Feb. 29, 2008
SeekerofDreams
Aspiring Farmer
- Location
- Selphia
It's obvious, when you think about it, that there's a lot you don't know, even about your own life. Things that people talk about which you don't immediately understand, and can only hope to one day gain the context to figure it out.
Or not, in some cases. Because some things really don't need to be pulled out again.
You're fine with that, for the most part. The world is a strange and wonderful place, and you don't even know all that much about your own place in it. But when other people know more about your life than you do, and never say anything about it, there's a problem. Even if they have a good reason, the least they could do is promise to explain once you're old enough to understand.
If it's possible to understand these things. You're not too sure about that point anymore. The point is, this state of a lack of pertinent information should be acknowledged as ideally being temporary.
It's not. In fact, nobody has even acknowledged that this state of affairs exists, aside from yourself. And this must be corrected.
Please don't blow this out of proportion. Nothing major, no attracting attention, nothing to make them think we're anything but what you appear to be.
Not that you can go and say anything flat-out, of course. Adults don't pay attention to you, and while this suits you just fine while you're doing things like sneaking out during Dark Hour or smuggling in a makeshift weapon, it's not so good when it comes to gathering information the conventional way.
...Though, that isn't to say that it doesn't have any benefits to gathering information at all! Actually, so long as you stay out of sight, it should be easy enough to let yourself be overlooked.
It'll be like a spy movie. But instead of a secret agency, you're a future member of a monster-hunting task force. Same basic thing, right?
...Give it a few years.
Mind set, you decide that the best thing for you to do would be to stake out the phone. After all, that's where you heard the dorm mother talking about you to... whoever it was, so if they call again, that's the best place to be to listen in. And it's relatively close to the couch, so you can pretend to have fallen asleep there and nobody will ever suspect anything. Perfect!
...Okay, so it turns out that idea is only perfect for as long as you don't actually fall asleep. You're not sure how much later it is now, but just about all the other kids are now back from... wherever they go during the day.
You worry about Kirijo-san, but honestly, you don't have the best grip of kids your age, either. And the show they've turned on is really loud and obnoxious, so now you're questioning whether this idea was worth it in the first place.
The phone rings. The dorm mother answers, but leaves the general area of the television to be able to participate in the call. And the other children seem to be amazed at you being there- one of the fourth graders expressing surprise at the fact that you actually exist.
...You think you should maybe spend some more time in the general dorm area. Even if, at this time next week, most of them will have left for spring break. At the very least, from this day forward, you decide that anyone you live with should at least be fully aware of your existence.
Well, the parts of it you can share, anyway. You don't think they need to know what happens at night. You only know because you happen to be a rare exception from the general rule of 'be a coffin', and you're still not entirely sure that's a good thing.
The call, whether it's about you or something else, is still going on. But the other kids would probably notice if you left.
...You don't think secret agents usually have to deal with this dilemma. Maybe. You don't actually know any, after all. But it sounds about right.
[ ] It's worth the risk. Go. Be a spy. (+Courage)
[ ] It's not worth it. Stay here for a while.
[ ] ...You know what? You're still sleepy. You're going to bed.
Or not, in some cases. Because some things really don't need to be pulled out again.
You're fine with that, for the most part. The world is a strange and wonderful place, and you don't even know all that much about your own place in it. But when other people know more about your life than you do, and never say anything about it, there's a problem. Even if they have a good reason, the least they could do is promise to explain once you're old enough to understand.
If it's possible to understand these things. You're not too sure about that point anymore. The point is, this state of a lack of pertinent information should be acknowledged as ideally being temporary.
It's not. In fact, nobody has even acknowledged that this state of affairs exists, aside from yourself. And this must be corrected.
Please don't blow this out of proportion. Nothing major, no attracting attention, nothing to make them think we're anything but what you appear to be.
Not that you can go and say anything flat-out, of course. Adults don't pay attention to you, and while this suits you just fine while you're doing things like sneaking out during Dark Hour or smuggling in a makeshift weapon, it's not so good when it comes to gathering information the conventional way.
...Though, that isn't to say that it doesn't have any benefits to gathering information at all! Actually, so long as you stay out of sight, it should be easy enough to let yourself be overlooked.
It'll be like a spy movie. But instead of a secret agency, you're a future member of a monster-hunting task force. Same basic thing, right?
...Give it a few years.
Mind set, you decide that the best thing for you to do would be to stake out the phone. After all, that's where you heard the dorm mother talking about you to... whoever it was, so if they call again, that's the best place to be to listen in. And it's relatively close to the couch, so you can pretend to have fallen asleep there and nobody will ever suspect anything. Perfect!
...Okay, so it turns out that idea is only perfect for as long as you don't actually fall asleep. You're not sure how much later it is now, but just about all the other kids are now back from... wherever they go during the day.
You worry about Kirijo-san, but honestly, you don't have the best grip of kids your age, either. And the show they've turned on is really loud and obnoxious, so now you're questioning whether this idea was worth it in the first place.
The phone rings. The dorm mother answers, but leaves the general area of the television to be able to participate in the call. And the other children seem to be amazed at you being there- one of the fourth graders expressing surprise at the fact that you actually exist.
...You think you should maybe spend some more time in the general dorm area. Even if, at this time next week, most of them will have left for spring break. At the very least, from this day forward, you decide that anyone you live with should at least be fully aware of your existence.
Well, the parts of it you can share, anyway. You don't think they need to know what happens at night. You only know because you happen to be a rare exception from the general rule of 'be a coffin', and you're still not entirely sure that's a good thing.
The call, whether it's about you or something else, is still going on. But the other kids would probably notice if you left.
...You don't think secret agents usually have to deal with this dilemma. Maybe. You don't actually know any, after all. But it sounds about right.
[ ] It's worth the risk. Go. Be a spy. (+Courage)
[ ] It's not worth it. Stay here for a while.
[ ] ...You know what? You're still sleepy. You're going to bed.
