I don't, but there's been a lot of people struggling and over-ordering, so I thought I could help out if anyone needed it. It's really new technology, so it took me a while to learn to!
[ yves said please stop the food waste or else he will have to eat it all off the floor himself ]
But you're looking for liquor? Me too! Maybe we should just make a pact and say if either one of us finds any, we'll just share with each other.
[God, it's like he slid down the arc of a rainbow to get here. Richie laughs a little.]
Fuck no. Keep the sunshine for as long as you can kiddo, youth fades and she fades fast. Just wait until you're staring down a periodic prostate check. [Richie slides his burger onto the counter and pulls up a seat, tapping lightly on the fish bowl. Funny little bugger, this.] Besides, I'd be a high-and-mighty hypocrite to keep you from drinking. I was younger than you when I started, that's for damn sure.
[ but this is hysterical to yves, for reasons. he will also sit, picking at some fries as he leans in and just enjoys hearing richie talk. what an interesting way of speaking!! so funny. the fish in the bowl does a lil jump at the tap, but otherwise just continues to exist rotundly ]
Pardon my rudeness, Monsieur, but could I ask your own name? And age?
Sad to say the immediate applause shoots straight to his head, though heavily taxed and tolled by the puppy-like enthusiasm the kid beams along with it. He gets the sense he's the tenth or twelfth person who got applause from Yves this week, seems a bit of a soft touch on that front.]
That so? How's that figure? [Which is a question it may be wiser not to ask, considering. He'd pitched it so easily though, can you really blame him for taking a bat at it?] Were you sick?
[ the applause is so real............ even if yves is truly someone who reacts so very bigly to anything. he doesn't mind the question though, looking thoughtful ]
It was a strange curse in my country. No one lived past 23. They only found a cure recently, but... we had more problems after that. Peace has been hard to come by.
Though I hope that they're able to resolve some things even after I'm gone!
Meanwhile Richie turns his head ever so slowly and ever so slightly towards the kid. Shamefully the first thing he thinks of is the mask — hard not to think of the old Phantom lurking around his opera, masking scars and singing his sad little heart out. Could be a degenerative disease.
Of course he calls it a "curse", but it's probably more a figure of speech. Watching folks fit as fiddles suddenly wither into gaunt husks sure seemed like a curse, particularly when it hits an epidemic. Got a fair few of those going around on his own turf, don't he?]
Awful sorry to hear it. 23, huh? Christ on a bike, that's barely living. And it's pretty widespread?
yves looks thoughtful at that. he watches richie for a moment, looking at the lines of his face, wondering how the people that he knows could've looked if their age was actually reflected on their features. scien would be even older... ]
It was common for the whole island. We were left isolated because other countries didn't want to risk a spread, from what I heard. It was like that for hundreds of years.
Researchers found a way around it... but I know it's also pretty unorthodox, compared to other societies.
[au where Scien has joint pain and is beginning to bald
Richie's head bobs back, perturbed. Look, he's getting the picture here. One look around can net you a half-dozen cryptids that would have nerds everywhere creaming their tight-whities. A few rounds of conversation would dispel your hopes for normalcy from the rest. He doesn't get how it's possible — surely if they were all hailing from galaxies far, far away, the blueprints would drift a little further from the Vitruvian man — but with nothing lining up and nothing better to do, he's gonna have to take a few things at face value.
Hard pills to swallow, but he'll gulp them down for now.]
Hundreds of years? You're not fooling? [There were an awful lot of quarantines in dark times that followed that same line of logic. Just throw the poor bastards out, problem solved.] Fine way to treat your fellow man. How the hell did you all survive that long? Even hitting your early twenties, that's a grim bar for life expectancy. Can't imagine it going on for generations.
but yves lets his head fall in his hand, humming thoughtfully ]
I don't think I'd have the imagination to fool about something like this... A scientist on our island invented a cloning system where you could replicate your body and your memories, so you could basically just repeat the same 23 year cycle over.. with caveats.
I think that was just another reason countries avoided us... but I don't think it's right to condemn people for what they need to do to survive.
oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING
[Now his brows are on a steady incline to meet his hairline. Things have taken a sudden twist.]
Sounds pretty damn imaginative to me. Right out of the Twilight Zone in fact. Christ.
[this is so much why is this happening to him, specifically. Incurable disease is one thing, cycling out clones like car models is another.]
Sure, sure, you can't blame people for trying. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or so they say. Still. I mean, shit, where I'm from, the only successful clone thus far has been a goddamn tadpole. Big leap to take a whole island population through the test tube loop.
Are you...
[One of them? Or a new generation? Surely these clones fornicate. Human nature is hard to resist.]
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[ yves said please stop the food waste or else he will have to eat it all off the floor himself ]
But you're looking for liquor? Me too! Maybe we should just make a pact and say if either one of us finds any, we'll just share with each other.
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[Regards this peppy lost child.]
Are you even twenty-one?
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but he just laughs good-naturedly ]
Should I appear more hardened to the world and chiseled to be taken seriously, Monsieur?
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Fuck no. Keep the sunshine for as long as you can kiddo, youth fades and she fades fast. Just wait until you're staring down a periodic prostate check. [Richie slides his burger onto the counter and pulls up a seat, tapping lightly on the fish bowl. Funny little bugger, this.] Besides, I'd be a high-and-mighty hypocrite to keep you from drinking. I was younger than you when I started, that's for damn sure.
What's your name?
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[ but this is hysterical to yves, for reasons. he will also sit, picking at some fries as he leans in and just enjoys hearing richie talk. what an interesting way of speaking!! so funny. the fish in the bowl does a lil jump at the tap, but otherwise just continues to exist rotundly ]
Pardon my rudeness, Monsieur, but could I ask your own name? And age?
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Anyway, the second he hears a "Monsieur" his head cocks. Smoothly, and in an immaculate (if cartoonish) French accent:]
Ah, mais oui! You 'ave ze prih-vuh-lege of speaking to Richarrr' To-zhierr, a man as old as ze meat of zis stale Ahmericain burgaaihr.
[He wipes his hand with a napkin and holds it out to shake.]
I'll be 38 come June, or I would have been. Pleasure to meet you Yves. Pity it's because we died.
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the funniest thing that he's ever heard and yves is just clapping his hands together as he laughs brightly, both impressed and entertained ]
Amazing! Amazing Monsieur Richie of ze Burghaiihr!
Ahaha! Don't worry, the timing works out. I never could've been 38.
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Sad to say the immediate applause shoots straight to his head, though heavily taxed and tolled by the puppy-like enthusiasm the kid beams along with it. He gets the sense he's the tenth or twelfth person who got applause from Yves this week, seems a bit of a soft touch on that front.]
That so? How's that figure? [Which is a question it may be wiser not to ask, considering. He'd pitched it so easily though, can you really blame him for taking a bat at it?] Were you sick?
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It was a strange curse in my country. No one lived past 23. They only found a cure recently, but... we had more problems after that. Peace has been hard to come by.
Though I hope that they're able to resolve some things even after I'm gone!
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Meanwhile Richie turns his head ever so slowly and ever so slightly towards the kid. Shamefully the first thing he thinks of is the mask — hard not to think of the old Phantom lurking around his opera, masking scars and singing his sad little heart out. Could be a degenerative disease.
Of course he calls it a "curse", but it's probably more a figure of speech. Watching folks fit as fiddles suddenly wither into gaunt husks sure seemed like a curse, particularly when it hits an epidemic. Got a fair few of those going around on his own turf, don't he?]
Awful sorry to hear it. 23, huh? Christ on a bike, that's barely living. And it's pretty widespread?
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yves looks thoughtful at that. he watches richie for a moment, looking at the lines of his face, wondering how the people that he knows could've looked if their age was actually reflected on their features. scien would be even older... ]
It was common for the whole island. We were left isolated because other countries didn't want to risk a spread, from what I heard. It was like that for hundreds of years.
Researchers found a way around it... but I know it's also pretty unorthodox, compared to other societies.
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Richie's head bobs back, perturbed. Look, he's getting the picture here. One look around can net you a half-dozen cryptids that would have nerds everywhere creaming their tight-whities. A few rounds of conversation would dispel your hopes for normalcy from the rest. He doesn't get how it's possible — surely if they were all hailing from galaxies far, far away, the blueprints would drift a little further from the Vitruvian man — but with nothing lining up and nothing better to do, he's gonna have to take a few things at face value.
Hard pills to swallow, but he'll gulp them down for now.]
Hundreds of years? You're not fooling? [There were an awful lot of quarantines in dark times that followed that same line of logic. Just throw the poor bastards out, problem solved.] Fine way to treat your fellow man. How the hell did you all survive that long? Even hitting your early twenties, that's a grim bar for life expectancy. Can't imagine it going on for generations.
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but yves lets his head fall in his hand, humming thoughtfully ]
I don't think I'd have the imagination to fool about something like this... A scientist on our island invented a cloning system where you could replicate your body and your memories, so you could basically just repeat the same 23 year cycle over.. with caveats.
I think that was just another reason countries avoided us... but I don't think it's right to condemn people for what they need to do to survive.
oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING
Sounds pretty damn imaginative to me. Right out of the Twilight Zone in fact. Christ.
[this is so much why is this happening to him, specifically. Incurable disease is one thing, cycling out clones like car models is another.]
Sure, sure, you can't blame people for trying. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or so they say. Still. I mean, shit, where I'm from, the only successful clone thus far has been a goddamn tadpole. Big leap to take a whole island population through the test tube loop.
Are you...
[One of them? Or a new generation? Surely these clones fornicate. Human nature is hard to resist.]