I'm not gonna be using a picture of myself as my screensaver.
[ That's ... weird, okay. ]
I did take some pretty cool shots today though. I mean, I've got no way of actually developing this film but it felt good to do it. It felt kind of ... normal, like for a second I wasn't on some weird alien planet but back home.
And it's not dumb, it's — [ She rolls her wrist, waving her hand as she considers how to explain herself. ] Take it from me. As someone who's had her time reality-hopping through bizarro worlds one after another, you gotta do something that borderlines normalcy to keep yourself sane. At the time, I wrote out journal entries daily, just to pretend that it was just some ordinary occurrence in the back alleys of a New York neighborhood.
[ Until eventually, all the "weird" became her new normal, of course. ]
[ It's a compliment he's just going to not say anything about because it's kind of cute, and he's gonna do that thing where he's terrible at accepting a compliment but quietly treasure it.
He looks thoughtful though, his face a silhouette against the setting sun behind him. ]
Huh. [ She pauses, lips pursed for a moment as she actually considers. ]
I mean, technically, I've been keeping them since I was a kid. You know how it is at that age — gotta keep record of your heroics, making your life seem a thousand times bigger than it is. And then it did get big, and I just kept going. For a while. But ... guess it's been a while since I've done it. Haven't had anything to write in while I've been here.
We could look for something. [ Like, together. Peter thinks he might have seen a stall selling writing paraphernalia in the marketplace the last time he'd been there.
Not that he'd paid close attention to it or anything. ] Like a really cool notebook. Or a scroll? Do they use scrolls here?
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[ That's ... weird, okay. ]
I did take some pretty cool shots today though. I mean, I've got no way of actually developing this film but it felt good to do it. It felt kind of ... normal, like for a second I wasn't on some weird alien planet but back home.
Which, I guess, is kinda dumb.
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[ It's a compliment. Really! ]
And it's not dumb, it's — [ She rolls her wrist, waving her hand as she considers how to explain herself. ] Take it from me. As someone who's had her time reality-hopping through bizarro worlds one after another, you gotta do something that borderlines normalcy to keep yourself sane. At the time, I wrote out journal entries daily, just to pretend that it was just some ordinary occurrence in the back alleys of a New York neighborhood.
[ Until eventually, all the "weird" became her new normal, of course. ]
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He looks thoughtful though, his face a silhouette against the setting sun behind him. ]
How long did you do it? Keep a journal, I mean?
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I mean, technically, I've been keeping them since I was a kid. You know how it is at that age — gotta keep record of your heroics, making your life seem a thousand times bigger than it is. And then it did get big, and I just kept going. For a while. But ... guess it's been a while since I've done it. Haven't had anything to write in while I've been here.
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Not that he'd paid close attention to it or anything. ] Like a really cool notebook. Or a scroll? Do they use scrolls here?
You could go old-school.