Pretty boring. Not a lot happens there, and there's only, like, one high school, so you know every kid in town and their family. And it's by the beach, but it's cold and windy most of the time so it's not as fun as you'd think.
No, I uh... I actually like it a lot. It's where I grew up so it's got, like, all my memories, you know? And my friends and my family, and—um. My life.
[ she feels sadder the more she talks but is trying to suppress that as best she can. ]
[ she thinks for a second and then just. goes with the first story that pops into her head. ]
One time in middle school we were there practically alone. I think there was supposed to be, like—a couple clubs still meeting or something, but they were across the building, but so that's where all the teachers were? And we were just killing time because we'd had a half day and we were waiting for the high school to get out because we had plans with—that part doesn't matter—but...
[ listening to teenagers tell a story is excruciating, i'm sorry. alex is like half delighted by the memory, but also seems to realize this is boring and starts talking faster to get through it faster. ]
Anyway, we started gluing bottle caps to the wall for no reason. The cafeteria was unlocked so we grabbed a bunch of them from the recycling. We got like twenty up there and they never caught us, but last I heard there's still a big blotchy spot where they tore them down.
[honestly, it's such a fascinating thing to listen to for shenhe because she has absolutely no context for school shenanigans, so she just kind of has this little bemused tinge to her emotions as she does.]
... And this is an achievement? [she's like ??? why do this, but not in a like what a waste of time way, she's genuinely like this is good???]
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[ she feels sadder the more she talks but is trying to suppress that as best she can. ]
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Will you tell me a favorite memory of yours?
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One time in middle school we were there practically alone. I think there was supposed to be, like—a couple clubs still meeting or something, but they were across the building, but so that's where all the teachers were? And we were just killing time because we'd had a half day and we were waiting for the high school to get out because we had plans with—that part doesn't matter—but...
[ listening to teenagers tell a story is excruciating, i'm sorry. alex is like half delighted by the memory, but also seems to realize this is boring and starts talking faster to get through it faster. ]
Anyway, we started gluing bottle caps to the wall for no reason. The cafeteria was unlocked so we grabbed a bunch of them from the recycling. We got like twenty up there and they never caught us, but last I heard there's still a big blotchy spot where they tore them down.
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... And this is an achievement? [she's like ??? why do this, but not in a like what a waste of time way, she's genuinely like this is good???]
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[ you never need any other motivation than that. ]
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... Hm. We should do something like that.
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Anywhere you wanna decorate?
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That depends on how positive or negative the decorations will be.
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You pick a location, and I will choose the mood.
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[ hrm. ]
But with our supplies we should keep it off the actual course. Still, there's plenty of space around there.