And learning how to use it so you don't stay afraid of it is also normal. It's been proven to be safe, we all use it, and it's been beneficial to organization and rallying the community.
[Sorry Antigone, you've found the one guy who's never going to be on the side of "we should be afraid of things we don't understand."]
I'm gonna guess...that a lot of that stuff... the metal-workers, [slaves, but Knife's trying to be agreeable.] the network-stuff, Aurora... It's not far from whatever you'd call normal. Or at least close enough that it's comfortable to settle into.
Not even close. None of this is normal where I'm from.
[He takes out his earbud communicator, and holds it between two fingers.]
This is far beyond anything we have at home- and I helped develop instantaneous teleportation.
[He puts it back into his ear again.]
Networks, phones, computers... we don't have any of that. Most form of communication is by letter. Our "metal-workers" are uncoordinated novelties that can maybe play a song if oiled right.
There's gaps in my knowledge here too. I haven't seen a movie. I still don't know what "bluetooth" is. I took my first "antibiotics" like, two months ago. There's going to be discomfort in not knowing what you're doing but I'd rather be uncomfortable for a little while as I figure things out than be afraid of trying for the rest of my life.
[if Knife knew how to read, they'd be very certain none of those words were in the Bible. whatever the fuck that is. Antigone looks pained as more alien words get strung together, but like...what can they do about it? just drown, apparently. drown and be afraid.
unhappily:] Easy to say when people aren't giving you crap every second when nothing makes sense. [with resentment:] Folks here are so cozy and act like it, it's weird that I'd find it kind of insane, because it is! It's not my fault people got used to this funny...funny prison-thing! And it's not my fault I don't know half this junk! And getting told how I should just deal with it doesn't really inspire me to try, you know?!
[their forehead bumps the edge of the table with a dull thump, sighing.]
Jayce's coffee finally arrives, and he takes a sip of it, thinking how to navigate this. He understands frustration, he understands what it's like to try something a hundred thousand times and fail each time. What he found inspiration in was... obsession. Which is maybe not the most relatable topic for most people.
For someone who's afraid, what's the best way to get them out of their fear? Reduce it until it's small enough to conquer, maybe? Work someone up to multiplication by introducing addition first?]
Okay. Let's start another way. Did you always know how to talk?
[her head peeks up, but just to the eyes, which squint.
I don't know. I can't remember the day I was made. all those earliest days in the cell are hazy; time was indistinct, its passage seemingly only broken by the master's entry, dragging along some subject to demand to be molded, mimicked.
but that's Knife, not Antigone.
Shit, what are baby kitsunes like. I don't fucking know!]
Okay, I'll be honest, I was expecting a more straightforward "no" on that one. No baby knows how to talk. It's part of our development into society. We're taught the language of the person who raised us.
Let's try this: Do you think it's hard for a baby to learn how to talk?
Yeah, that's my point, I just got really into the simile of it.
Point is, you learned it at some point. I'm not expecting you to already know things you don't know. I'm not telling you to "deal with it" just to make it more convenient to me. You should try new things for you.
What the-- [she crumbles up and lobs the straw wrapper at him like a toddler.] What was vague about I don't like the metal slaves and the network creeps me out stuff, huh?! Clean out your ears!
[He waves away at his face after the little crumbled up paper ball hits him. He lines up the sugar packet like he aims to flick it at her-- but no, that's childish, he's not going to do that... yet.]
You "dunno" about when you learned how to talk? Listen, again, I'm not trying to chase down answers from you when you don't want to give them. But maybe there's a reason I'm not telling you something.
[she scoffs, indignant.] Can't trust anyone in this prison-city, I swear...
[any further comment is silenced when she sees plates being brought out, prompting her to climb back onto her feet to peer at the spread, her stomach overtaking any concerns of poison or such.
this may or may not be the first meal Knife has here at a table, considering most of their dining has been outside or under bridges, and their table manners will show that: aside from the pancakes being too hot to pick up just yet, this is a hands-to-mouth affair. Antigone may not be beating the childlike allegations with this, but she isn't of a mind to care in the current moment.]
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sounds horrid. how does it keep from everyone talking all at once!? it--HUH??
Antigone's head whips back to Jayce, eyes big, incredulous. Scared?! Me!] I'm not-! Y-! [well! y'know!
she ducks her head a little, sitting back down so her nose is almost level with the table.]
I've seen 'em get rough. I don't wanna mess with...with weird, metal slaves.
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her fingers grip the edge of the table, nails digging in a big.]
Slave-seeming enough for me to not like it. And I don't want them touching me. I don't like it.
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[This one's a bigger swing, but he thinks he has enough evidence to prove it, so...]
Kind of like how you're afraid of the network?
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defensively:] Being apprehensive of stuff you don't know is normal. [i'm normal!!!] It's safer to keep a distance.
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[Sorry Antigone, you've found the one guy who's never going to be on the side of "we should be afraid of things we don't understand."]
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I don't know if anything can be safely proven here, guy... I really don't know about that.
And anyway, I-- [beat.
engh...]
N-never mind. You can be right, if you want. [One more fucking thing I get to be stupid about. Yay.]
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[He's ready to engage in a further discussion about this, but then she trails off and gives up.]
... I'm not trying to be right for the sake of it. I'm... trying to assuage your doubts.
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[He takes out his earbud communicator, and holds it between two fingers.]
This is far beyond anything we have at home- and I helped develop instantaneous teleportation.
[He puts it back into his ear again.]
Networks, phones, computers... we don't have any of that. Most form of communication is by letter. Our "metal-workers" are uncoordinated novelties that can maybe play a song if oiled right.
There's gaps in my knowledge here too. I haven't seen a movie. I still don't know what "bluetooth" is. I took my first "antibiotics" like, two months ago. There's going to be discomfort in not knowing what you're doing but I'd rather be uncomfortable for a little while as I figure things out than be afraid of trying for the rest of my life.
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unhappily:] Easy to say when people aren't giving you crap every second when nothing makes sense. [with resentment:] Folks here are so cozy and act like it, it's weird that I'd find it kind of insane, because it is! It's not my fault people got used to this funny...funny prison-thing! And it's not my fault I don't know half this junk! And getting told how I should just deal with it doesn't really inspire me to try, you know?!
[their forehead bumps the edge of the table with a dull thump, sighing.]
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Jayce's coffee finally arrives, and he takes a sip of it, thinking how to navigate this. He understands frustration, he understands what it's like to try something a hundred thousand times and fail each time. What he found inspiration in was... obsession. Which is maybe not the most relatable topic for most people.
For someone who's afraid, what's the best way to get them out of their fear? Reduce it until it's small enough to conquer, maybe? Work someone up to multiplication by introducing addition first?]
Okay. Let's start another way. Did you always know how to talk?
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I don't know. I can't remember the day I was made. all those earliest days in the cell are hazy; time was indistinct, its passage seemingly only broken by the master's entry, dragging along some subject to demand to be molded, mimicked.
but that's Knife, not Antigone.
Shit, what are baby kitsunes like. I don't fucking know!]
I dunno.
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Let's try this: Do you think it's hard for a baby to learn how to talk?
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I dunno. I never met a baby. [...
wait that's stupid, normal people have interacted with babies.]
That is-- I...I don't keep company with them. To know that. But you're getting at the whole...starting from zero thing either way, aren't you.
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Point is, you learned it at some point. I'm not expecting you to already know things you don't know. I'm not telling you to "deal with it" just to make it more convenient to me. You should try new things for you.
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...Why would you want that just for me? [what's in it for him? that's how this shit works, they're sure.]
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I want that for everyone.
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they grab for the bendy-straw again for fiddling with, flopping back on the seat.]
So that's what you were busy with instead of getting answers? Tutoring?
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Funny you should think that.]No. I've been doing research into...
[He's supposed to keep this sort of info closer to his chest now, after the near fallout he caused.]
...some things.
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BOY IF THEY COULD WEDGIE U AND SHOVE U IN A LOCKER THEY WOULD!!!there's a quiet, judging pause as Antigone stares at him with quiet, judging eyes.
after a beat, the only sound made is the funny noise the bendy part of the bendy straw makes.
another beat.]
Some things.
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Oh, so you're the only one who gets to have mysterious vague answers?
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You "dunno" about when you learned how to talk? Listen, again, I'm not trying to chase down answers from you when you don't want to give them. But maybe there's a reason I'm not telling you something.
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[any further comment is silenced when she sees plates being brought out, prompting her to climb back onto her feet to peer at the spread, her stomach overtaking any concerns of poison or such.
this may or may not be the first meal Knife has here at a table, considering most of their dining has been outside or under bridges, and their table manners will show that: aside from the pancakes being too hot to pick up just yet, this is a hands-to-mouth affair. Antigone may not be beating the childlike allegations with this, but she isn't of a mind to care in the current moment.]
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ty for good thread c''':
yes!! it was fun!! thank you for sharing your drawings!! 🥹