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Oswin Oswald ([personal profile] souffle_girlek) wrote2015-01-14 08:06 pm

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Oswin has a routine. A routine is good - it keeps her from having to think too much, and right now, thinking too much is a problem.

Right now, in her routine, it's time to make tea.

Involved tea. The most elaborate, time-consuming tea making she can devise.

Bother.

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a big work animal," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "Like a horse--which are terrifying--or a cow. Traditionally it pulled plows--which is a... something to help dig up the dirt in a farm. Ox is the singular, oxen is plural--Oswin! If you hit another rock, we'll have nothing left."
herr_bookman: (glasses)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I wouldn't be," Autor says, adjusting his glasses. "Even though I'd be an immigrant to America at that time, in this scenario I'm male, I'm not black, and I'm able-bodied, too, so I technically have rights that even you women don't. Like voting. And I vote that no one gets sold."

The boy wonders if he has put his foot in his mouth. He continues talking around it, having clearly not learned his lesson. "Granted, I might work myself to an early grave trying to keep everyone alive, which might be the same thing. Hmm. I wonder if I immigrated to avoid conscription?"
herr_bookman: (glasses)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Autor glances away from her, focusing on the game. He wraps his arm around his knees.

"Conscription... is when countries require compulsory military service for men of a certain age," the boy says, adjusting his glasses again. "In Germany, where I'm from, it's from seventeen to thirty-five. They pay you a pittance, but provide food and shelter and a uniform. They teach you how to fire guns, and maintain a front line, and in general prepare you to be ready in case a war breaks out."
herr_bookman: (glasses)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles a little. "No, I'll be drafted. I'm male and able-bodied, remember? And I'm the right age," he says, and rests his chin on his knees. "I told you I'd worry about handling firearms when I had to."

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Autor's a bit startled when she hugs him, but he wraps his arms around hers. "I... might be moving to Milliways before then. I'm not sure," he says, blinking as he embraces her back. "It's okay! I'll be all right."

He wonders if he should continue lying to her. If he should tell her everything. But that might make her worry more, and he's planning to take care of the situation. There's no need to make her worry.

"You sunk the wagon."
herr_bookman: (lean)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-16 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
"We were so close, too," Autor says, and cups her cheek. He leans forward to kiss her forehead, and then draws back with a small smile. "I'm sorry I made you worry. But thank you for the game."