third. backdated to 4/july.

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[Connor has been perched in his window for some time, carefully observing all these noisy explosions down in the city. He has no idea what's going on, but nobody seems to be panicking, so...

Eventually, he opens up his journal to dictate.]

What is the purpose of these explosions? Does anyone know? Is this normal?

Comments

[eaglet]

[oh my god what]

How is that... possible?

[indirectcause]

Hell if I know. It just started happening one day.

[eaglet]

[That is... pretty horrifying. What must people have done in the future to upset the balance of things that badly...]

I do not think such a thing happens here...

[indirectcause]

Here in Paradisa? Nah, I've heard they haven't shown up here. [The 'yet' is unspoken, but hangs there ominously all the same]

[eaglet]

Then... you must make the best of what this world offers you.

[indirectcause]

I guess I haven;t got much choice but to do that.

[eaglet]

[That's actually... pretty true. It's all anyone can do.]

I wish you luck, then.

[indirectcause]

Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You too...in uh, whatever it is you're facing. [In the past]

[eaglet]

[Awful things, actually, but he's not going to bring them up!]

Thank you.

[indirectcause]

No problem, man. [Ben makes a note to read up on history a little, like a bro, and work out exactly what crappy things this guy has to look forward to]