[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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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. ]