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[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 52, morning
Where: Anywhere

[Of course there's still the flowers that, when stepped on, enhance or dull a sense, and there are still some chocolates in the lounge if you missed them or want more.

But this morning dawns with an infestation of bats.

That is, tiny tiny clockwork bats that get in your hair and coffee and make tiny tiny clockwork bat screeches.

Should you encounter a clockwork bat, and they're pretty hard to dodge, the next person you talk to will... Well, see one of your memories.

Otherwise it seems like a pretty typical morning, and the bats will be gone by afternoon.]

Comments

[daydreamshimmer]

Exactly.

Just like you can be 'good' without being the 'best' and that's still beyond just average.

[dereban]

Well, that's true.

I don't mind 'average', though. I like being good at things, but I'm not going to shit on someone because they're. . . that.

[daydreamshimmer]

Sometimes people are just average at things. But it's kind of depressing to be average at anything they do. It means they have nothing they love enough to try better for.

[dereban]

. . . I guess that's true.

[daydreamshimmer]

So if you're better than average at something, no reason to hide that fact. Everyone has at least something.

[dereban]

Everyone, huh.

[ ...

she's thinking about someone that isn't her, but it makes her think a bit. ]

Guess that's true. I'm still pretty normal comparatively -- well, in 'human standards', I guess.

[daydreamshimmer]

To be fair, human standards are still weird depending who you ask.

Because far as I'm concerned, humans are REAL weird.