There's something dry in the response, either because Psyche's disappointment has snuck through the airwaves under the static or because, well...]
Starved, or collectively fed to your neighborhood demon, you mean. But you're correct -- if we didn't have a reliable way of getting food, we'd have to deal with the demon along with the island's issues. This place is unstable enough without hitting it with all of that at once.
[Static, or just a sigh.]
Items associated with where you came from. I assume it's a side effect of the mechanism. They show up after the person arriving, usually at random.
[Poor Psyche and her nightmare vacation........... on the bright side(????) there's plenty of people asking that question for her! And, well, common courtesy is a great way to deal with cannibalism(?), we're sure.]
Nothing in the shops. But yes, we did run into some things from home -- I'll say some of them can be helpful, but there's also a lot of junk. So don't expect much, and maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised.
What was the last thing it sent me... one glove? Something like that.
[ Listen, being polite has (probably?) never gotten anyone eaten faster than being rude has. Psyche is just going to have to stick to her guns on that one. ]
Only one? That's a little haphazard of it... [ She has to laugh a little, though. At the mental image? The only mental image she has of Ho-oh is "palm tree"... or bird. ] So it just keeps doing that?
[ A thought, less sunny, flickers across her mind: ] ...Even for the people who already died? The others who were here with you.
[The dryest. Maybe they aren't aware she's picturing a bird or a palm tree with a glove stuck on it, but would she really be wrong at this point.
A pause, then, as they seem to register the sudden swing in ideas -- maybe surprise, maybe something else.]
Morbid of you. But no, I wouldn't know. There's junk landing here at the best of times, and I didn't exactly have time to conduct a survey about who might own what when I got here. I doubt they would have told me, either way.
If you start running into things that don't seem to belong to anyone later, though, it might just not belong to anyone.
[ She's not wrong for this and she's accepting no criticism at the moment. He's lucky she doesn't yet understand Ho-oh's appalling type weaknesses. ]
Is it morbid? It's a little hard to forget that people have died here. [ She doesn't sound angry, exactly, but it's distinctly firmer than her voice before. ] ...I can see where tracking down all the owners would be a lot of unnecessary work, though. Especially if some don't have any, and you have research to be doing. How long have you been here, Mister Ho-oh?
[ There's probably no downside to just asking outright, even if he doesn't answer. ]
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There's something dry in the response, either because Psyche's disappointment has snuck through the airwaves under the static or because, well...]
Starved, or collectively fed to your neighborhood demon, you mean. But you're correct -- if we didn't have a reliable way of getting food, we'd have to deal with the demon along with the island's issues. This place is unstable enough without hitting it with all of that at once.
[Static, or just a sigh.]
Items associated with where you came from. I assume it's a side effect of the mechanism. They show up after the person arriving, usually at random.
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Maybe some of that is best ignored. Politely. ]
Oh! Did that happen when you arrived, too? The things in the little shops here... are those from your home?
[ A 'side effect' sounds harmless enough. Medea could have used this information, somehow. It's a little frustrating. ]
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Nothing in the shops. But yes, we did run into some things from home -- I'll say some of them can be helpful, but there's also a lot of junk. So don't expect much, and maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised.
What was the last thing it sent me... one glove? Something like that.
[Harmless, but is it really useful.]
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Only one? That's a little haphazard of it... [ She has to laugh a little, though. At the mental image? The only mental image she has of Ho-oh is "palm tree"... or bird. ] So it just keeps doing that?
[ A thought, less sunny, flickers across her mind: ] ...Even for the people who already died? The others who were here with you.
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[The dryest. Maybe they aren't aware she's picturing a bird or a palm tree with a glove stuck on it, but would she really be wrong at this point.
A pause, then, as they seem to register the sudden swing in ideas -- maybe surprise, maybe something else.]
Morbid of you. But no, I wouldn't know. There's junk landing here at the best of times, and I didn't exactly have time to conduct a survey about who might own what when I got here. I doubt they would have told me, either way.
If you start running into things that don't seem to belong to anyone later, though, it might just not belong to anyone.
[Surely it will be Fine.]
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Is it morbid? It's a little hard to forget that people have died here. [ She doesn't sound angry, exactly, but it's distinctly firmer than her voice before. ] ...I can see where tracking down all the owners would be a lot of unnecessary work, though. Especially if some don't have any, and you have research to be doing. How long have you been here, Mister Ho-oh?
[ There's probably no downside to just asking outright, even if he doesn't answer. ]