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[With Naruto MIA (and if he's being experimented on, he hopes his pal fries the Rogues good in the process), Shikamaru can't afford to cut out at the convenience store, much as he wants to. He takes the morning shift, debating whether he should look into hiring more people again, before finding his journal returned to him halfway in.
Yeah, returned. Don't ask. ...it got eaten, okay. Don't ask.
Later in the day, when he's off, he decides to mark the occasion.]
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Congratulations, Luceti. As of today, it's been a year since TERRACE, and so a year since this village's seen a draft. They've been happening less and less frequently, but that's a record even for us. [Which is a good thing, if you can't tell from how pleased he sounds.]
Speaking about misconceptions... Let's play a game. Pretend I'm a New Feather here, freshly arrived and working on the half-naked problem. A couple dozen people have explained the thing about the wings, don't worry, but I still have no idea how I got here, or where 'here' is.
How do you explain the situation? What's the first thing you tell me about the world, or the Malnosso? If you don't feel comfortable saying it on the journals, you can find me at the playground if you want to say it in person. Any of you who've been here for less than two years, I'd be interested in your response especially.
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[True to his word, Shikamaru will be at the playground all afternoon, hogging the roundabout while school's still in session and begrudgingly giving it up when the kids are out for a spot in the sand. He'll have his journal and a separate notepad with him, scribbling in both.
When the sun goes down, he'll hang out for a little while longer for latecomers before calling it a day and going to the bar. He has no intention of getting sloshed, but he'll stick around long enough to have some fun and knock back more than a few.]
Yeah, returned. Don't ask. ...it got eaten, okay. Don't ask.
Later in the day, when he's off, he decides to mark the occasion.]
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Congratulations, Luceti. As of today, it's been a year since TERRACE, and so a year since this village's seen a draft. They've been happening less and less frequently, but that's a record even for us. [Which is a good thing, if you can't tell from how pleased he sounds.]
Speaking about misconceptions... Let's play a game. Pretend I'm a New Feather here, freshly arrived and working on the half-naked problem. A couple dozen people have explained the thing about the wings, don't worry, but I still have no idea how I got here, or where 'here' is.
How do you explain the situation? What's the first thing you tell me about the world, or the Malnosso? If you don't feel comfortable saying it on the journals, you can find me at the playground if you want to say it in person. Any of you who've been here for less than two years, I'd be interested in your response especially.
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[True to his word, Shikamaru will be at the playground all afternoon, hogging the roundabout while school's still in session and begrudgingly giving it up when the kids are out for a spot in the sand. He'll have his journal and a separate notepad with him, scribbling in both.
When the sun goes down, he'll hang out for a little while longer for latecomers before calling it a day and going to the bar. He has no intention of getting sloshed, but he'll stick around long enough to have some fun and knock back more than a few.]
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The first thing I explain, after the initial check to see that a newcomer is well is that the world brings people here, from a different reality. It's not their world, and that we're put here by a group called the Malnosso. They're scientists, and they're able to use a form of magic/technology known as Shifting.
Do I have the right of it, Shikamaru? That's how it was explained to me.
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Maybe. Elaborate on the Malnosso's role in putting us here, if you don't mind.
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The reason I give is to protect us from the Third Party, which is an outside force rather like a death cult, they want to kill all life on the planet. The enclosures are meant to protect us from them and the natural Shifts present on the planet. And yes, the Malnosso are the ones who put us here, though we might arrive elsewhere on the planet.
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Why did this come up?
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Have you noticed a lot of misinformation?
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There's a lot to cover. You'll have to give me time to compile the data if you want something thorough.
But if you want the gist of it, they're a splinter cell within the Malnosso. Your average worker in the Organization don't even exist, or know what they do to us. Even someone with higher security clearance like Davis didn't know. The only one I've talked to so far who knew what I was talking about was CJ.
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Is it something we should even discuss via this network? Should I just come to you?
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Do you know who the current CEO is? I understand that Catherine is gone.
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