video, un: ponine

[jondrette]

[A young woman appears. Her long, dark hair is tangled and soaking wet, hanging down in front of her haggard face. Her age is hard to pin down, but it’s clear that she’s seen better days. And worse days, for that matter.]

There is rain that falls from a pipe here!

[This was a fact she’d learned with a shriek when she’d decided to play ‘what does this knob do’ in her room.

Her face lights up when she speaks, though, her accent clearly French.]

First it scalded, then when I tried to turn it off it became incredibly cold! [She giggles though, a rather ugly sound, and moves over to flop down on her bed melodramatically. On her right hand, visible as she gets comfortable, a bright red circular scar can be seen.] And such a bed! Have you ever seen such a bed before?

[She exhales, relaxing into the mattress.]

If this is heaven, I believe I am in the wrong place.

Comments

[eatdavesbabies]

[This is somehow better than Bro could have hoped.]

To have mad respect isn’t to scream or curse the heavens, but to have silent, stoic respect. It’s to tip your hat to those that came before us. That shower has seen a million people like you in it’s lifetime. It’ll see a million more when you’re gone. Keep that in your heart always when approaching it.

[jondrette]

[Noted. She's apt to believe him, if only because these sort of things were not common in 1832.]

Tip my hat, or curtsey, yes if I have no hat? You approach them to get clean, it would not be right to wear a hat.

[eatdavesbabies]

Curtsey’s or bowing are always for the best. You need to tell it you’re planning to shower, too. It is some fucking rude shit to just step into a shower and not say anything. They don’t take that bullshit at all.

[jondrette]

Speak to the shower, and curtsey. Then I turn the knobs?