a_gentle_boy | Twenty-Ninth PSI

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[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas. He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider. For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get. His routine is fairly straightforward.

1: Every morning, early morning, Lucas gets on his tea table and delivers his paper. He's still getting used to the hang of it, though. Maybe he'll accidentally smash it into your door, at which point, he'll hurriedly get off to check to see if he damaged anything. Most of the time, he hasn't.
2: After school, he practices piano alone in the music room. By this point, he can be eavesdropped upon without anyone wanting to forbid him from ever touching an instrument again. The songs he plays are strangely melancholy.
3: In his free time, he sits in the park or in his house and practices his sketching. Most of the time, he's drawing his friends, so perhaps you'll run across him drawing you.]

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[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]

Hello? A-Ah. This is Lucas.

I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind. I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here? How long have people come in and out? Does anyone really know? But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here?

When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right? It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man. He, um. Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain? That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside. If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right? Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them. And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all. To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.

............. I know I've already started to.

Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track? Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten. Maybe even signatures. So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember. Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister. Fuuko and how much she loved starfish. Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.

It might be a bad idea. Or too much work. But . . . Well. I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us. I'd love to hear that kind of thing.

[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice. Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]

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You must be from a time period even further back than me, then. I thought it was hard for me to learn about things like cars . . .

When are you from?

It was 1549 before I came here.

And it's about 1950 here, so . . . That's a pretty long time.

[Lucas is impressed. He blinks at Elizabeth for a few seconds before seeming to remember something.]

Oh! I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Lucas.

Yes, very long ago.

[Have a curtsy.]

A pleasure to meet you. I am Elizabeth Tudor of England.

It's nice to meet you, too. I'm from Tazmily Village, on the Nowhere Islands.

Nowhere Islands? I'm sorry but I have not heard of them. Where on the map are they located?

You won't find them on the map. I'm pretty sure I'm not from any of the Earths.

...I see.

I'm sorry. It's still rather odd to me that there are all these different "worlds" out there.

I think it's a bit odd to most everyone who comes here. It must be true, though. There are a lot of things in my world that don't exist on Earth, and the same thing the other way around.

It's most strange.

Whoever brought us here, but be indeed powerful.

[But onto a happier topic.]

Do they have lutes in your world?

S-Sorry . . . You might have to describe it. I'm not very familiar with musical instruments outside of the ones the DCMC play -- Um. They're a band.

[That isn't supposed to exist in his world, but that would take too long to eplain.]

It's an instrument quite similar to a guitar here.

Oh! I know what those are. Um . . . Is it more like a bass or a normal guitar? . . . Actually, I don't even know the difference.

I'm afraid I couldn't tell you.

I received one from home though if you would like to see it someday.

Oh! I wouldn't want to impose. But if it's not too much trouble . . .

It's no trouble at all. You could come over now if you would like to see it.

. . . It is about the time I stop. Are you sure you don't mind?

Quite sure. Besides, I still don't know many people here. It's nice to have someone to talk to.

[Lucas scoots off the bench and smiles softly at Elizabeth.]

Thank you, then. Would you like me to introduce you to some people? Everyone -- . . . Most people I've met here are really nice and friendly.

[She smiles back as well.]

...if it isn't a bother. That would be quite kind of you.

It's hard -- Most people don't have their families or friends with them. So we all have to stick together, right?

[She nods.]

Yes. That is true.

[And most of her family is dead or hate her, so there's that.]

If I see you in school during classes, I'll definitely introduce you. I don't know where my friends are right now since most people have gone home, though.