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waystation) wrote2018-02-04 05:59 pm
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waystation) wrote2018-02-04 05:59 pm
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[Majima, do you want to lose your stomach lining along with your eye...? It says something when the eleven-year-old's second guessing your better judgement.]
Good question. It looks way past my year--that was 2017. But everything looks so old it makes it seem like it's been a while since then.
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But you can usually tell the difference between food that's a hundred years old or not. Looked like not. I'm pretty sure it came from someone's world.
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[Look, he's had his figurative wrist slapped enough times by Roland for trying to put poisonous things in his mouth that he's learned the art of caution, okay.]
That's seriously weird that stuff's just showing up in people's houses, but kind of awesome, too. I can't remember the last time I even had a pb&j. Did you find anything else?
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You want some? Guess you'd have to wait on the bread, but I know there's jam around. Maybe you could spread it on one of them muffins.
There was a bunch of stuff. Alcohol, cigarettes, a dart game...
[ A KNIFE ]
It's like they knew exactly what I wanted.
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If you're sure. I kind of miss tasting something that feels like it came out of a supermarket again. Is that weird? I have some fruit I could trade you for it.
But where does it all come from? It's not like they can just mail order stuff from another world.
[Or can they.]
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Maybe whatever brings us here also sucks up some of the stuff from back home. And they just scoop it up and pile it somewhere.
Hell, when I first got here, I wasn't exactly spinnin' on all cylinders. Wouldn't have let 'em lift all my stuff if I was. Might not've noticed if there was tennis rackets or dog toys or what all else half-buried around.
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That suits you better than it does me, with the pirate eye patch and all. It's a deal, thanks. It's nice you'd share. Someone else might have just hoarded it.
I don't know what's weirder, that stuff just magically appeared in your basement, or the natives could have a side business farming for space junk.
I met a woman named Dorothy from Kansas who had a dog named Toto, too. The way you described it reminds me of that story, you know? Getting sucked up in a tornado and ending up who knows where with a house and some slippers.
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[ Sometimes, more like a nightmare. ]
They probably keep all the good space junk for themselves. Y'know, like the lasers and jet packs.
Actually, Eddie and Richie were both on a space station before this, right? So maybe we really will get a piece of that action.
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[One of many secrets the natives either don't know enough about, or don't trust them enough to tell about. The random items showing up are weird at any rate.]
That's right, Eddie told me about that. I think I would've preferred to go there and see stars and float around.
[... The good kind of zero g floating, not the bad killer clown variety.]
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I guess the stars around here ain't so bad.
[ They were kind of nice, actually, and you could see them without having to drive outside the city to escape all the light pollution. The exact opposite of Tokyo. ]
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[Before his life flipped upside down.
He'd thought something similar in Mid-World, how bright the stars had been without the lights of the city to compete with, how quiet and still it was without a single humming telephone pole.]