dion

[discomfort]

he's an adult.....

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weekend 0, saturday

[discomfort]

[ owner nods at dion in the bathroom ]

[agamid]

[ OKAY ]

... Can I help you?

[discomfort]

We have yet to meet. Hello.

[ in the bathroom ]

[agamid]

Ah, of course. Forgive my rudeness.

[ awkwardly washes hands ]

I am Dion Lesage from Room 19. [ i hope that's the right number i'm too lazy to check ] And you are?

[discomfort]

I am Owner from 11. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dion-sama. I hope we can get along.

[ is dion using soap ]

How have you been adjusting?

[agamid]

[ YES HE IS USING SOAP

in the whitest accent imaginable, ] "Sama"...? Is a regional dialect?

[discomfort]

Ah... it is an honorific. A polite form of address.

[agamid]

I see. I've not heard such a term before.

[ clearly, he is so white. ]

If you'll pardon my neglect of your question a moment longer... Do you mean that your name is "Owner"?

[discomfort]

Yes, that is what I mean.

[ he is used to people questioning this by now ]

Is it strange?

[agamid]

I would think it more a title. [ o: ] But it is a lovely name, nevertheless.

[discomfort]

Thank you. I know it is unusual, since many have commented on it so far.

[ it's fine... at least he isn't getting fish racism thrown at him (rip sidon) ]

[agamid]

My apologies then, for contributing to that list, Sir Owner.

[ dries his hands... ]

To address your question then, I cannot complain of the accommodations, though I admit the technology is... more challenging to learn.

[discomfort]

It is, isn't it? I feel the same. I thought I was doing well before learning about new advances, but this?

[ he stares at the automatic hand dryer ]

Remarkable.

week 0, monday, observation deck

[agamid]

[ behold, a man gripping a blanket and thinking,

It is quite cold... ]

[discomfort]

Dion-sama...

I can bring you another blanket.

[agamid]

[ ah.

embarrassing. ]

Ah- Sir Owner. [ ... ] That's quite alright. I am capable of providing for myself.

[discomfort]

I apologize on the intrusion on your thoughts. Something... strange... is going on.

[ that's an understatement. ]

[agamid]

[ it is truly remarkable... ]

Have you yet made use of the simulation rooms?

[agamid]

... So it is. Have you been able to glean any information as to what?

[discomfort]

I have not, no. I wouldn't want to take the space away from others who wish to use it.

[discomfort]

I think it is the nanites...? They seem to cause all the annoyances.

[ there is a flicker of an emotion that is not annoyance though, but more like curiosity. ]

[agamid]

[ bottom behaviour ]

That is considerate of you, though there are plenty of rooms...

[agamid]

[ he's so confused ]

I've heard that term often now... And yet I still cannot grasp what it means.

[discomfort]

From what I understand, it is a type of technology that they inserted into us. For example, it is why our health was still able to be monitored even when we woke up and stepped out of those chambers. It is also why people's abilities have been nullified-- apparently the nanites see them as unnatural.

[ stupid ass nanites ]

[discomfort]

[ shut up ]

It's fine. Have you been using it?