eluvio | text, un: lunettes ( dated before the holiday mingle i.e. today )

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text, un: lunettes ( dated before the holiday mingle i.e. today )

[Reim understands absolutely nothing about... outer space, even after the initial orientation, so there's only one solution: writing himself a report about it. It's a force of habit, and he doesn't intend to share it at first (hence the strange heading) but he figures he might as well use it to present his various inquiries. He's going to be writing it anyway, so...

Well, it's better than looking out any windows and getting ulcers from space.]

CONFIDENTIAL/FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY
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Report 1 (Rough draft) | Month X/Day X | Author: Reim Lunettes

We appear to be in outer space.

The author (hereafter "I/me") is unfamiliar with the concept of "space" as it has been presented here (more accurate word: the Heavens? This lacks the atmosphere of something heavenly...) but has taken up the task of organizing the information presented haphazardly during "Orientation."

I was able to speak with the attendant upon (...) waking, but unable to ascertain any pertinent information. The conversation began as follows:

Q. (to attendant) What is going on here?
A. All of your questions will be answered in a moment at Orientation.

While perhaps my demeanor had been more frantic than can be accurately portrayed here in words, all manner of simple questions were regarded in this fashion. Then, proceeding into the next room to watch a moving picture that continued to make absolutely no logical sense, followed by being presented with the following and left to my own devices:

• An uncomfortably small uniform. I do not think it will fit me.
• Some kind of pendant.
• This device.
• Additional information that still has yet to explain in full what a "starship" is but does at least provide some helpful rules and regulations to adjust to living aboard one. Whatever it may be.
• The stars are outside. I will have to ask someone for medication to eliminate vertigo.
• A transcription of the moving picture that still does not make an ounce of sense.

To this end, being left to my own devices as I am, I am currently making arrangements to seek additional counsel about what is actually going on here and why this bag has been referred to as a "duffel." Interviews with those who have been here longer than I will be conducted in the following format:

Respondent:
Time:
Place:
Notes:

Q. Hello. My name is Reim Lunettes and I would like to have a moment of your time. What is your name?

Q. Have you ever been to "space" before?

Q. How familiar are you with the items found aboard this "starship"?

Q. What items were packed inside your "duffel"?

With these questions, I believe I will be able to report back with a more thorough understanding of the situation.

[Anyway, hope everyone enjoys this report that is half serious and half fed up with not understanding why everything glows and the pictures move. This is probably deserving of ridicule, but only a little.]

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Fufufu. ♪♪♪ You don't know? Fufu, that's amusing by itself.

What I meant to say was that you must be the tall man with the glasses. After all, you were so stern the whole time, I thought you'd stare holes in the workers helping us. It was so scary, the whole room shivered.

Your last name, Lunettes, is also the French word for glasses, so I probably could have guessed that much even if I didn't see that. You're like the perfect secretary~ Yay.

[Why are there music notes?? What's wrong with this boy?]

I happen to be taking this seriously! You must be the boy who smiled the whole time. At least one of us is taking this in stride.

[Hint: it is not Captain Ulcers.]

For the record, having both glasses and this surname is a coincidence. [Just in case fufu boy doesn't understand, see.]

I'm taking this very seriously. I've been stripped from my home and abandoned in a place where I have no friends, no comrades, not even any enemies. My companions have been left behind to fend for themselves like so many times in the past, and once again I'm a liability. It's very upsetting, you know?

But you're right, that was me.

Still, I know that a name can be misleading, but there are times when parents can purposefully name a child with the idea that they will portray a certain image. You know, the characters for "Eichi" mean "hero" and "wisdom" respectively. My family name, Tenshouin, means "auspice" and "institution." Doesn't it give off the image of someone grand, refined, intelligent and all things like that? It's just as my parents wanted.

It wouldn't be so strange to find out that your entire family wore glasses, but it would be rather strange to find out that your parents meant to transfer that secretary image. Unless it's your line of work~

[....It would be a lie to say Reim doesn't write some of this down. Not in a creepy way, but in a "genuine curiosity about other languages" way, since he has no frame of reference for names being written with characters that mean different things—he makes a note to ask to see this written out later, and everything. Look forward to it.

As in right now, because he's getting a list:]

First, I apologize for not being more sympathetic. Of course I understand what it is you're going through, as we must all be. Next time I will be more sensitive.

Second, I would have to meet you in person again to judge whether or not your name truly suits you like that. Perhaps you could show me how to write it down and I will understand. [do it punk]

Third, my whole family does not wear glasses.

Fourth, close, but not exactly. I should be employed as a personal valet, but obviously not here... Apparently, I am supposed to sell books.

No, no, please treat me normally without holding back. If you step on eggshells, I'll only get annoyed. No one knows about my family here, after all.

You're asking me to write my name for your own personal interest, aren't you? You asked for it in such a strange way that I actually want to humor you. Let's meet up for tea some time. You could even be my servant, if you want.

That would be a no.

[oh wait there's another text!!]

I am not going to be your servant, but tea is fine. And yes, I'm curious about how it's supposed to look, that's all.

Aww, that's too bad. Well, even if you're just my friend, you look like the sort that would do paperwork if anyone just left it sitting, so I'll use that to my advantage.

Why don't we have tea right now? I'll write my name for you.

[Mr. Fufufu would fit in perfectly with all of the other rich, lazy assholes Reim spends all his time with, so. While he can feel his blood pressure rising already, this seems fine...]

Don't leave paperwork lying around.

I suppose I can spare some time for tea now.

Don't worry~ I don't have any paperwork here, right now. Shall we meet somewhere? I'm not used to the layout, but I'm in the Medbay right now. ♪ Come rescue me.

Rescue you...?

[That had better be a turn of phrase, young man.]

Alright. Don't go anywhere.

Okay, okay.

[He can't even if he wanted to, right at this moment. They either needed some extra tests or Eichi passed out somewhere and ended up here, so there's some worried staff here or there... But he's going to use Reim to get out of here. Thanks bud.]

[Reim just thinks he's picking up some miscreant for tea, go easy on him... He knows his way back to the medbay, if nothing else, but when he gets there he still loiters nervously in the doorway before deciding it's safe to venture in and look around for Eichi, who Smiles Too Much.

He is completely oblivious to why the staff are worried, but not to the fact that they're worried in the first place, so he makes some vague overture to one of them about being a Concerned Acquaintance so he's allowed to actually go over to Eichi's bed or whatever. Hey.]

Did you fall ill...?

To put it more accurately, I've been ill since birth.

[Finally, his savior. He's been sitting up in bed, assuring staff that he's actually feeling quite well compared to normal, but they've been stubborn in getting readings, or this or that. It should be enough by now, so he slowly moves his legs over the side of the bed to stand up, detaching any medical equipment from himself like it's nothing.]

If I have someone like you with me, they'll be more trusting in letting me go, don't you think?

[Oh no, he's already picked up an Ill Boy. Reim considers Eichi, then looks away to consider the staff, at least one of whom is eyeing him and wondering, and if this is going to be his life now, then so be it.

He sighs, gesturing for Eichi to hold still for just another minute. He doesn't know anything about actual medicine, especially not future medicine, so just hang on.]

You may be right. However... are you certain you should be wandering around, if you're this ill?

[At least tell him about the mystery illness, if he's being put to task as the responsible adult.]

The Tenshouin family has a hereditary illness that holds no name. I've been told I only have a few months to live since I was born. In this weak body of mine, I have a heart that doesn't work properly, and lungs that will stop me if I try to push myself too hard. I am not coughing, so I'm actually feeling quite well compared to how I am usually.

I wasn't hospitalized at home, so you don't have to worry.

[He smiles through all of this, polite as ever. But after a pause, he laughs, tilting his head a bit.] Besides, if I'm going to die, I'd rather do it while doing something interesting and dye the floors of this spaceship with blood.

Shall we go?

[Ah, he's even more Ill than previously imagined. But Reim supposes tea won't kill him, and he can always badger him right back here himself if need be... He did come all this way.

But jesus christ what is this blood talk?? He did not sign up for that.]

Please don't be so graphic before tea. [He sighs again, stepping back so Eichi can get up. Alright...] Somehow, you've made me responsible for you anyway...

Fufu, have I? I don't know what you mean at all.

[Does he get the fufus yet. Well, Eichi can now dust off his clothes and move forward to exit this place.] Mr. Lunettes, was it? You're so tall, even with my own height, I'm shorter than you. It's more than just your age, isn't it? And you don't slouch at all. How wonderful.

As we walk, I'd love to hear what sort of tea you like.

[Barely... he won't make the connection until Later, when it's funnier. He's the chaperone now, so he'll dutifully keep up on the way out.

What is Eichi talking about...]

Any tea is fine, although I prefer black teas over other blends. Please pick something you enjoy, instead. [#manners....]

Hmm. Have you guessed how old I am, as well?

Hmm, your age? Let's see... You remind me of a childhood friend of mine, but your patience is more practiced. You must be the age of a teacher.

[He says that as if it's an answer. He has no idea what Reim's age is, okay.]

And how old is a teacher?

[Come on wise guy, thrill him. Now it's funny, because Eichi has no idea what he's talking about and Reim Knows.]

You're teasing me, asking for specifics like that, aren't you? That's surprisingly cute of you, fufu. ♪ The truth is, I can't tell your age at all. You have such a young face, I almost feel older than you myself.

Are you twenty? Or are you actually forty?

[He already wants to return this Ill Boy to the medbay, good grief.]

Twenty-six, actually. Don't feel like you have to talk about my "young face" again, please...

Hmm? Are you sensitive about it, Mr. Lunettes? Please don't take anything I say to heart. It's a strange and sudden situation we've been pulled into, after all, isn't it? Whether your face is young or riddled with stress lines and wrinkles, we're all here together. It hardly matters.

[That was supposed to be reassuring...] Besides, I'm a little envious. Twenty-six is an age I'll probably never reach.

[Why the fuck are you like this. Reim pauses and gives him a look, complete with a sternly raised eyebrow.]

Stop that. No one wants to hear about your illness every few minutes. Please contain that talk only to medical emergencies, and I will do my best to find someone who can help you. [Otherwise quit it, you're depressing and nobody likes that nonsense.]

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we're already doing this,

of course we are

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