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After finding Jesse at Pascaline’s delicious cheese stall, together you return to the Bus Stop to wait for Grace & Mirjam to come by. The time limit you agreed upon is about to expire, and you hope your friends don’t arrive late, because you don’t want your guest here to get angry.
Is he a guest? Is this your bubble dimension? Or should you treat it like another place in the world and not act like you own it? Like you’re in another town and that’s it. Nobody owns a town. What a little shit you are, thinking you own this place. You didn’t even build it. Wilma did. It’s Wilma’s big ass bubble. Or is it San Wich’s? A collaborative effort, maybe? You can’t get a bubble this big alone, unless with the help of Jackey Frosties. That’s still teamwork. The world around you is made by many factors, circumstances, and collectives— what a wonderful existence. You’ve spent days here and this is the first time you’re wondering about these useless technicalities. Whatever you do, you mustn’t bring this topic to light with Jesse.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jesse feels annoyed by your aloof glare.
“Sorry, I was wondering about the philosophical implications of this universe and its nature.” You adjust your glasses while trying to sound smart.
“That’s a rather profound topic.” Jesse likes where this is going.
“And I have no profound comments about it.” You look at the stars. Oh which there are none. Because it’s morning. Except the sun. You don’t want to stare at it or it’ll make you blind. Philonune reminds you, you’re unaffected by its light. Too bad you’re wearing glasses, so if you continue, it’ll melt your face by the ray lights being intensified by the glass. Now you’re wondering if you can stop the melting process… No, you don’t want to do something stupid right now.
“Would you rather talk about something else?” Jesse kicks a rock.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>You have decided that the Tomatoes are missing, look for them!
>Ask Jesse how he reached the Shopping District to be easily found by you.
>Ask Jesse why he got bothered by your staring.
>Kick a rock farther than Jesse did.
>You wanna do something stupid. Try to see if you can stop the light from the sun from melting your face.
>Write In.
Is he a guest? Is this your bubble dimension? Or should you treat it like another place in the world and not act like you own it? Like you’re in another town and that’s it. Nobody owns a town. What a little shit you are, thinking you own this place. You didn’t even build it. Wilma did. It’s Wilma’s big ass bubble. Or is it San Wich’s? A collaborative effort, maybe? You can’t get a bubble this big alone, unless with the help of Jackey Frosties. That’s still teamwork. The world around you is made by many factors, circumstances, and collectives— what a wonderful existence. You’ve spent days here and this is the first time you’re wondering about these useless technicalities. Whatever you do, you mustn’t bring this topic to light with Jesse.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jesse feels annoyed by your aloof glare.
“Sorry, I was wondering about the philosophical implications of this universe and its nature.” You adjust your glasses while trying to sound smart.
“That’s a rather profound topic.” Jesse likes where this is going.
“And I have no profound comments about it.” You look at the stars. Oh which there are none. Because it’s morning. Except the sun. You don’t want to stare at it or it’ll make you blind. Philonune reminds you, you’re unaffected by its light. Too bad you’re wearing glasses, so if you continue, it’ll melt your face by the ray lights being intensified by the glass. Now you’re wondering if you can stop the melting process… No, you don’t want to do something stupid right now.
“Would you rather talk about something else?” Jesse kicks a rock.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>You have decided that the Tomatoes are missing, look for them!
>Ask Jesse how he reached the Shopping District to be easily found by you.
>Ask Jesse why he got bothered by your staring.
>Kick a rock farther than Jesse did.
>You wanna do something stupid. Try to see if you can stop the light from the sun from melting your face.
>Write In.
