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connor (ratonhnhaké:ton)

ninth.

[Connor sounds slightly out of breath when he dictates into the journal, mostly because it's so cold outside but also because he's been working pretty hard out there.]

Before I came to this world, I had left my village for six months. I have now been in this place for nine. There are still things I do not understand about both this world and the world outside my village, but I am learning, I think. And there is much to learn.

I have been interested in exploring the Dead Zone again. The god of this place has the power to move us and to transform our surroundings, but I would like to explore on my own terms. There is much to learn here amongst each other, but I feel as though there is even more to learn out there.

[Connor can be found on the castle lawn, packing a long wall of snow about a foot tall, taking care to carve a furrow down the middle. He has acquired some gloves that don't really match the rest of his outfit -- they have a reflective strip down the side and are also neon pink.]

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Well... your present is inside. So there is that.

[He nods, then peers at the snack bag.]

I will seek it out after I am done here. What do you have with you?

Oh, these are just some things I thought you might like to try. Some of it is Christmas-like, candy canes and cherry cordials, things like that. Others are just snacks and candies.

[Peering intensifies....!!]

Do you have any ginger-breads?

[She pokes around in the snacks, and then pulls out a few individually-wrapped, pre-decorated gingerbread men.]

I have these.

[He gingerly (!) takes one, looking it over.]

Do all foods in your time come wrapped in material like this?

Mm, it depends on where you get them. Usually foods are wrapped in some kind of packaging just so that they will last longer, or so that they will keep their shapes.

[Glances up from the cookie!!] Are there many foods that are shaped like men?

[THAT'S WEIRD...]

No, only gingerbread men. I think they are made this way because of a fairytale, about a gingerbread man who runs from the woman who baked him.

[A thoughtful hum as he picks at the plastic.]

The colonists cut them in the shape of saints, or so I have heard. I have never actually had any.

Well, eat it! Why did you never have any? Couldn't you have bought some, or had someone give you some?

[He shrugs, still picking at the plastic. How do you even open this...]

I had only been among the colonists once. After I left my village, I went straight to Achilles's manor. It was only after six months that we went to Boston.

[She reaches out to help him... untie the ribbon so that the bag opens. She kind of thought that seemed obvious.]

Ah. Well, you should try it. I am not the biggest fan of gingerbread, but some people love it.

[He thought it was just for decoration! Future stuff is stupid, he doesn't know.]

I do not know. I did not enjoy cheese...

When did you eat cheese? There are hundreds of kinds, and even more ways to eat it. You cannot just eat a block of cheddar, you know.

[He shrugs, glancing back at the wall he was building.]

Shortly after you suggested it to me. It disagreed with me. I do not know what kind it was.