Audio-Smoking Car

[unholyandbroken]

Pardon the smoke...

[She's chain smoking, that flare was bad.]

Comments

[maxwellsdaemon]

... Seriously... Lady, quit it.

If I'm gonna die, I wanna die in a fiery explosion like Fate intended. Not gross second-hand smoke cancer.

[unholyandbroken]

I'm keeping my lone vice.

[maxwellsdaemon]

Then the hell do you have to keep apologisin for it?

[unholyandbroken]

Habit.

[maxwellsdaemon]

Not a conversationalist, I guess?

Whatever, lady. Just keep your cancer smoke to yourself. It's gross.

In person

[knifewithnoname]

Did you be going all leaky eyed again? [Look who has just appeared from behind a suitcase pile. She's not even that bothered about the smoke anymore, she is used to it. Months and months of this carriage smelling so bad, even with Tony's attempts at making the air cleaner!]

You should be learning to be stronger and then you would no be needing to be smoking all the time.

[Maybe? She doesn't know. But it seems to be when Jessie gets upset that she smokes and smokes and smokes without even a break and so if she stopped getting upset. Less smoke.

Everyone would be happy.]

Re: In person

[unholyandbroken]

When nothing makes sense I light up. [of course she won't reveal everything not to a kid. But she aims the smoke away from Little One.]

[knifewithnoname]

[She shifted so she was sat on top of the suitcase pile. It's a bit precarious but doesn't topple.

She tilts her head, thinking.]

So it do be being like praying? Or meditating... Both of those do be being good when nothing do be making sense.

[unholyandbroken]

Me and praying in tricky, grew up as a preacher's kid.

[knifewithnoname]

[Praying was tricky? Well she can sort of understand that. Here outside of the worlds... It was harder than it used to be.]

What do a preacher be being?

[unholyandbroken]

Sermons, counseling and the like.

[knifewithnoname]

Please do be using words that do be meaning something.

[unholyandbroken]

What do you want to know?

[knifewithnoname]

[She wonders, not for the first time, if Jessie is a bit stupid. Or maybe she is having trouble understanding her. No one else on the train seems to struggle with Gauigen grammar despite the fact she has not met anyone who speaks similarly here. But she takes a deep breath and makes her voice as clear as possible. She closes her eyes, trying to imagine Peter speaking. His voice is one she knows best so is easier to mimic.]

What... a preacher is be. [Did she get that right? Maybe the verb is in the wrong place.] You say sermons, counselling but I do no... Not. I do not knowing [This is stupid. How do people talk like this?] What a preacher be. What a sermon be and what counselling be. I want to know that.

[blitzcheer]

Uhh... you okay?

[ This is a little awkward, but maybe something happened...? ]