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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[Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine, Czes.]

In that case, I suppose all that remains is to be as prepared as possible.

That's the best option, in my opinion. You can never be too careful out here in this place.

[Dryly:] Even if knowing for what, precisely, we are to be prepared is difficult.

True. The Malnosso sure like to surprise us with any number of things. I guess the best way to prepare is just to brace yourself for the wildest thing possible.

Given past experiments, I find myself at a loss to imagine what that might be. The Malnosso are nothing if not infinitely creative.

Tell me Miss, what's the craziest experiment you have been through here? I'm curious!

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.

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.

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.]

Do you remember what any of the horoscopes were?

[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.]

Are you sure no one had just moved Ms. Fenimore's furniture or put spiders in the shower as a prank?

[Ew, spiders though]

While I could believe someone could have moved the furniture [hi Norma], I would assume it would be very difficult to find a large quantity of poisonous spiders for a simple prank.

It's easier than you think, actually.

[She is raising an eyebrow so hard right now, Czes.]

Do you know this from experience?

I guess you could say that.

[Not that he's been the one to personally find the poisonous spiders. Fermet knew how]

[...Well now.]

Indeed? I hope there were no casualties.

Fatality is a better word for it.

[Kid, she does not like you.]

I see.

Were there?

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Just one!

I bet you can't guess who it was who died.

Presumably I cannot. Who was it?

Me.

[Hmm.]

...I suppose that is what one would call suffering the consequences of one's actions.

[It is fortunate his was the only one, as opposed to the victim of his "prank."]

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