[voice] → "Eagerly I wished the morrow."

[bookworldly]

[Thursday's shoes have scarcely disturbed the soil of Luceti since its most recent Shifts. Her accustomed jogs around the grounds have wound down. She has not found herself out at the fringes of the forest or stood staring down streams. Her name has not lingered either on the library's ledgers or its logs for countless days

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[ voice ]

[folkloristic]

[ He'd get into the someone but it's far too painful to speak to a stranger about. So...something else, a place, sounds nice. ] Mm. It's old and the stones used to make it are weathered with time. The wind goes through it in such a way that makes it sound like its breathing almost. It's been in my family for several generations and it's my home back in my world. Ah, right, it's a castle actually and on some days you can smell the blend of fresh tea and incense mixing together.

[bookworldly]

[The suspense is irritating - it doesn't suit her purpose - but Thursday can feel her mind trying to puzzle out the details in spite of herself. Some kind of monolith, maybe? An ancient artifact? A ruin? Yes, a castle, she can picture it -- but the smell of tea and incense catches her off guard. She does the mental equivalent of a double-take.]

So it's occupied?

[folkloristic]

Oh yes very occupied! Students from all around the globe and from lots of different backgrounds go to it. [ A hum. ]

The school hasn't been this busy since a family friend ran it in the nineteen eighties, actually. But I couldn't just leave it closed, you know? It'd be a shame if it went unused...and it-it does it's job well enough.

[bookworldly]

Then you run the school?

[A pause. Somehow she hadn't anticipated that the Malnosso would seek to gather average people to Luceti - ordinary people with normal jobs. Almost everyone else who she has spoken to here has had some element of the 'other' about them.]

I don't think I can draw an entire school from someone else's memories... But perhaps if you could remember a certain place within the school. A classroom maybe, or a quad.

[hippocraticly]

[ "Joanna" is McCoy's answer but talking about his daughter to Thursday seems like such a cold thing to do after their last conversation before the experiment. so, he goes for the next best thing. ]

Grandpa's farm.

[bookworldly]

[A smile tugs on the edges of Thursday's lips. A family farm - this gives her a lot to work with. She could draw an open field or a single pig, a barn or a rearing stallion...or could she?]

I might need a little more than that. I'm not sure I can quite imagine a space-farm.

[hippocraticly]

[ why does everyone always fix the word "space" to things when they speak to him? he (grudgingly) works in space -- that's it! however, he'll avoid saying this to her and gives her the detail that she wants instead. ]

There's nothing spacey about it. It just looks like your typical country farm: sunny days, winding dirt roads, horses grazing in the field, plenty of trees -- hell, pops even had one of those old tractors in the back of the barn.

[bookworldly]

[Thursday likes to think that her approach to Luceti has been fairly open minded: She'd scarcely batted an eyelid at the fuzzy blue demon boy, and she took to being a doe rather well - didn't she? When it comes to Dr. McCoy, however? She is beginning to feel that should ground her perspective a little. Start making assumptions.]

Could you describe the barn to me? What color were the walls? Did it lock with a padlock or a plank over the front?

[She pauses here for a moment, fearing that she might overwhelm him otherwise. She's imagining the barn even as she asks these questions, though, and soon another clarification comes to mind.]

Was it maintained well, or was it showing signs of age?