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[ Lobelia… Another person Ayer unexpectedly learned to appreciate, connected by their mutual darker desires, as well as their similar promise to change. Ayer leaves Lobelia's gift in a place the man would easily notice; inside contains this seashell glass.

In addition, there's a box of assorted, colorful sushi doughnuts. The entire gift box is simple and neat, a small handwriten card on top with cursive handwriting. Unfortunately, it's not signed by name, so whether or not Ayer is found out? That's up to you.

The card's message only reads: "Happy Firialia." ]

Edited 2019-12-27 08:51 (UTC)

[ Lobelia isn't one to remember little things like handwriting, but in this case, he doesn't need to. Ayer is undoubtedly one of the people he's grown closest to since arriving, and though he'll have his suspicions, they'll remain unspoken. After all, he wanted it to be anonymous for a reason, didn't he?

The glass ornament is going to get pride of place in his somewhat opulently shell-themed apartment, visible on the moment of entry. The card will be kept and placed beneath it in its envelope. ]

[ Even though White Day doesn't exist in Prismatica, Ayer's pride is too strong to be giving gifts last month. He purposely waits until now to do anything related to the Coiled Hearts celebrations.

Sent to Lobelia is an assortment of cupcakes in a modest-looking box. As always, Ayer doesn't bother to sign his presents. There's only the recipient's name on the simple card, in his cursive handwriting. ]

[ It seems like Ayer's gotten a little less shy. The signed name certainly puts to bed any doubt about the mysterious Firialia gift, and although the message is somewhat vague in its simplicity, Lobelia isn't too worried. A gift is good news, isn't it? Regardless of the reason.

... In fact, the timing really matters. With everything that happened, at least now he can be confident that Ayer wants to continue their rapport, in one way or the other. Lobelia can't know what he's thinking, but if they're still friends, that's the important thing.

Looking at his name on the note, he smiles to himself.

It's surprisingly important, really. ]

[Embedded is a video with a clear shot of... two sock puppets. Yes, sock puppets. One green sock, one navy blue sock. He even put decorative pins where the eyes should be. For the two puppets, he'll be using two very different tones to differentiate between the characters talking. The green one comes across as very calm and composed, often deadpan and sarcastic. Not too different from his usual speech. The blue one, on the other hand, comes across as reactive and easily goaded.]

Hey, what would you be willing to trade for a flying car?

What do you mean?

Say some German scientist comes up to you and says "I have invented the flying car. I will give it to you on one condition." [He uses an obvious German accent to do the scientist's line.]

What's the condition?

He's not going to tell you.

Then it's no deal.

The guy is offering you the flying car. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Just take the car, man.

Not until I know what the catch is.

Fine, the catch is you gotta cut off a foot.

Pffft, no way.

Are you saying you wouldn't cut off your foot for the flying car? You're that selfish?

It's my foot! How am I supposed to walk?

What 'walk'? You'll have the flying car. Imagine the money you'd make off of it. After that you could buy fifty prosthetic feet.

Well... which foot. Right or left?

Your choice.

Okay, I'll trade my left foot for the flying car.

So it's a deal then. Your foot for the flying car. You're sure.

Yes, I'm sure.

You can't welch.

I won't welch.

Because the whole world is counting on you.

What the hell kind of scientist is this guy anyway?

One with a lot of free time on his hands. And a foot fetish. So, then what happens is you find out the guy's going to take off your foot with a hacksaw—

What?

And no anesthetic.

Screw that!

Come on, it's part of the deal.

You didn't say that before!

Come on, it only hurts when they're taking the foot off. After that they'll use a local on your stuff and cauterize the wound.

Why can't I have the local before he cuts it off??

Because. He is a sick degenerate that watched too many WWII documentaries and likes to inflict pain.

You said he was a man of science!

You don't think Einstein liked hacking people's feet off, but nobody ever said a thing about it because he was one of the greatest thinkers of our time. Come on, man, take the hit for the team. It's a few seconds of pain for a lifetime of riches and zero traffic.

Fiiiine. As long as I get the local as soon as he's done cutting.

So you want the local?

Who am I, the Marquis de Sade? Yes, I want the local!

... All right.

Why'd you say it like that for?

It's just, the local he gives you knocks you out, and when you're out he diddles your peeny.

Oh come on!

Hey, man. You made the deal.

To trade my foot for the flying car! Not to be tortured and molested by some mad German scientist.

And his friends.

What?

Just, when he's done with you he gives his friends a shot at you too.

Deal's off!

What are you, some kind of homophobe?

No, I just don't want to be diddled by some insane German scientist and his friends after they've hacked my foot off!

Need I remind you this is for the flying car?

It ain't worth it!

See, you're what's wrong with this world. You're always thinking about your own comfort level, never thinking about the rest of us. And you'll forever be remembered as the sad footnote in the book of life, the wimpy little scumbag who could've breached the chasm of becoming and being, but instead opted to cover his own ass and foot in the process.

All right! I'll go through with the deal. I'll let the German scientist hack my foot off, then him and his friends can have their way with me, all for the flying caaaaaar.

...You'd do it with a bunch of guys just to get a car?

...

I thought I knew you, man.

Edited 2020-04-22 20:03 (UTC)

[ The impromptu entertainment is completely unexpected, but it has him visibly entertained. Lobelia offers a stream of incredibly enthused applause, because he appreciates the fuck out of the arts! ]

Bravo! What fascinating divertissement! The voice work is particularly impressive!

Where I come from, all of our most significant transport is flight-worthy, so it's hard for me to relate to his desperation — at least for that particular prize. But it's an age-old story, non? You have to sacrifice to get something worth having.

[ A short, thoughtful pause, and Lobelia adds: ]

Is this your way of thanking me, by any chance?

Having so much flight-capable transport is something fiction writers in my world only dream of. The technology isn't there yet. Yeah, though, sacrifices are unavoidable.

Unrelated. But if you want dinner sometime I'll treat you.

[ Lobelia's eyes flick across the screen as he reads. And then he abruptly cuts to black, and starts typing to match. Apparently he only wanted the video for his applause. ]

One wouldn't get terribly far without it, in my own world. Between the islands, there's only an infinite sky to fall down through. It's a fairly inconvenient thing... but I wouldn't be the person I am without those compartmentalised islands, I suppose. They conferred some benefits.

But ah, how lucky you are to have sea between your land instead! There are so many more beaches to enjoy.

As for dinner, is that a genuine offer? I'm never one to decline a meal with company. And given I don't usually get to talk to my victims much after the fact, I'd be interested to see how you're doing.

An infinite sky sounds very inconvenient without airships and planes.

I haven't been to many beaches, so it's not something I understand the appreciation for.

A genuine offer. You gave me an unforgettable experience of immense value.

I could say the same.

Tonight, perhaps? Provided that it isn't too late notice!

I have the time for tonight.

Same restaurant as where we met?

Oui, parfait! Let us have our encore there!

Make a reservation. One of the quiet corner tables, if it's possible.

I'll be there.

9:30pm.

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