Sergio and his family

A Hatchetblr blog made by Shadowbrightshineao3 death counter: 0 Sergio and his family are up for questioning, come ask him and his wife and his kids (maybe) things! Anyone is welcome to interact.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, looks like we'll just have to do it here instead!"

Admin! This is Sergio Santos from Spies are Forever, and his wife Betty Santos, and maybe his kids. They've been transported to the modern day all together because you can't split up his dear family! It's a Hatchetblr blog, feel free to pop over! If you think your character would have an interesting conversation, start it up!

Some stuff people should Know I think. Rules and such.

Please send asks. I want to talk about my married couple

You can flirt with them, they're happy to flirt with people, but know that the only relationships you'll be getting are the husband and wife. They playfully flirt but they're with each other to the end.

Feel free to draw art!! Oh how I want more people to love Sergio.

The admin is an adult.

This will be tagged Sergio rp, instead of just Sergio because I want that tag to be full of him, not me.

Feel free to pull them into stories, they're quite the pair.

_____

Rebooted! Basically scrap the meeting with Owen outside of lore we learn.

Feel free to invite them into your worlds.

Some characters are

Sergio and Betty. Husband and wife.

Marcos, an older boy, built, and explores the Witchwood. Early 20s

Rosa, his little sister, disabled and a musician. (Perhaps a touch of the gift came to her in the time travel?) Around 15.

Vilma, Betty's sister and Rosa's mother.

Ethan, a young 8 year old who wants to be a soldier.

Theyre from 1961.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The young man up front perks up, well-built and dark hair swept to the side with smile lines around the mouth and eyes already. He has a Russian accent.

“Hello! How much do you suppose it’s worth?”

He eyes the wood in the wagon to give it his own estimate.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos realizes he doesn't know much about American money. "What do you think? You're the expert."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He reaches out a hand for Marcos to give him a piece.

“They’re oak, but they’re smaller pieces. They don’t look damaged, and there is a lot…I can offer four dollars per piece.”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos hopes this is a good price. "I'll take that. Do you happen to trade as well?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

”Ah, no, sorry.”

Grandma said not to give resources away if it wasn’t needed, they needed them for business, and for only four dollar oak logs…

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well it was worth a shot! How many of these do you want?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

“How much money do you want?”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

(Can fudge the amount I do not know)

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The wagon gets lighter, and some bills are pressed into his hand.

“There you go. A fair amount for the number of logs.”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Thank you sir!" Marcos walks out.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The young man up front perks up, well-built and dark hair swept to the side with smile lines around the mouth and eyes already. He has a Russian accent.

“Hello! How much do you suppose it’s worth?”

He eyes the wood in the wagon to give it his own estimate.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos realizes he doesn't know much about American money. "What do you think? You're the expert."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He reaches out a hand for Marcos to give him a piece.

“They’re oak, but they’re smaller pieces. They don’t look damaged, and there is a lot…I can offer four dollars per piece.”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos hopes this is a good price. "I'll take that. Do you happen to trade as well?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

”Ah, no, sorry.”

Grandma said not to give resources away if it wasn’t needed, they needed them for business, and for only four dollar oak logs…

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well it was worth a shot! How many of these do you want?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

“How much money do you want?”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

(Can fudge the amount I do not know)

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The young man up front perks up, well-built and dark hair swept to the side with smile lines around the mouth and eyes already. He has a Russian accent.

“Hello! How much do you suppose it’s worth?”

He eyes the wood in the wagon to give it his own estimate.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos realizes he doesn't know much about American money. "What do you think? You're the expert."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He reaches out a hand for Marcos to give him a piece.

“They’re oak, but they’re smaller pieces. They don’t look damaged, and there is a lot…I can offer four dollars per piece.”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos hopes this is a good price. "I'll take that. Do you happen to trade as well?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

”Ah, no, sorry.”

Grandma said not to give resources away if it wasn’t needed, they needed them for business, and for only four dollar oak logs…

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well it was worth a shot! How many of these do you want?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The young man up front perks up, well-built and dark hair swept to the side with smile lines around the mouth and eyes already. He has a Russian accent.

“Hello! How much do you suppose it’s worth?”

He eyes the wood in the wagon to give it his own estimate.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos realizes he doesn't know much about American money. "What do you think? You're the expert."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He reaches out a hand for Marcos to give him a piece.

“They’re oak, but they’re smaller pieces. They don’t look damaged, and there is a lot…I can offer four dollars per piece.”

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos hopes this is a good price. "I'll take that. Do you happen to trade as well?"

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

The young man up front perks up, well-built and dark hair swept to the side with smile lines around the mouth and eyes already. He has a Russian accent.

“Hello! How much do you suppose it’s worth?”

He eyes the wood in the wagon to give it his own estimate.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos realizes he doesn't know much about American money. "What do you think? You're the expert."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Maybe I could check the thing over later? I’m not the best with robots, either, granted. But I’m more familiar with the company that made it.

A furniture shop, warmly lit, is visible in the distance.

There’s the furniture store. I’ll wait out here, if you want.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos gives him a nod and pulls the wagon inside. "Hello? I have good wood to use for furniture! I am selling it and trading it."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

He blinks, tilting his head with a tiny grimace.

Odd, I’ll tell ya that. But if it’s just a quirk it has…there’s no reason to be too alarmed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Like I said, I don't know how robots work. That's why I asked. My family is behind when it comes to technology."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

How often does it switch voices? Any you’ve learned to distinguish?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Sometimes it's halfway through a sentence, sometimes it's per word, but usually the voices overlap and some are louder. It likes using two womanish voices in Portuguese for half the words and a voice like Ethan's but lower for the other."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Huh. Not usually, or randomly. Does it have a trigger?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"That's just how it seems to talk. Mixing a bunch of voices together while it talks, sometimes word by word. It speaks Portuguese just fine, if with some strange pronunciation, but it only uses a few voices for that. Especially if I ask it how it works." Marcos taps his head. "When I ask how its insides work, it acts strangely. It knows many things but doesn't know other basic things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur snorts a laugh, covering it with his hand.

Not long, actually. The display had just been put up a few weeks before y’all bought it.

The people around are dressed quite casually, some in coats to chase off the slight chill in the air.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos nods. "Do all your robots talk with a dozen voices, sometimes at once? Or with strange effects? I keep checking the room for a new person, but it's just Meelo."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

It’s resourceful, for sure, or else it wouldn’t sell.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I don't understand it in the slightest, but it enjoys playing chess with my grandma, and it is also rather bad at chess." Marcos takes note of the fashion he sees around him. His aunt loved to look pretty and his uncle was...illiterate about clothing. "How long did it sit on the shelf? He says it's a one-of-a-kind toy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Yeah? That’s good. Learning a new language is always hard.

William hated that goat, and had frequently told Wilbur that.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Mm. Meelo seems to know anything we ask it." He smiles. "It takes time to get used to that arm coming from its back, but it also helps me cook. I try not to judge strange looking things."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Smart. I used to smoke. Be right back.

Twenty minutes later, he exists with a goodbye to Holloway, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

Sorry for having you wait that long. If you’re still up for it, the shop is this way.

He starts walking.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

Marcos smiles. "It's good to watch the people around us so I don't mind."

He stretches and follows behind. "That goat your friend sold my brother has been something else. Meelo has been showing him how to write more English words."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Wilbur glances back to the diner.

…My shift’s over in twenty. But if you wanna go without me, it’s near Powell Street, that way.

He points to where Marcos is headed.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I'll take a seat out here on my logs then. I could use a rest after all that walking." He sighs. "I wish I could smoke, but it hurts my chest too much. I can't stop hacking when I try. I don't even carry any cigarettes with me so I won't risk it." He pulls out a lighter. "I keep this though. You never know when someone needs a light."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Oh.

That made more sense. Wilbur bites back the embarrassed flush in his cheeks.

Wood isn’t a commonly accepted tradable good. Your best bet is trading it for money first.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Do you know where that storefront is? If you aren't too busy."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

Marcos passes by the diner with a red wagon full of wood, seemingly looking for something.

@thesantos-gottadoit

Wilbur is right outside the diner, leaning on a wall taking a very short break. He jolts a bit when he recognizes Marcos.

Hey, Marcos!

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Oh hello Wilbur, do you know where I might find a wood trade? I got some of this from the forest and it's in good condition. I've even already stripped the bark." Marcos gestures to his wagon of wooden logs he's already cut into smaller, more useful pieces.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

You’re lookin’ to sell all that?

He peeks to the wagon bed.

I mean, yeah, but no one in Hatchetfield that I can think off top of mind. What’re you trading it for?

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"I figured that I could get some cash for it, or maybe find a furniture maker. We need things for the house." Marcos isn't sure if they're still pretending to be tourists at this point, but no one has raised any eyebrows about their house.

[wiggles-and-wilby]

There is a store in town that makes furniture. How much wood do you have?

He pushes off the wall to walk closer, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Well, I have this wagon full ready, and there's plenty of trees."

[wiggles-and-wilby]

I guess, more, what do you want to make? Should’ve phrased that better.

[thesantos-gottadoit]

"Ah, I already have wood for my own carving. I meant trade in return for already made things. I haven't decided on what I want to offer for them yet."