RE: Cryptocracy (90%)
04-09-2013, 01:20 PM
"Entilum? Entiulum?... I'll just call you Enti. And no, it's not usually this full. I have to say I think today's had twice the turnout of any other. It's good to see that, poor Camille was beginning to look so despondent.
"The sandwiches are cucumber. I like them, but I'm well aware that the preferences of people differ so much from my own. Even in a town that is yet to hit 20 people! It just goes to show how varied any sample of a population is.
"You can see it even in this room. We have Lilith, over there with Violet, just chatting and being themselves. Ladies to the last degree. And just over there, mopping, is dear old John the Janitor. He's friendly enough, but you can sorta tell he's not... all there, you know? He tried to mop my cat once.
"Oh, you don't know about Tabbytha, do you? She's, well, she's a tabby, of course, she's my pet cat. Most lovely little puddytat there's ever been. She was part of my family inheritance, as much as the greasy hands and the desire to know how things work. I would have preferred a pet spider, but more than a few of the ladies here were uncomfortable with that idea.
"That was partly my fault, though, so they can't be blamed. I'm held responsible for more than a few bad dreams in this place, thanks to my pranks. The clockwork spiders were fun, but they freaked the daylights out of everyone who found them in their beds. So I'm reaping what I sow there.
"I'm the local mechanic in this town, by the way, my name's Ryan Davidson. If you need something made of metal fixed, I'm probably a good one to ask. If it's parts are woody, though, you'd want to ask Winston, over there, with the four sandwiches in his mouth.
"I live out the west side, just opposite the library. It's not optimal for deliveries, but that hardly matters when everybody's just two or three blocks away. And it helps to be close to the library. It gives me access to a great amount of books, which is really handy when I have to deal with unusual stuff. It's amazing how often people assume that a mechanic knows all: it's very rarely the case, so the books are my best friends. Well, the librarian is a friend too, of course.
"I make the most deliveries to that Roggider girl, Captcha or something. She's an inventor, so she's always needing pieces and parts. I don't think she likes me, though - don't have a clue why, really."
Ryan grabs a sandwich off a nearby plate and is briefly silenced. My god, when he gets going can he babble or what? When he finishes his mouthful, he mercifully redirects his verbal assault onto the gardener.
"Oh, there's not much you've missed yet, Mildred, nice to see you by the way. I've just had the usual sort of day, making deliveries, fixing up fans..."
Ryan sighs, and sags a little.
"...Nothing really impressive."
"The sandwiches are cucumber. I like them, but I'm well aware that the preferences of people differ so much from my own. Even in a town that is yet to hit 20 people! It just goes to show how varied any sample of a population is.
"You can see it even in this room. We have Lilith, over there with Violet, just chatting and being themselves. Ladies to the last degree. And just over there, mopping, is dear old John the Janitor. He's friendly enough, but you can sorta tell he's not... all there, you know? He tried to mop my cat once.
"Oh, you don't know about Tabbytha, do you? She's, well, she's a tabby, of course, she's my pet cat. Most lovely little puddytat there's ever been. She was part of my family inheritance, as much as the greasy hands and the desire to know how things work. I would have preferred a pet spider, but more than a few of the ladies here were uncomfortable with that idea.
"That was partly my fault, though, so they can't be blamed. I'm held responsible for more than a few bad dreams in this place, thanks to my pranks. The clockwork spiders were fun, but they freaked the daylights out of everyone who found them in their beds. So I'm reaping what I sow there.
"I'm the local mechanic in this town, by the way, my name's Ryan Davidson. If you need something made of metal fixed, I'm probably a good one to ask. If it's parts are woody, though, you'd want to ask Winston, over there, with the four sandwiches in his mouth.
"I live out the west side, just opposite the library. It's not optimal for deliveries, but that hardly matters when everybody's just two or three blocks away. And it helps to be close to the library. It gives me access to a great amount of books, which is really handy when I have to deal with unusual stuff. It's amazing how often people assume that a mechanic knows all: it's very rarely the case, so the books are my best friends. Well, the librarian is a friend too, of course.
"I make the most deliveries to that Roggider girl, Captcha or something. She's an inventor, so she's always needing pieces and parts. I don't think she likes me, though - don't have a clue why, really."
Ryan grabs a sandwich off a nearby plate and is briefly silenced. My god, when he gets going can he babble or what? When he finishes his mouthful, he mercifully redirects his verbal assault onto the gardener.
"Oh, there's not much you've missed yet, Mildred, nice to see you by the way. I've just had the usual sort of day, making deliveries, fixing up fans..."
Ryan sighs, and sags a little.
"...Nothing really impressive."
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