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( text: jan 16. ) 1/9 I'M SUPER SORRY.
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and it really is a flurry of messages. ]
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That's the thing here. That's what I'm super worried about right now!
I don't know what's useful or not. It's really hard to tell because this is not my thing back home at all. It's Dialup's and she's not here but I am and that's a really bad thing if diplomatic relations or communications are involved.
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9/9 DONE I'M SO SORRY PART 2: DAY PLEASE.
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Oh, Daylight. Never change. Except do. Except don't because Dr. Solis okay, importance confirmed, whatever this is.]
I'm here. Do you want to come talk in person instead? I'm in my room.
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yeah sure thei'll be therein a few minus.
[ given the distance of where daylight lives and where rosinante resides, you think it'll take more than a few minutes to cross the distance and reach the intended destination.
but daylight is both a scout, trained for speed and travel, and he's panicking big time. great advantages(?) for running through complete darkness!
... but he does get there. his vents may be stuttering and groaning and his life may be flashing before his optics with how tired he is but he's there, knocking weakly at the door to alert rosinante of his presence.
though, really, the laboured vents should be enough to alert anyone of day's presence. ]
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One second, sorry-
[But shortly he does manage to make himself decent, except there's been no time yet for makeup. Or like, socks. And his hair, when still damp, is an even wavier mess than usual. But who cares, he's not exactly bothered about looking perfect, it's just Daylight and Daylight doesn't care. Finally, he opens the door, then stands back to let him in.
Only, as he's done before, the moment Daylight is clear of the door he closes it and snaps his fingers with an uttered "silent" to seal off anyone who might accidentally - or intentionally - listen in.]
So, what's this about Doctor Solis?
[He's trying to sound calm. He's very excited.]
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no. it does not. ]
I accidentally gave Dr. Solis a winter holidays gift. [ he pauses here, having enough common sense to realise that sounds dumb. even for his standards. ] Well- Not accidentally. I sent it to the Friend Under the Basement on purpose because, well, they're my friend. I didn't know it was her until she sent me back a gift that had a card that she signed with her own name.
I- I don't know why but I thought maybe writing a letter to her would be a good idea? So I did and I got a response and- Today- Because I was doing Spirit Day with the others like usual- [ hang on- he begins to go through his messenger bag/pouch bag. a few seconds later and he pulls out a letter with practiced cursive writing. ] I got a response.
You can read it for yourself but she's offering hints and information and she's inviting me for tea!
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Wait. What basement. The church?
[That's the only underneath place he can think of, and his eyes go wide. He takes the letter, and sits himself down on his bed to read it.
It's gonna take him a bit. This is a long letter.]
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while rosinante attempts to read the letter in peace like a normal individual, daylight, unable to handle the silence, begins to nervously ramble to fill the silence between them: ]
The church! Yeah! I mean- Who else lives in a basement in any of the buildings here in Beacon? [ anyone who does that is weird, even for him, and wait! that's not the point of this talk- focus, day! ] I should have brought the present along with me as proof, I know, but I swear she really sent me something and she wrote a card and everything.
And-! And I only sent winter holiday presents through the post office to Robin and Dr. Ingram and the spirits like the Postmaster General and the Friend Under the Basement. I didn't get a reply from Dr. Ingram but I got gifts from everyone else when I dropped by there. I did a count, like how Emer taught me to do, and the only one the music box could have been a response from was from the Friend.
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But instead he has a rambling robot. Okay cool. He's not tuning it out, he's just... dealing with the distractions as best he can by re-reading sentences sometimes.
He has a lot of questions right now but they're not the sort Daylight can answer. Like why the hell does Solis think this is somehow going to be less divisive than notifying everyone herself? What could have happened in the past that was so awful, that she thinks this is a better approach?]
So, who are you bringing along to meet her, have you decided yet?
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he slowly shakes his helm, looking sheepish. ]
No... That's one of the things I wanted to ask you about. [ 'one of the things' implying that there's a lot more to go through but perhaps its the best they get this out of the way. ]
I was thinking maybe you or Riku or Soldat could come along with me because, well, we're friends and stuff. [ one could hear the 'but' coming and it does come: ] But- I know you guys have a lot on your plate as is. Between Downtown needing to be explored and winter and the other projects going on and stuff.
And, um, it got me thinking that if you guys couldn't come with me- Maybe someone you guys trust? I don't need to know-know them to let you, er, know now. If you trust them with this stuff than I will too. I just- I just want to be sure I'm going in with my bases covered. [ day isn't sure that bit of his even made sense but he tried to explain his reasoning.
when it comes to relations and communications, he was not good at it. that was dialup's job and he knows he won't be able to ask tough questions or really dig into things if dr. solis didn't want to answer it or tried to avoid it. daylight didn't have the figurative heart for that. ]
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[Gods, how he wants to go. It could be dangerous, could be some sort of trap laid by the spirits, but the handwriting is finer than any spirit he can imagine - and he's never seen one communicate in text anyway, barring the few that seemed to make their way onto the network back in November. This is a pretty far leap from that. Still, it could be like what happened when he went with Winters and the rest to the lighthouse.
It's worth the risk, but there are others just as capable who would fare better in the public spotlight afterward, when word needs to be passed back to everyone. People who he would rather see taking the lead, other than himself, as deeply interested in this as he is. One is the only leader who seems willing to take that title, and he strongly thinks they do need a name and face to hold some sort of authority here. The second is someone who he has known for far less time but who he already can see is responsible and very, very good at working out the riddles this place poses.]
Lord Cao Pi would be extremely well suited to this. You've seen how thorough he is, and how clever. He's not always likeable, I realize that. But I would still choose him on the basis that he doesn't back down, and he has always kept everyone here informed. The second is General Maes Hughes, who I got to know better on our recent trip downtown. He has a quick mind and a good sense for investigation.
[He eyes the letter once more, then hands it back.]
If either of them are unable, I would like to go. I've been wanting to meet her. There's a lot of questions she can answer for us. The dreams made that clear.
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[ daylight's winglets flick up at the first name he hears, remembering him very well from the town hall meetings and the post. he was... intense but focused, always trying to herd the group and consolidate information before sharing it with everyone. really good things to have when speaking with dr. solis.
he doesn't know mr. hughes as well but he faintly remembers him from the town hall meeting, when they spoke about their experience during the feast. he seemed- nice and smart, daylight decides there and then. and, besides, if rosinante trusted mr. hughes, daylight will trust him too. that's a name he'll keep in mind when trying to figure out who should come with him.
he nods along to what rosinante is telling him, freezing halfway when he hears a word that jogs his memory. ] ... Right. Questions.
That's what I wanted to ask you for help as well. [ he looks down, scratching the back of his neck while he takes back his letter. ] I- I don't know what to ask her when we meet. There's a lot of ground to cover and it kind of makes my helm spin trying to pin a topic down.
[ he's not gonna lie: there's a risk of him not being able to ask any questions when he meets her. he was never good at probing, pressing questions. ]
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I can definitely help you come up with those. We'll just start brainstorming a list, how's that? And we can always change them, or cross them off. You have your tablet?
[This works. This is the best of both worlds, actually. If Cao Pi goes - since Daylight seemed to take that advice well - and if he writes the questions, or at least a number of them, then he'll be content not to be the one to ask them. It's just the beginning, anyway. Hopefully Dr. Solis will see there's a lot of good in connecting with the entire town.]
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[ daylight carefully put away the letter and begins to search for his tablet in his messenger bag belt. it takes a bit of digging around but he pulls out soon enough, opening it up to begin writing things down.
he pauses for a bit, looking down at rosinante with big optics.] -Thanks. I really don't want to mess this up for you guys. And that includes Dr. Solis. I know it was a... a risk for her to reveal herself to us, given her experience, but I want to make this work for everyone. So we can figure this out! Together!
[ even in this mildly panicky state, day is determined to believe in the best of people and hope they can do this as a team. ]
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[He runs a hand through his hair, getting those still-damp strands off his neck. Should probably get it cut one of these days. And then he leans over to his own collection of supplies to reach for a cigarette while Daylight gets his tablet, lighting it on his lantern and screwing the top closed again. Okay. Thinking mode activated.]
From her letter, I'd obviously like to know why her appearance caused so much conflict. What happened?
But if she won't go into those things, if she just wants to answer general questions to start with, then: what are the World Eaters? What does she know about them, what might they be vulnerable to, and what have past groups tried?
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he looks up when he hears the last question, his winglets hitching up in clear interest. ]
Ohhh! The last question is really good. [ he's always been curious about the past groups and what happened in their attempts to stop the world eaters. perhaps more than ever since the night market's arrival and the realisation that others have survived.
and now that he thinks about it as well... ] Do you think we can ask her for anything notable the past groups did before they were reset or something?
Like what Dr. Ingram did. He was able to keep himself alive from the resetting of his group. Surely someone or someones did something to do major improvements or progress.
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[Just, you know. As a reminder. It doesn't sound like that group accomplished much.]
If she has ideas on what we should try, that's fine, but otherwise I'm not sure how relevant a question like that is for directing our survival efforts. Now, a better angle - at least, one she might have good knowledge of - is to ask about what happened in this town in her time. She was central to whatever turned this place dark. In fact, I'd guess she and her research are responsible.
[Because yeah, that would be divisive if others hadn't realized that before she appeared and spoke to them. But it makes sense given the little he knows others glimpsed in their dreams.]
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in the end, he decides to nod in agreement to shift their attention away from the past groups and focus on the important questions like research and information on the world eater instead. it is the most pressing matter they're up against right now so you gotta focus, daylight. ]
What happened to the town and her research. Right. [ he writes that one day, making sure to add in the explanation for why to ask that question. something occurs to him and he frowns in worry now. ] ... What if she doesn't want to answer these questions? Soldat mentioned that possibility to me when I was talking to him about this.
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