Greetings, Voidtrecker Express, I'll be troubling you.
( in his various complaints over the time since, there are the usuals: a cold pool, please, a bathing carriage, some amusement over the scaffolding in the greenhouse, the complaint of any day he gets a candy he doesn't like, the noting the candy didn't suck on days where he thought it wasn't terrible, ongoing statements that interior spaces could use expanding beyond boundaries, he's seen it on the moving pictures now, how can he order something that does that?
concerning the world of unstable gods, he speaks little, other than to complain that it's tiring having all these other cultures they're supposed to 'assist' when none of them know enough to do anything helpful so much as make it worse. he looks drained that day, and the days following.
then statements about the cruelties, in specifics, from the worlds visited during the horrific shove back to homes, those willing and those less so. he mentions that no one had anywhere to relieve themselves on the platforms, no means of eating there either, and what nonsense that had been -- and how he'd thrown a full tornado, hurricane, whatever it was, at the Voidtrecker Express, and it hadn't even noticed. it had left them all and not even noticed.
complaints of: sending messages out, one way, back to worlds, or to worlds of those like us, those who've left. maybe. if it's lost all track of those tethers, are they fully broken, is that what it is each platform, or is it a release. what does platform day feel like to the train?
he talks about the voting, where his votes are not yet cast, and asks why bathing carriage costs so much compared to even the swimming pool, sounding personally offended: bathing matters to him, and more than once, he'll complain about that.
there are thanks, at times, too, because he doesn't... fail to offer that, when he notices and knowns. but also there's no way i'm writing up months worth of his complaints so HERE WE GO. )
SUMMATION of all his complaints since my last full complaint:
( in his various complaints over the time since, there are the usuals: a cold pool, please, a bathing carriage, some amusement over the scaffolding in the greenhouse, the complaint of any day he gets a candy he doesn't like, the noting the candy didn't suck on days where he thought it wasn't terrible, ongoing statements that interior spaces could use expanding beyond boundaries, he's seen it on the moving pictures now, how can he order something that does that?
concerning the world of unstable gods, he speaks little, other than to complain that it's tiring having all these other cultures they're supposed to 'assist' when none of them know enough to do anything helpful so much as make it worse. he looks drained that day, and the days following.
then statements about the cruelties, in specifics, from the worlds visited during the horrific shove back to homes, those willing and those less so. he mentions that no one had anywhere to relieve themselves on the platforms, no means of eating there either, and what nonsense that had been -- and how he'd thrown a full tornado, hurricane, whatever it was, at the Voidtrecker Express, and it hadn't even noticed. it had left them all and not even noticed.
complaints of: sending messages out, one way, back to worlds, or to worlds of those like us, those who've left. maybe. if it's lost all track of those tethers, are they fully broken, is that what it is each platform, or is it a release. what does platform day feel like to the train?
he talks about the voting, where his votes are not yet cast, and asks why bathing carriage costs so much compared to even the swimming pool, sounding personally offended: bathing matters to him, and more than once, he'll complain about that.
there are thanks, at times, too, because he doesn't... fail to offer that, when he notices and knowns. but also there's no way i'm writing up months worth of his complaints so HERE WE GO. )
All things considered,
Lan Jingyi