...it just happens...look, it just does. Long stories, and I'm not sure how to even begin.
[Erin sighs, exasperated]
Things just happen! For example, just to remember an incident...
Ten years ago my sister got murdered, some old guy used necromancy on her, and she was around as a sapient zombie for a few days, got an old room and then a job as some guy's secretary for very shady illegal commerce operations, but she started to lose her mind because she was a necromanced zombie, and then in a golf trip she bit into her boss' brain and then she got struck by lightning while madly trying to drive away in the golf cart, and that lightning strike revived her.
I have... many questions, but I think asking them won't help me understand the logic here regardless. There's a sapient dog, a red horned woman, and a man who appears to be made of metal with us.
[ So. For his own sanity, maybe he should just accept that lightning turned a zombie into... a normal woman? If he's understanding this right? ]
Yeah, they're fine. My sister just keeps trucking on despite losing that job, and her boss apparently only got the 90% of the brain you don't use eaten, so he still is exactly as normal.
[Erin, the 'you only use 10% of your brain' is a myth, but alright. Important thing is that both survived that arc]
Knowing the things I have seen and lived through, I kinda expect this Scawwy place to turn out weirder than it already is. For your sake better hope it doesn't.
[It's bad if Scawwy takes such wacky shape it could be an arc of her canon, and knowing what I know of Fear and Hunger, it also is bad if it takes shape of happenings of Daan's canon.
[ So she lives out of spite. That's hilarious. Daan looks like he's torn between feeling vaguely amused and not. Distracted by her actually complimenting him though. He looks like he really didn't expect it? ]
...Thanks. Might be the bare minimum here, but we all have to start somewhere.
It's my town's newspaper. Always stuck in the fight of having to deal with the modern digital era. The internet, the TV, the resurgence of idle gossip...fearsome foes, all those.
By now it's not even every home, it's every person. Sure makes it easier to spread things all over the place -- and printed things like a newspaper won't do great unless they reinvent themselves. That's what my job, I'm the spirit of change and the new age. They should make me a statue to commemorate my efforts.
[She's all for messing with the status quo, and the editor who used to be before her kept things incredibly dull and samey for twenty years, so Erin is doing what she does best and causing major upheavals]
Year is 2018. You'd be like a little lost lamb if you saw the modern era.
[erin dont be mean to the sad man -- but at least she is teasing instead of being truly meanhearted]
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[ That's crazy. When people come back from the dead in his world, it's always in some fucked up way. Necromancy, for example! ]
How did you get caught in a situation like that...?
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[Erin sighs, exasperated]
Things just happen! For example, just to remember an incident...
Ten years ago my sister got murdered, some old guy used necromancy on her, and she was around as a sapient zombie for a few days, got an old room and then a job as some guy's secretary for very shady illegal commerce operations, but she started to lose her mind because she was a necromanced zombie, and then in a golf trip she bit into her boss' brain and then she got struck by lightning while madly trying to drive away in the golf cart, and that lightning strike revived her.
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[Her canon's happenings are so crazy when she puts them like this]
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I have... many questions, but I think asking them won't help me understand the logic here regardless. There's a sapient dog, a red horned woman, and a man who appears to be made of metal with us.
[ So. For his own sanity, maybe he should just accept that lightning turned a zombie into... a normal woman? If he's understanding this right? ]
...Were they both alright?
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Yeah, they're fine. My sister just keeps trucking on despite losing that job, and her boss apparently only got the 90% of the brain you don't use eaten, so he still is exactly as normal.
[Erin, the 'you only use 10% of your brain' is a myth, but alright. Important thing is that both survived that arc]
Knowing the things I have seen and lived through, I kinda expect this Scawwy place to turn out weirder than it already is. For your sake better hope it doesn't.
[It's bad if Scawwy takes such wacky shape it could be an arc of her canon, and knowing what I know of Fear and Hunger, it also is bad if it takes shape of happenings of Daan's canon.
Odds are, these two are doomed, haha]
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He looks a bit taken aback at 'for YOUR sake', but he says nothing. ]
...The expectation for normalcy is low, huh.
Still... you seem to be handling it rather well, Ms. Winters.
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[She's definitely the sort to use anger as her way of handling the trials and tribulations life throws at her]
You...you're doing nicely too, really. You've kept your wits. That's strength.
[There, a compliment!]
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...Thanks. Might be the bare minimum here, but we all have to start somewhere.
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Eh, most people break under pressure. Take the compliment and run with it, I don't throw those often.
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[ It's funny. She reminds him of someone a bit, this attitude of hers. ]
What do you do normally, Ms. Winters?
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[Journalism, hell yeah]
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[ Tacklefield Cormorant... cute. ]
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So a journalist.
[ There's a bit of thoughtfulness there, but vague. ]
Guess the profession itself invites a certain kind of person... or is it that that kind of mentality is needed for the job to begin with?
[ He shakes his head a little. ]
What's the "internet"?
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Oh you didn't just ask that...
[How to explain this to someone who doesn't know the internet. Why do so many of you have to come from like the Stone Age, she thinks to herself]
You know what a radio is? Imagine everybody has a radio and through it they can share all kind of things. Something like that.
[Incredibly simplified! She's dearly hoping Daan knows what a radio is]
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If it helps you, the year is 1942.
[ He's learned some of you are from insane years like 2205. He doesn't know what to expect of anything. ]
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[She's all for messing with the status quo, and the editor who used to be before her kept things incredibly dull and samey for twenty years, so Erin is doing what she does best and causing major upheavals]
Year is 2018. You'd be like a little lost lamb if you saw the modern era.
[erin dont be mean to the sad man -- but at least she is teasing instead of being truly meanhearted]
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I seem to be doing just fine in this weird world, so why not another.
[ Somewhat flatly. ]
May you get the recognition you deserve then, for your groundbreaking efforts. What exactly do you cover?
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Then when something big and unusual and probably paranormal happens, I plaster it all over the front page.
[Which happens way too often for a sane life, yet too rarely for a newspaper's existence. Erin is trapped in that paradoxical situation]
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Paranormal things happen often there? I guess it must, since you believe in it all... that's rare for a journalist in my world.