Log 1

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Who: Everyone (General Log)
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day

Comments

[cursedtolive]

[Eeew, Firo, what were you gonna do if something did fall out? Czes jumps away when he does that, leaning in cautiously right after.]

Sure! It looks usable. Now we just have to find some paint.

[justdumbluck]

[He didn't think that far ahead!]

Right...

[Firo tucks the wood under his arm, smiling as he starts poking around for paint. He peeks behind a haphazard stack of boxes and crates, finding nothing but managing to bring the whole thing down with a crash.

Just going to back away from that.]

[cursedtolive]

[Of course not...]

H-hey, are you okay? Aah you made a mess!

[As Firo looks away from it, Czes goes over to pick it up and tidy it up.]

[justdumbluck]

I-I'm fine!

[Some excessively optimistic part of him had hoped that he could carry on without Czes noticing. He turns back to the mess and hurriedly tries to nudge Czes aside.]

I can clean this up! You... You keep lookin' for paint.

[cursedtolive]

[He is not blind Firo. He nudges Firo with his elbow back.]

I'll clean it so you don't knock it over again!

[justdumbluck]

I won't knock it over again! It only fell over because whoever stacked it didn't do a good job.

[He folds his arms over his chest, but relents a moment later and starts picking around the other corner of the garage.]

[cursedtolive]

Well I'll do a good job of stacking it this time. [He says while finding a good corner out of the way to put them and beginning to clean it up.]

Didja find anything?

[justdumbluck]

All right...

[He moves aside a shovel and a rake to reveal a can of paint; it's red, as shown by the trails of paint that leaked over the sides. Triumphant, he holds it up for Czes to see.]

How's this?

[cursedtolive]

[Writing your name in red? Czeslaw isn't superstitious most of the time but he decides not to stop the eyebrows from rising.]

Well, it's better than nothing.

[justdumbluck]

[He notes that raised eyebrow and his enthusiasm wanes.]

What's that for?

[cursedtolive]

Huh? No, I just remembered a thing, where it's not a good idea to write your name in red.

But it wasn't from America... so it's okay.

[justdumbluck]

C'mon, you don't believe in silly superstitions like that, do ya?

[cursedtolive]

I believe in demons and immortality so I think superstitions are plausible.

[justdumbluck]

But we've seen both of those in action, superstitions just make no sense.

[Which is exactly what he would have said about demons and immortality if asked before 1930.]

[ooc: Sorry for these being so late! :(]

[cursedtolive]

And where's your proof that superstitions can't be real? Why do you think superstitions even exist in the first place!

[[hey no worries! there's no rush, so take whatever time you need ♥]]

[justdumbluck]

How am I supposed to know? People just make things up.

[[Thank you! <3]]

[cursedtolive]

Where there's smoke, there's fire!

[justdumbluck]

That's got nothin; to do with what we're talkin' about! You can't just use a saying and be right!

[cursedtolive]

That was a perfectly placed saying!

[justdumbluck]

I'm just sayin' it doesn't actually prove your point! Gimme one example of a superstition that's got anything real to back it up.

[cursedtolive]

... Um.

[He blinks.]

[justdumbluck]

[And Firo blinks back. Despite asking the question as a challenge, a part of him expected Czes to fire right back with an example that he'd have to scramble to refute.]

...What?

[cursedtolive]

... I'm too lazy to think of anything.

[He turns back to the rest of the garage with a huff!]

[justdumbluck]

Too lazy? That's no excuse!

[He folds his arms and stares after Czes; nobody's ended an argument with him like that before.]

Then that means I win, right?

[cursedtolive]

No.

You're not allowed to win.