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Sparky Repairs, Late Friday/Early Saturday

John walks Rosette through the front door, after unlocking it and giving the high sign to Register.

In the back room (the one next to the still) is a couchbed and a tv with a stack of movies.

"I had fun."

Becasue his suitjacket was around a certain nun, he grabs a blanket and curls up a bit on the couchbed.

If they're lucky, no one will wake them up early, since they're waaaay in the back. Emo stands guard while Goth is busy designing hoodies for dingbots.

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She stuck her tongue out back. "Only one way to find out, right? And if it looks terrible, well, then, I'll have to take my signmaking needs elsewhere, and we have proved you worthless."

"HEy, I never signed up for signmaking duties. There's gotta be someone on this rock who can paint inside the lines. Speaking of somewhere on this rock... any luck with your map thing?"

Rosette let out a groan and slumped, leaning against the back of the couch. "No. I've figured out that it did belong to whoever had that study down there, but beyond that, nothin'. I don't know who this guy was, but, good Lord, he had the worst taste in books ever. I've never read such boring stuff in my life, not even in catacysm..."

"WHat kinda books? Are they in English or in Random Obscure Language That Only Monks KNow?"

"English," she said, with a sigh. "But we need something on the Random Obscure Language That Only Monks Know, because that's what's on the map."

"Great. We'll just take it down to the translat--shitballs, Giles!"

Blink,blink. Rosette stared at John, being quite convinced that he'd suddenly been struck with an infliction that made him able to speak Random Obscure Language that Only Monks Know.

"Dude, we totally forgot about Giles!" He leaps off the couch, wrapping the throw around him sorta capelike.

"He's the librarian dude in town. He'd know. Or maybe there's something in the school library, something that'll translate it."

Okay, it was hard not to be excited about such a dramatic gesture. She leaned forward, hands clasped in front of her excitedly. "Librarian dude, yay! And, of course, the library at the school! You'll look into it for me, then?"

"TOtally will. But you've got the only map. I'll need a copy of it. ....what if it's got heat sensitive ink? DIssaperaing ink? or imprints? This is complicated."

"It shouldn't be too difficult to make a copy; Chrono's good at tedious stuff like that, maybe he'll help? When you're an immortal demon, you don't really mind doing stuff that takes forever."

"He's a wha?" John's enthusiasm just pulled over, hazards on.

Rosette arched an eyebrow at him. "He's a dem--- Oh my God, you didn't know that?"

There was flailing. Oh, yes, there was flailing.

"I Don't know shit about shit! Half the damn people on this island are from the future, the past, part demon, were-chickens, or freakin' spellcasters! There's robot peoples and shapeshifters here! ~~My real name is FLaily McFLailFlail of the Scottish McFlaillands!~~"

John flailed.

"So then why're ya freakin' out?" She threw a couch pillow at him.

"BEcause I don't know! I don't know who's not human, who's got that special something tucked back, just waiting for it to spring out!"

He collapsed back on the couch, the thrown pillow clutched over his stomach.

"I'm just tired of all the yo-yo-ing. It's like this island is a puzzle or something, or a scavenger hunt, with random clues. I dunno. It's just, every time I think things are normal, they're not."

Rosette blinked, watching him for a moment after considering the sudden burst. She didn't know quite what to say, really, not at first.

"But...you were just really excited over the puzzle of the treasure map a few moments ago. So what makes that scavenger hunt with random clues any different?"

"Because people aren't puzzles. Or at least, they shouldn't be. We're not cyphers on a sheet, or the downed tree that you're supposed to make a left at. We're people, Rosette."

Again, she considered John and his words for a long, quiet, thoughtful moment. Part of her was really surprised by the insight, the way that, suddenly, they seemed to be in this little mire of seriousness, this moment of recognition of something deeper, meaningful...

...she was so not drunk enough for this. She didn't know what to say in response to things like this! Sure, if someone came to her in the church looking for guidance over something like this, she could bullshit some response about God and life and what have you that would do the job just fine and might even make a little bit of sense.

But this wasn't the church...

She didn't know what to say. But she did reach out and gently take John's hand, tried to give it an encouraging squeeze.

"Like you've never tossed out a code just to keep something from being deciphered, I'm sure," she said softly, with a soft smile.

"Rosey McNun, I am a cypher. And I hate it. I hate it." He squeezes her hand.

Rosette gulped ~~down the urge to shoot him in the foot for calling her any other variation of Rosette other than the right one~~. "What do you mean?"

John sighed. "In the future, I send someone back in time to protect me. That man becomes my father. God, this soudns like such crap, every time I say it." He sighs.

"In the future, we give access to teh nukes to the computers. The computers become sentient, and nuke us humans. I stop 'em. Soemhow."

Rosette frowned, deeply, worried. "Nukes? Computers?" She lowered her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed and useless. "Sorry. I have enough trouble trying to get to know all new things in this future, much less one beyond this one..."

"Wait, you're not here from now-ish?"

"Oh, come on. You didn't think I was clueless about so many things because just because I was clueless, did you?"

She gulped, her voice taking on a worried tone. "You didn't, did you?"

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