[r8] talking head: gustave

[loveauthority]

[ Gustave is led to a quiet room within the resort with a pair of hammocks to suit the scene, and upon one of them is where the overseer sits. She beams, shuffling her cards in hand (she will not use these), and motions for Gustave to take a seat already!!!

This is the Talking Heads room, and there are cameras. Prepare to loosen those lips! ]

Comments

[makeine]

[ it always hurts to talk about the people you miss. anna... hasn't lost anyone herself that way, not yet, and she's thankful for it -- but she thinks of lemon and her grandmother, of her own, of will and the dangers that still lie in euchronia...

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ugh!!! she's still so mad at him!!! ]

Sounds like a fancy cheese. But I'm guessing... it's not?

[9999]

[ that gets him to smile, at least, though it's a bitter one. ]

No... I wish. [ #french #mycheese ] In my home, you only live for so many years before you disappear, and the terminal number ticks down every year. If you're that age when the number changes, you're erased - gommaged. It dropped to 33 this year, and she was 33 that day, so... that was it.

[makeine]

[ ...

yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

So, like... when it hits those single digits, your future's pretty much done?

[ the children are it, after all. would kind of... wipe out a lot of potential. and what happens if it hits zero? does it just-- stop? can people live normally again? so many questions. ]

wdym it's been 3 days

[9999]

[ thinking about it puts a little pit in his stomach; he nods, albeit stiffly. ]

We just have to stop it before that happens.

[ he doesn't want to imagine a future full of children who can hardly care for themselves, helpless and alone and dying from a threat they can't even comprehend - he unconsciously grips his hands into fists. ]