending on the door. Though some doors you don't turn. You just pull. Or you pull down a little thing above the door.
[It is just. Not really in the mood to risk a thing. So it just. opens the door back up. To try to help. Since it's found out that it isn't a fan of death it. Does want to help get the fishy person back home.]
*A strange, wooden door has popped up in the middle of a hallway on the 4th floor. It’s pretty average for a doorway, with the exception of strange red paint on it saying “DO NOT OPEN”.*
Ah, another one?
You can't tell me what to do! You're a door!
[It opens the door with far more force than necessary.]
*The door is thrust against the wall and tears apart. Cardboard.*
Damn right! Who’d ever listen to a door!
[It has just decided to start biting and tearing at the door. Enrichment.]
*Well, there's a door here. Seems similar to the ones that have been appearing lately. It looks oddly fancy in an inexplicable way... There's a strange dial on the door that can't be adjusted, which is currently blank. There's a note on the door.
The note reads "This Door Connects With Any Of The Various Timelines I Have Connected To My Garden. Right Now, It Is Set To Pull Through Whoever Is Closest When It Opens. I Have Added A Dial To The Door To Indicate If A Person Is Their Timelines Equivalent Of Myself Or Kishar - Indicated By Cyan - Utur, - Indicated By Yellow - Alam - Indicated By Magenta - Or If They Are Someone Specific To Their Timeline - Indicated By Green. Caution; Not Everyone Is Friendly. Should You Wish To Remove Someone Back To Their Original Timeline, Just Call My Name. Try Not To Cause Too Much Trouble. - Persephone."
The note is written in a slightly-glowing cyan ink on black paper. It smells oddly of roses.*
Might as well make it three for three.
[It opens this door as well.]
The dial switches to magenta, and out falls - outright falls - a very sleepy looking figure. The resemblance to Alam is immediate, though the figure has their hair currently unstraightened in an afro style. When they look up, their eyes are primarily a soft brown, but there's a ring of bright blue around the pupil. Either way, this Alam is very clearly just a normal human. One in a sort of toga looking outfit who obviously just fell out of bed.
Are you a version of my grandpa Alam. [right to the important questions]
"Am I a what of your what - are we speaking English right now?"
The very-obviously-a-version-of-Alam's eyes widen, and he looks surprised, yet not in a bad way. His english is heavily accented, and it's clear he hasn't spoken it in a long time, but he's still fluent.
Yeah. We're speaking english. Only language I know, so.
"So I'm... somewhere uh..." He struggles for a way to describe what he's thinking. "Where... uh, phones exist...?"
Yeah. Phones are around. It's neat. I don't have one, but they're a thing.
"Nice. Good. Good and nice." He looks... slightly overwhelmed in a way. "I have been. In a time period where nobody knows about the water cycle. Please tell me you know about the water cycle. I am going to cry."
Vaguely. I never went to school. Shit about. Water evaporates into clouds and comes back later as rain or something.
"That is good enough for me!" He sighs, and just... lies down on the floor. "I am so tired. Just in general."
Oh yeah what's your name. Because you're a version of my grandpa. Doesn't automatically make you my grandpa so I don't want to call you that.
[The hedgehog just. boredly floats upside down.]
Name's Super Sonic, but everyone calls me Fleet. I do like that name too so you can use it I guess.
"Oh, uh, Gishkim." He blinks, watching Fleet float. "That's uh... that's the name I was given."
You got a name you like better? Or Gishkim good enough.
*Well, there's a door here. Seems similar to the ones that have been appearing lately. It looks oddly fancy in an inexplicable way... There's a strange dial on the door that can't be adjusted, which is currently blank. There's a note on the door.
The note reads "This Door Connects With Any Of The Various Timelines I Have Connected To My Garden. Right Now, It Is Set To Pull Through Whoever Is Closest When It Opens. I Have Added A Dial To The Door To Indicate If A Person Is Their Timelines Equivalent Of Myself Or Kishar - Indicated By Cyan - Utur, - Indicated By Yellow - Alam - Indicated By Magenta - Or If They Are Someone Specific To Their Timeline - Indicated By Green. Caution; Not Everyone Is Friendly. Should You Wish To Remove Someone Back To Their Original Timeline, Just Call My Name. Try Not To Cause Too Much Trouble. - Persephone."
The note is written in a slightly-glowing cyan ink on black paper. It smells oddly of roses.*
Might as well make it three for three.
[It opens this door as well.]
The dial switches to magenta, and out falls - outright falls - a very sleepy looking figure. The resemblance to Alam is immediate, though the figure has their hair currently unstraightened in an afro style. When they look up, their eyes are primarily a soft brown, but there's a ring of bright blue around the pupil. Either way, this Alam is very clearly just a normal human. One in a sort of toga looking outfit who obviously just fell out of bed.
Are you a version of my grandpa Alam. [right to the important questions]
"Am I a what of your what - are we speaking English right now?"
The very-obviously-a-version-of-Alam's eyes widen, and he looks surprised, yet not in a bad way. His english is heavily accented, and it's clear he hasn't spoken it in a long time, but he's still fluent.
Yeah. We're speaking english. Only language I know, so.
"So I'm... somewhere uh..." He struggles for a way to describe what he's thinking. "Where... uh, phones exist...?"
Yeah. Phones are around. It's neat. I don't have one, but they're a thing.
"Nice. Good. Good and nice." He looks... slightly overwhelmed in a way. "I have been. In a time period where nobody knows about the water cycle. Please tell me you know about the water cycle. I am going to cry."
Vaguely. I never went to school. Shit about. Water evaporates into clouds and comes back later as rain or something.
"That is good enough for me!" He sighs, and just... lies down on the floor. "I am so tired. Just in general."
Oh yeah what's your name. Because you're a version of my grandpa. Doesn't automatically make you my grandpa so I don't want to call you that.
[The hedgehog just. boredly floats upside down.]
Name's Super Sonic, but everyone calls me Fleet. I do like that name too so you can use it I guess.
*Well, there's a door here. Seems similar to the ones that have been appearing lately. It looks oddly fancy in an inexplicable way... There's a strange dial on the door that can't be adjusted, which is currently blank. There's a note on the door.
The note reads "This Door Connects With Any Of The Various Timelines I Have Connected To My Garden. Right Now, It Is Set To Pull Through Whoever Is Closest When It Opens. I Have Added A Dial To The Door To Indicate If A Person Is Their Timelines Equivalent Of Myself Or Kishar - Indicated By Cyan - Utur, - Indicated By Yellow - Alam - Indicated By Magenta - Or If They Are Someone Specific To Their Timeline - Indicated By Green. Caution; Not Everyone Is Friendly. Should You Wish To Remove Someone Back To Their Original Timeline, Just Call My Name. Try Not To Cause Too Much Trouble. - Persephone."
The note is written in a slightly-glowing cyan ink on black paper. It smells oddly of roses.*
Might as well make it three for three.
[It opens this door as well.]
The dial switches to magenta, and out falls - outright falls - a very sleepy looking figure. The resemblance to Alam is immediate, though the figure has their hair currently unstraightened in an afro style. When they look up, their eyes are primarily a soft brown, but there's a ring of bright blue around the pupil. Either way, this Alam is very clearly just a normal human. One in a sort of toga looking outfit who obviously just fell out of bed.
Are you a version of my grandpa Alam. [right to the important questions]
"Am I a what of your what - are we speaking English right now?"
The very-obviously-a-version-of-Alam's eyes widen, and he looks surprised, yet not in a bad way. His english is heavily accented, and it's clear he hasn't spoken it in a long time, but he's still fluent.
Yeah. We're speaking english. Only language I know, so.
"So I'm... somewhere uh..." He struggles for a way to describe what he's thinking. "Where... uh, phones exist...?"
Yeah. Phones are around. It's neat. I don't have one, but they're a thing.
"Nice. Good. Good and nice." He looks... slightly overwhelmed in a way. "I have been. In a time period where nobody knows about the water cycle. Please tell me you know about the water cycle. I am going to cry."
Vaguely. I never went to school. Shit about. Water evaporates into clouds and comes back later as rain or something.
There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.
It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.
Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.
More doors!
[It is having fun with the doors. Even if it gets bored easily. So naturally it opens the door.]
Liquid seeps out from the darkness behind the door, before some strange mermaid is thrown out, along with a puddle of water.
Its hair is an ocean blue, though streaked with a bloody crimson in some spots. It tries to lift itself with its scaled arms, shaking its head around to try and find some where it can y'know survive. Its voice sounds worbly and odd, though Fleetway can't quite place it. "Where am I? Where'd the water go?"
Welcome to osha. No clue where the water went or how this place isn't flooded.
[It just shrugs. Sounds kinda like a drakon to it.]
Should be somewhere else with water. Unless you're an ocean person. Then uh. Not good.
"What the bleeding is an osha? I am an ocean person. I would prefer to be back in the ocean. Where is the ocean?"
No clue where the ocean is, but I could try to push you back in the door. Also apparently it's the Occupational Safety and Health Administration. But I don't see that stuff usually. Probably because paperwork is boring so I don't go to it.
"What's a door? Is there water behind it?" The mermaid looks around, seeming to scrunch its face at all the light, and trying to figure out what any of this is. "Why is all the coral bleached here?"
No, no coral. All surface made shit.
And a door is. They don't normally hold an ocean behind them!
[It pauses a second before just. Pointing at the door.]
There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.
It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.
Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.
More doors!
[It is having fun with the doors. Even if it gets bored easily. So naturally it opens the door.]
Liquid seeps out from the darkness behind the door, before some strange mermaid is thrown out, along with a puddle of water.
Its hair is an ocean blue, though streaked with a bloody crimson in some spots. It tries to lift itself with its scaled arms, shaking its head around to try and find some where it can y'know survive. Its voice sounds worbly and odd, though Fleetway can't quite place it. "Where am I? Where'd the water go?"
Welcome to osha. No clue where the water went or how this place isn't flooded.
[It just shrugs. Sounds kinda like a drakon to it.]
Should be somewhere else with water. Unless you're an ocean person. Then uh. Not good.
"What the bleeding is an osha? I am an ocean person. I would prefer to be back in the ocean. Where is the ocean?"
No clue where the ocean is, but I could try to push you back in the door. Also apparently it's the Occupational Safety and Health Administration. But I don't see that stuff usually. Probably because paperwork is boring so I don't go to it.
*A strange, wooden door has popped up in the middle of a hallway on the 4th floor. It’s pretty average for a doorway, with the exception of strange red paint on it saying “DO NOT OPEN”.*
Ah, another one?
You can't tell me what to do! You're a door!
[It opens the door with far more force than necessary.]
[Similar to what happened a few days ago, there is now a brand new spruce door, perfectly 2x1 meters. It seems to call to anyone passing by it.]
Is that a minecraft spruce door.
[And Fleet. still has not learned. and opens the door.]
[Nearby, a green, dinosaur-looking woman is preening a large raptor, before she turns after hearing the door open.]
Well, hey there! What're you up to, small one?
Only small in height, I'm still a teenager. Also this door just. Appeared. Got curious.
[It just shrugs.]
Oh, interesting. Would you happen to know which timeline you came from? I ask because that door has similarly just appeared.
Uh. Osha? I don't know anything more specific than that. Unless you want. Names of some people?
[It just shrugs.]
Hm... Do you know your timeline's version of me? I'm Jackie.
[She stops tending to her raptor, and sits down on a nearby stool. The raptor lies down.]
We haven't talked much in a while. But I know her.
Do you remember what color she is?
[As she speaks, she pulls some sort of bauble out of her pocket.]
Do I look like I know what that means?
[No he does not.]
Ah, sorry- I mostly only talk to other Jackies. I mean the color of her hair and magic.
What I have here-
[She holds up the bauble.]
is a timeline origin finder.
It's pretty accurate, but it's better if it's calibrated to a specific color in the rainbow.
Oh, red. It's red.
Thank you, that helps a lot.
[She messes around with the thing, and points it at Fleet for a second before setting it down.]
It'll take a second.
Right.
[It's just floating. A bit bored.]
[After a moment, the device pings, and she looks at it.]
Oh! You're the first central timeline visitor I've had in a while.
Huh. Neat. I don't really do worldhopping. Other than special zone once, then osha. So all this is still. Real new to me.
There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.
It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.
Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.
More doors!
[It is having fun with the doors. Even if it gets bored easily. So naturally it opens the door.]
Liquid seeps out from the darkness behind the door, before some strange mermaid is thrown out, along with a puddle of water.
Its hair is an ocean blue, though streaked with a bloody crimson in some spots. It tries to lift itself with its scaled arms, shaking its head around to try and find some where it can y'know survive. Its voice sounds worbly and odd, though Fleetway can't quite place it. "Where am I? Where'd the water go?"
Welcome to osha. No clue where the water went or how this place isn't flooded.
[It just shrugs. Sounds kinda like a drakon to it.]
Should be somewhere else with water. Unless you're an ocean person. Then uh. Not good.
There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.
It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.
Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.
More doors!
[It is having fun with the doors. Even if it gets bored easily. So naturally it opens the door.]
[Similar to what happened a few days ago, there is now a brand new spruce door, perfectly 2x1 meters. It seems to call to anyone passing by it.]
Is that a minecraft spruce door.
[And Fleet. still has not learned. and opens the door.]
[Nearby, a green, dinosaur-looking woman is preening a large raptor, before she turns after hearing the door open.]
Well, hey there! What're you up to, small one?
Only small in height, I'm still a teenager. Also this door just. Appeared. Got curious.
[It just shrugs.]
Oh, interesting. Would you happen to know which timeline you came from? I ask because that door has similarly just appeared.
Uh. Osha? I don't know anything more specific than that. Unless you want. Names of some people?
[It just shrugs.]
Hm... Do you know your timeline's version of me? I'm Jackie.
[She stops tending to her raptor, and sits down on a nearby stool. The raptor lies down.]
We haven't talked much in a while. But I know her.
Do you remember what color she is?
[As she speaks, she pulls some sort of bauble out of her pocket.]
Do I look like I know what that means?
[No he does not.]
Ah, sorry- I mostly only talk to other Jackies. I mean the color of her hair and magic.
What I have here-
[She holds up the bauble.]
is a timeline origin finder.
It's pretty accurate, but it's better if it's calibrated to a specific color in the rainbow.
Oh, red. It's red.
Thank you, that helps a lot.
[She messes around with the thing, and points it at Fleet for a second before setting it down.]
It'll take a second.
Right.
[It's just floating. A bit bored.]
[Similar to what happened a few days ago, there is now a brand new spruce door, perfectly 2x1 meters. It seems to call to anyone passing by it.]
Is that a minecraft spruce door.
[And Fleet. still has not learned. and opens the door.]
[Nearby, a green, dinosaur-looking woman is preening a large raptor, before she turns after hearing the door open.]
Well, hey there! What're you up to, small one?
Only small in height, I'm still a teenager. Also this door just. Appeared. Got curious.
[It just shrugs.]
Oh, interesting. Would you happen to know which timeline you came from? I ask because that door has similarly just appeared.
Uh. Osha? I don't know anything more specific than that. Unless you want. Names of some people?
[It just shrugs.]
Hm... Do you know your timeline's version of me? I'm Jackie.
[She stops tending to her raptor, and sits down on a nearby stool. The raptor lies down.]
We haven't talked much in a while. But I know her.
Do you remember what color she is?
[As she speaks, she pulls some sort of bauble out of her pocket.]
Do I look like I know what that means?
[No he does not.]
Ah, sorry- I mostly only talk to other Jackies. I mean the color of her hair and magic.
What I have here-
[She holds up the bauble.]
is a timeline origin finder.
It's pretty accurate, but it's better if it's calibrated to a specific color in the rainbow.
Oh, red. It's red.
*Well, there's a door here. Seems similar to the ones that have been appearing lately. It looks oddly fancy in an inexplicable way... There's a strange dial on the door that can't be adjusted, which is currently blank. There's a note on the door.
The note reads "This Door Connects With Any Of The Various Timelines I Have Connected To My Garden. Right Now, It Is Set To Pull Through Whoever Is Closest When It Opens. I Have Added A Dial To The Door To Indicate If A Person Is Their Timelines Equivalent Of Myself Or Kishar - Indicated By Cyan - Utur, - Indicated By Yellow - Alam - Indicated By Magenta - Or If They Are Someone Specific To Their Timeline - Indicated By Green. Caution; Not Everyone Is Friendly. Should You Wish To Remove Someone Back To Their Original Timeline, Just Call My Name. Try Not To Cause Too Much Trouble. - Persephone."
The note is written in a slightly-glowing cyan ink on black paper. It smells oddly of roses.*
Might as well make it three for three.
[It opens this door as well.]
The dial switches to magenta, and out falls - outright falls - a very sleepy looking figure. The resemblance to Alam is immediate, though the figure has their hair currently unstraightened in an afro style. When they look up, their eyes are primarily a soft brown, but there's a ring of bright blue around the pupil. Either way, this Alam is very clearly just a normal human. One in a sort of toga looking outfit who obviously just fell out of bed.
Are you a version of my grandpa Alam. [right to the important questions]
"Am I a what of your what - are we speaking English right now?"
The very-obviously-a-version-of-Alam's eyes widen, and he looks surprised, yet not in a bad way. His english is heavily accented, and it's clear he hasn't spoken it in a long time, but he's still fluent.
Yeah. We're speaking english. Only language I know, so.
"So I'm... somewhere uh..." He struggles for a way to describe what he's thinking. "Where... uh, phones exist...?"
Yeah. Phones are around. It's neat. I don't have one, but they're a thing.
[Similar to what happened a few days ago, there is now a brand new spruce door, perfectly 2x1 meters. It seems to call to anyone passing by it.]
Is that a minecraft spruce door.
[And Fleet. still has not learned. and opens the door.]
[Nearby, a green, dinosaur-looking woman is preening a large raptor, before she turns after hearing the door open.]
Well, hey there! What're you up to, small one?
Only small in height, I'm still a teenager. Also this door just. Appeared. Got curious.
[It just shrugs.]
Oh, interesting. Would you happen to know which timeline you came from? I ask because that door has similarly just appeared.
Uh. Osha? I don't know anything more specific than that. Unless you want. Names of some people?
[It just shrugs.]
Hm... Do you know your timeline's version of me? I'm Jackie.
[She stops tending to her raptor, and sits down on a nearby stool. The raptor lies down.]
We haven't talked much in a while. But I know her.
Do you remember what color she is?
[As she speaks, she pulls some sort of bauble out of her pocket.]
Do I look like I know what that means?
[No he does not.]
