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[ladywithnovoice]

This is Red.

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[me_first]

Hey.

[He tucks his 'Gear in his pocket. Stop that.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Too slow. Oh well. She instead crosses her arms and just stares at him.]

[me_first]

... What? I'm... not really tired anymore. But you should rest.

[ladywithnovoice]

[Red doesn't move.]

[me_first]

... Really? You're insisting on this?

[He's not gonna go to sleep.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[YEP she's insisting on this. This is why you don't get on her nerves in the middle of the night, Royce.]

[me_first]

What do you want me to do?

[ladywithnovoice]

[The 'Gear finally gets pulled out again, for lack of any other options.]

Sleeping is generally encouraged. Do you need help with it?

[me_first]

[Oh. Okay. He pulls his out again, and Scout climbs on his lap. Royce pats him idly before responding.]

I don't really need help. This is normal for me. I don't generally... sleep that much - I didn't sleep that much in Cloudbank, not at all. Too busy, too many other things to do. Now... too many plans, too much data. Not enough ways to express it, not enough ways to store it. The human mind is... so imperfect, the memories too fragile and easily corrupted. Not enough backups.

[ladywithnovoice]

The Pokegear isn't enough?

[me_first]

It's not the same as a proper terminal, not at all. I could make some modifications, most likely, if I had the right equipment, but I don't think it's really designed for larger-scale data projects.

[ladywithnovoice]

Just write down your thoughts then. Save everything for later.

[me_first]

I've tried that. It's not the same.

[ladywithnovoice]

I think it's really your only option unless you somehow made a computer.

[me_first]

Believe me, I've... had that thought. But I need more money and parts before I think about doing that.

[ladywithnovoice]

I have an idea. Get up.

[me_first]

[He rises to his feet, gently moving Scout off of his lap.]

You're not going to try to punch me unconscious, are you?

[ladywithnovoice]

That would just hurt my hand. I don't think I can punch that hard.

[...A joke?]

[me_first]

I have been told I have a hard head.

[Jokes! It's a miracle.]

[ladywithnovoice]

I've noticed.

Now get moving.

[Yes, she is going to try and start moving you around... apparently in a circle around the campsite??? Just move those legs, nerd]

[me_first]

[What. But he starts moving, looking rather confused.]

What... what is the purpose off this?

[ladywithnovoice]

[She just pushes at him to go faster. Pick up the pace!]

[It's not like she can answer him right now anyway.]

[me_first]

[He's going, he's going. But not fast. He doesn't do fast.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Whatever, so long as he's moving. Eventually she uses his back to balance her 'Gear against.]

We'll tire you out so you can go to sleep.

[me_first]

I can't turn my brain off.

[Not gonna woooooork.]