devourthemfirst | Second Misfortune

[After a short trip to the grocery store, Czes comes back to the fifth floor of building seven and sets out the box of spaghetti and can of tomato sauce out on the counter. Despite how Firo made him paranoid about eating the food here, the kid has to eat something.

So as he puts a pot of water on the stove for himself then sits down at a near by table. He stares out the kitchen window for a few minutes, watching the storm outside when boredom strikes him and he pulls out his journal]

You know, it's strange. To think that a lot of us are from 'Earth' and yet they're not the same 'Earth' that each of us are familiar with. For example, someone could be from... I don't know, let's say Tokyo since a bunch of you appear to be from Japan, but it won't be the same Tokyo you know. In some way, it'll be different.

Things never happened the way one person knows it did in their version of Tokyo.

What would that be called again... parallel universes, right?

[He places some of the spaghetti into the pot of boiling water and turns down the stove a little]

So do you think that there might be like... another version of us on our different versions of 'Earth'? It's kind of exciting to think about actually. They'd have different memories, friends and maybe family...

I wonder what would happen if we ran into our other selves on this trip the Malnosso were talking about.

Would the universe just go BOOM? [He throws his hands into the air then chuckles a bit to himself]

Well, it was just a thought. [ ... ] What would you do if you could meet another version of yourself? Would you envy them for having a different life--for being set on a different path?

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What makes you say that?

It's just my luck, you see. [And he has the worst luck ever]

[a nod.]

Yes, that's correct! It is a part of my job, after all.

It is difficult to say--there have certainly been a number of odd experiments. The experiment with the horoscopes, for one, had very strange effects with seemingly no purpose.

What is luck but chance and coincidence?

What is your job then?

[He was going to say chef but he only said cooking was part of it]

Then there is quite a long line of strange coincidences following me around.

Horoscopes experiment? Would you mind telling me more about this one?

A number of the residents here were given highly odd predictions that nevertheless came true. I did not receive any myself, but a number of my friends did.

In that case, you must be truly unfortunate. I suppose wishing you good luck would be considered pointless?

[Well he may be a chef at Seventh Heaven now...]

Oh, at home, I'm Milady's butler. So I have to do a lot of cooking at her home.

You're a butler? [ ...Huh.] I never would've guessed, to be honest.

Pretty much, unfortunately!

Gee, that sounds like it would be really weird! I'm not sure if I would have wanted to experience that.

It was a particularly strange experiment, yes. Fortunately, the effects were largely harmless.

[Though not entirely--she still remembers how upset Ceodore was by his horoscopes.]

Well, then. May fortune not frown on you too heavily.

Ahaha, yes, that's correct.. It seems like a lot of people wouldn't have guessed that, really. I guess that is understandable though.

I guess it's because you're not in a suit or have gray hair. [Grin]

Hmm... Well thank you kindly, Mister.

Do you remember what any of the horoscopes were?

Joshua. And you are?

[She's silent for some time. It takes a while for her to sort through her memories from when she was under the seal; her perspective is generally...skewed.

Eventually, she says:] Fenimore had one that told her all her furniture had been moved. And I believe Cecil's had to do with finding spiders in the shower.

[That poor man.]

To be honest, most of the butlers I know don't have gray hair, so... [Well. Klaus does. But he doesn't matter.]

Well isn't that what you picture a butler to look like?? I mean I've seen plenty of guys in black tuxes and those big white mustaches!!

[He turns to Hayate and puts his index finger under his nose to make it look like a mustache]

Benjamin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Joshua.

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