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TDM - JANUARY 2021
TEST DRIVE MEME - JANUARY 2021
Good to the last gasp.
CW: gaslighting, potential mentions and depictions of trauma and other problematic material, body horror, dolls, violence
“Help me. Please, help me…”
A child’s voice, calling out for aid. There’s no rhyme or reason for when it comes to you. It’s so quiet, a whisper in the deepest, darkest corners of your mind. Were it not for the sharp, stabbing pain it pulls out of you, you could ignore it. You could even pretend it’s just your imagination.
It all happens so quickly and powerfully. Left in the dust, your brain struggles to process it all. Blacking out is the least it can do, but it’s also all it can do, and it does so before you even have a chance to fully register just how young the voice is, and how deeply, heartbreakingly lost it sounds.
When you finally awaken with your bare feet tangled in soft sheets, a layer of fuzzy fleece or slinky silk clinging to your body like another layer of skin, the sunlight pouring in from the window next to your bed momentarily blinding you, and the cries of happy children playing outside of it carrying faintly, it all becomes very clear—
Something is horribly wrong.
A child’s voice, calling out for aid. There’s no rhyme or reason for when it comes to you. It’s so quiet, a whisper in the deepest, darkest corners of your mind. Were it not for the sharp, stabbing pain it pulls out of you, you could ignore it. You could even pretend it’s just your imagination.
It all happens so quickly and powerfully. Left in the dust, your brain struggles to process it all. Blacking out is the least it can do, but it’s also all it can do, and it does so before you even have a chance to fully register just how young the voice is, and how deeply, heartbreakingly lost it sounds.
When you finally awaken with your bare feet tangled in soft sheets, a layer of fuzzy fleece or slinky silk clinging to your body like another layer of skin, the sunlight pouring in from the window next to your bed momentarily blinding you, and the cries of happy children playing outside of it carrying faintly, it all becomes very clear—
Something is horribly wrong.
JANUARY 1st.
It becomes very clear very quickly that this isn’t a simple kidnapping.
By the time you make it down to the living room, you’ll notice that the television is on; someone must have forgotten to turn it off before they went to bed. On it, the morning news is playing. The newscaster, a man in a gray suit and horn-rimmed glasses, keeps shuffling his paperwork on his desk as black and white footage of people in the midst of celebration — throwing streamers, wearing paper hats, toasting flutes of bubbly liquid — is interspersed between his droning report: ”New Year's Eve was in full swing last night as citizens from all over Santa Rosita came together to ring in 1961. A surge in ginger ale and sparkling cider beverage sales was reported by Honeybees as early as eight o'clock in the evening, a boon for the store…“ |
GETTING TO KNOW THE NEIGHBORS.
| As you get acclimated, you gradually begin to learn more about this strange new world you’ve found yourself in. You’re in a neighborhood on the east side of a town called Santa Rosita located… somewhere in California (wherever or whatever that might be). The year is 1961. If it wasn’t clear enough, your neighbors are more than willing to humor you if you ask. Even if you accost them with questions and demands. Sure, you and your family are a little kooky, and you have a very overactive imagination, but the key to any good joke is playing along! And how could something like “I’m from the future, from another world” be anything but a joke? A. CLOWN AROUND.If December was a time for sweet treats and good food, January is the month where everyone is trying to unload their leftovers. Who better to enjoy them than you, the newest family on the block? Your neighbors have quite a bit of food to share: Throughout the month, they'll stop by to say hello, bringing a new sugary dish with them each time. As always, jello molds are a staple. One plate turns into three turns into five, and by the end of the first week of January, you're likely to end up with a collection of jiggling pink, green, and orange lumps taking up space in your fridge. From mountains of Whip 'n Chill to Broken Window Glass cake, you'd be forgiven in thinking that there's no end to it.And yet, there's the occasional exception. Someone comes by with a Bundt cake lathered in vanilla icing and topped with rainbow sprinkles. Were it not for the giant candy clown head topping it, it would almost look good enough to eat. "There's a rumor going around that you've been a bit under the weather, so I thought this would cheer you up!" they say, right before thrusting the technicolor nightmare into your hands, the clown's dead pink frosted eyes staring up at you. Your neighbor is quick to tell you to eat it while the icing is still fresh (you never know who might lick it off when you're not looking, eh kids?), but not that the clown itself is made out of styrofoam. That's something you'll just have to find out for yourself when you take it back inside and start chowing down! |
B. SNOW DAY
What awakens you one cold Friday morning isn't the blare of your alarm clock or your family getting ready to start their day or even the chilly air that tickles your toes as they poke out from the bottom of your covers, but the sound of hooting and hollering outside your window. The sight that awaits you when you go to investigate is something out of a Norman Rockwell painting: The entire neighborhood is outside, playing and carrying on in the snow. While everyone was sleeping, Santa Rosita got four inches of snow, more than enough for the schools to close but not enough to stop everyone from enjoying it.And enjoy it they are! Children build snowmen in their front yards while their fathers work on shoveling their driveways. Most, however, are busy erecting snow forts in their yards and the middle of the street, running back and forth as they collect ammunition for an ongoing snowball fight that takes up half of the neighborhood. Nobody is spared from their assault, not even the adults, and especially not the newly arrived ones who leave the house. Good luck getting the mail, mom and dad!
"Come on! There's plenty of snow!" one young boy yells at you over a snowdrift. "You can join my team!"
"Nuh-uh!" another boy shoots back. "You can join my team!"
And on and on it goes. Well, for the pacifists among you, making snow angels is always an option!
THROUGHOUT JANUARY.
CW: gaslighting, potential mentions and depictions of trauma, and other problematic material
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There’s no business like show business! And business is hopping at the Starlight Drive-In, which has been boasting about its all-new film premiering on January 2nd and playing all month long. The critics are raving, the townspeople are flocking, and plans to go to the drive-in seems to be all anyone can talk about. “Make sure you get there early to see the serials,” many of them suggest, eyes wide with excitement. “I couldn’t look away!” Whether you come with your family, your friends, or simply come on your own, the lot is packed, Robbies and normal townsfolk alike beaming as they hook the individual speakers onto their cars. Apropos of the cold weather, the concession stand has added seasonal items to their menu, serving up hot chocolate and kettle corn in addition to its usual soda and popcorn. Watching a movie against a backdrop of gently falling snow while you're sipping on steaming chocolate and melted marshmallows has a certain je nais se quoi to it that even you have to admit is appealing. At last, when it's finally dark enough to start, the projector clicks on from the booth in the back of the lot and the movie begins. A. COMING ATTRACTIONS.The movie, Curse of the Doll People, is a horror flick. A real chill-o-rama, starring actors you've never heard of playing a group of archeologists who unknowingly trigger a deadly curse that sets a group of murderous living dolls upon them. The poster pasted on the ticket booth promises it'll be the most fun you'll have screaming. Unfortunately, you have to sit through several minutes of previews first.The coming attractions aren't anything special — a bunch of westerns, a romance, even a beach musical. Far from being bored to tears like you might be, the people in the cars around you are glued to the screen, popping snacks into their mouths and whispering their commentary among themselves. The movie is the reason why everyone's here, sure, but you don't just get one flick out of going to the pictures! There's also the serials, little 5—10 minute long chapter plays that tell a story in pieces. Nothing can beat those, and when the first one starts, everyone sits in rapt attention as if it were the feature presentation itself. But as the scene opens up on a sight that is instantly familiar to you, and your own face stares back at you from the projection screen, it becomes clear that this is no ordinary film. You watch your memories play out in grainy black and white footage, aired for all the world to see. Or perhaps not — though you may not realize it, the movie playing out on the screen differs from person to person. No one sees the same thing. The person next to you might see one of their worst fears come to life, whether imagined or real, practical or fantastic. You might see one of the worst moments of your life — the death of a friend, your hated enemy bringing you to the brink of death, your absolute lowest point — exactly the way you remember it... save for the way your double on the screen occasionally turns to face the audience, staring directly at you with a knowing smirk and a wink. Or the way your loved ones will sometimes go off-script, gazing at you with pleading eyes as they beg you to help them. The people of Santa Rosita will see an exciting battle between two pirate ships, swashbuckling and cannon fire in place of the traumas you're witnessing. When the serial ends on a cliffhanger, much to the disappointment of everyone around you, it's almost a mercy. "Tune in next week for the thrilling second part!" Well, you will, won't you? |
END OF THE MONTH.
CW: body horror, dolls, violence
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Aside from the horror of the drive-in, January might seem to be passing calmly... until one night, something changes. In the middle of the night, once you fall asleep in your comfortable bed (or on your couch, or with your head lolling against the kitchen table), a nightmare comes to you. The shift from whatever dreams you were having to the cold, dark void you find yourself standing in happens gradually and quietly. So too does the image that plays out in your mind's eye: From out of the darkness, a featureless mannequin stands ramrod straight, facing you with its arms pressed rigidly to its sides. It has no face, no identifying marks, no features at all. It's a blank slate in every sense of the word... until it isn't. Slowly, the material of the lower half of its face begins to split as a searing pain tears through your own, as if invisible fingers are ripping your lips off inch by inch. The slit on the doll's face widens and deepens until, finally, mercifully, its new mouth opens as yours disappears, replaced by a flat, smooth barrier of skin. Like it was never there to begin with. The pain returns, this time in your arms and neck — right as the doll's own begin to jerk. Your joints are hardening, seizing up as the doll's arms go from minutely twitching to slowly flexing. While every nerve and bone from your fingertips all the way up to your shoulders grows heavy, the doll tilts its head and looks down at its hands, as if seeing them for the first time. By the time it takes its first step, you've taken your last: the pain has spread to your feet, ankles and toes hardening and locking into place. Every part of you is claimed this way; what isn't taken by force simply fades from your body and shifts into being onto the doll's, your skin replacing its cloth body, your clothing dressing it, your hair filling out its head. Your tongue goes numb as the licks its newfound lips, coarse cloth and batting surging up from your lungs and all the way to the back of your throat. By the time it's over, you can't move. You can no longer breathe. All you can do is stare at the perfect, eyeless double of yourself standing before you. As your eyes begin to burn, the last thing you see before everything goes black is the sly curve of a smile — your smile — before the face wearing it turns away and walks back into the darkness. Luckily, you wake up to a room full of sunshine and the distant sound of traffic as the neighborhood gets ready for another beautiful day. The morning air feels cold and dry on your skin. You're you. As much as you've always been. Right? |
A. DOPPELGANGER.
It's the kind of morning that makes you want to sing. Where the sky was once dull and grey, it's now a deep blue. Barring the usual hustle and bustle on the streets of Shadyside, the first sound that greets you when you wake up is the steady beat of water trickling outside your window as the snow begins to gently melt under the rays of the sun. You may even hear the chirp of a bird! January, in all its dreariness, is nearly at an end.When you leave the room to go downstairs — or upstairs, if you slept in the living room — the house is quiet and flooded with sunlight. With how perfectly silent everything is, it's easy to mistake the calm for solitude and think you're alone.
This is not the case.
Waiting to greet you is a familiar figure. If you go downstairs, you'll see it sitting in your kitchen with its head bowed and its arms hanging limply at its sides; if upstairs, lying in your bed on its back. There's no mistaking who it is. Even at a distance, their hair, face, clothes and features all instantly recognizable, and you know who it is before you even fully register their presence:
You.
Motionless, your doppelganger looks more puppet than person. Its chest is still, not a single breath leaving its mouth. Its eyes are closed. They snap open when you get closer to it, wide enough to see the whites, as its head jerks up to look straight at you. In a staccato imitation of your voice, it chirps at you:
"Hi!"
"Good morning!"
"Hello!"
"Rise and shine!"
Your clone is a good imitation, but not a perfect one. Its movements are stiff and uncoordinated, like a marionette being commanded by unseen strings. Though its cheeks are rosy, its skin is pale and almost glossy with the texture of newly polished porcelain. None of these setbacks bother it in the very least. If left alone, it goes about the house mimicking your morning routine, though given how awkward just walking is for it, it's almost certain to do a very bad job. Still, it tries its hardest, following you all day around the neighborhood, trying to imitate your movements — all with a smile!
That is, until you become aggressive with it.
It doesn't take much to set your doppelganger off — a simple shove will do it. When that happens, its eyes will do the impossible and open even wider, its mouth yawning into a wail that pitches louder and louder. That's the point when it will lunge at you. Its hands will try to go for your throat, but not always. It's resourceful enough to improvise with whatever it has around it, whether that be a kitchen knife, a paperweight, or even a letter opener. Luckily for you, they're fragile. Just hitting them is enough to crack and chip away at their skin. With enough strength, their limbs can even come off. Unluckily, they don't stay down for long; even a severed appendage can be popped back into its proper ball-jointed place.
All the while, they never stop childishly whining and shrieking at you.
"Not nice!"
"Why are you so mean?!"
"Not nice, not nice, NOT NICE!"
The only way to shut them up for good is to keep pummeling them until they're nothing but a pile of doll parts. But be thorough — even a mouth that's nothing but a shard of porcelain can still talk.
OOC INFO
Hello, and welcome to We're Still Here's second TDM! Here's a few things we'd like you to keep in mind:
The TDM is canon. You can treat this as the game's first real event and pick and choose what threads you would like your character to remember when they enter the game. For characters who app into the game, the events of the TDM will be treated like a dream. Upon awakening from it, characters will find that time has jumped ahead to February 1st. You may also feel free to use similar reality and/or time distortions to explain why the family members your characters have in the TDM aren't the same as the ones they may be assigned to in the game proper. Additionally, starting today comments made to the TDM will now count towards Activity Check. Current players are permitted to use up to five comments from it for this month's Activity Check — half of the required amount to pass. The other five must be made within the game's communities.
If you would like to have January or other winter-themed content in your relaxed housing prompts, please feel free! You are not beholden to follow our prompts exactly so long as the spirit is maintained.
There is no Network prompt listed, but feel free to wildcard one for your characters anyway.
Although the TDM is canon in the sense that characters are free to remember its events when they app into the game, it does not count as an official plot heavy event, meaning that characters will not receive regains from participating in it.
A note about the drive-in theater: Players are in full control over what memories, phobias, or fears the serials before the movie will depict. You can also specify whether or not other characters will be able to see your character's serial. Be sure to label your threads with relevant content warnings if needed!
The TDM is canon. You can treat this as the game's first real event and pick and choose what threads you would like your character to remember when they enter the game. For characters who app into the game, the events of the TDM will be treated like a dream. Upon awakening from it, characters will find that time has jumped ahead to February 1st. You may also feel free to use similar reality and/or time distortions to explain why the family members your characters have in the TDM aren't the same as the ones they may be assigned to in the game proper. Additionally, starting today comments made to the TDM will now count towards Activity Check. Current players are permitted to use up to five comments from it for this month's Activity Check — half of the required amount to pass. The other five must be made within the game's communities.
If you would like to have January or other winter-themed content in your relaxed housing prompts, please feel free! You are not beholden to follow our prompts exactly so long as the spirit is maintained.
There is no Network prompt listed, but feel free to wildcard one for your characters anyway.
Although the TDM is canon in the sense that characters are free to remember its events when they app into the game, it does not count as an official plot heavy event, meaning that characters will not receive regains from participating in it.
A note about the drive-in theater: Players are in full control over what memories, phobias, or fears the serials before the movie will depict. You can also specify whether or not other characters will be able to see your character's serial. Be sure to label your threads with relevant content warnings if needed!
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It's a legitimate question, especially considering that Huaisang only looks about twenty-two, and Angelo's serious demeanor makes him seem more mature than he is.
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Given the technical definition of the term, given how this world operates. Whatever. Angelo can take care of himself, or he can take care of him, though he isn't really the most affectionate person to do it; his style is more utilitarian, having never learned the merits of being a civilian when his entire life had been the military structure of Neo-Zeon. Though it is very strange how things have been set up to have him as 'the child'. He's very much uncomfortable with it.
Angelo gets out of the cold, at least. He had half a mind to rebuke the need for company, but he's been told that it pays to play along with the what they were given. In any case there is no reason to reject it considering it is beneficial to live together and act like it. He did not like the idea of a family, imagined or not; he had never thought of going back to one when his original experiences with it are terrible to begin with; but nobody chooses the circumstances in which one is kidnapped on an extra dimensional scale.
"I am Angelo."
So strange to not need his rank before introducing his name, and even now Angelo feels the itch to take it back and do it properly. But there is no reason to do that here, and he'd rather not be picky about something so needless as his rank when nobody is to benefit from it. Yes, he thinks, I'm sure Captain would agree as well. First names are alright.
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He's not quite sure whether to act the part of a host or a superior to his new guest-son. Fidgeting slightly, Huaisang gestures toward the kitchen. "There are some important things you should know about this new place, though you may know some of them already if you had any... dreams here before waking up this morning. Would you like tea or liquor?"
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"Nie, then. Tea is fine. I'm not opposed to liquor, but maybe later."
And how should he take that statement? He doesn't quite know. There are plenty of things that shouldn't be happening in this place, to him, but are; the fact that this is indisputable is irking him, but he's trying to make peace with it. It will not do to wear one down with the frustrations of a situation where the endgame is playing along. It's not like he's incapable. He'd just rather not.
Angelo follows him to the kitchen. Having eaten already - and tidied up besides - he sits down to set the table for them. Cups and saucers; some fruit, if only to have a thing or two to nibble on while drinking tea. He makes a mental list of things to add to the cupboard once he figures out how jobs work in this place; it has been ..... a while, since he'd figured out how to act like a civilian, let alone someone agreeable to Earthnoids.
And perhaps this isn't Earth, but what difference does it make? There are certainly no signs that this is a colony. His biases remain. Angelo seats himself across him, looking prim and proper and too stiff even as he sits. "If you're not opposed to talking, tell me whatever you think will be useful."
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Making tea for the both of them, even though the tea is sadly sub-par compared to what he drinks at home, Huaisang settles down at the table, pleased by how his new son has set the table for them. "I first arrived here in October, but the house I was in was a different house, and I had a husband and a daughter. In December, I woke again, having entirely missed the month of November, and I had a different husband and no child. Now I wake in January to find no husband, only you. In October, the month ended with undead children attacking every house that didn't have a carved vegetable lantern to light the porch. In December, doors would randomly teleport you to the inside of a frozen lake. I nearly died, and some of the others like us helped me to make a refuge out there for those who were caught by the teleportation. As the month worsened, I abandoned that and stopped leaving the house. The world outside was blighted by an endless blizzard, and the storm was stalked by these monstrous deer-creatures who fed on flesh."
Huaisang shudders, somewhat wishing that Angelo had wanted the alcohol after all. But at least the tea has the comfort of warmth. He hugs his hands around his cup and cradles it close. "There's more than that, but what matters is that this place is hostile. It's crucial to fit in with the locals, or to at least appear to do so. If you draw attention, you may be pacified or worse. There will be monsters and attacks. So far there has been some new horror every month or so. I expect that pattern to continue."
Miserable with fear, Huaisang tucks his feet under himself, chewing fretfully on his lower lip.
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The tea, at least, is nice and warm. He pays attention to the story and frowns. At first, he wanted to ask him if he didn't just hallucinate all of this, but some of the stories he's heard from encounters he's had here and there. At the end of it, he lets Huaisang's words linger in the air, fingers tapping on the table as he considers his warnings.
He is bad at comforting. This is not a skill that is cultivated in Neo Zeon; he will not even try, because it will not come from a place of sincerity. His Captain .... is not human, and therefore needed none of the comforts most humans seek from each other; Angelo didn't even seek it from him. But he understands this situation as an ongoing problem: there are hostilities present and they need to survive. At any moment they can be attacked. Phrased like that in his mind, it becomes a puzzle that needs to be solved, and that is actionable.
"So the house needs to be secure," Angelo says in reply. "As best as we can manage it.
"You will draw more attention if you do not leave. I understand fear, but participation is part and parcel of 'fitting in'. If you are afraid, then call a friend, or wait for me to join you when you leave the house. You do not need a reason to be outside. Simply observing the town is reason enough to be there - that kind of information is valuable.
"As for the rest of it .... we cannot fight the supernatural aspects of this world, but if it is physical and has a body, then it can either be killed or dismantled." Angelo sips his tea, pensive. "Horror does not need any justification. It just means that we do not have the power. And that means it is something to be endured; which, in turn, means that there can be an end."
Angelo ponders it deeply and thinks about his Captain, who is the void made flesh; the one who has seen the end of time. Yes, horror can be endured. And those who have seen the other end of it are made even stronger. "I do not intend to die in a place that has not been defined for me as my own grave. I have duties to return to and a Captain to serve. In his grace, I will endure. And if you wish to keep surviving and to stop being afraid, then follow my lead."
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"There was a blizzard," Huaisang reiterates, setting his cup down smoothly on the table. His voice is suddenly steadier, and his chin lifts with certainty. "And vicious beasts. No one was out and socializing. I have participated liberally, and I have made many tactical observations."
Prim and sweet, Huaisang lowers his eyes briefly as he brushes invisible dust from his skirt, but there's still a gravity to his silence, a combined implication that he has more to say and he will not endure interruption.
When he lifts his head again, he holds Angelo's gaze firmly. "I have no strength or skill in combat. In all such matters of physical threat and defense, I will defer to you. In all social matters, questions of who to trust and what risks to take, you will defer to me. This is my house and you have been assigned as my dependent. Until such time as you are reunited with your Captain, you will respond to me as your senior officer. Is that understood?"
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There will always be other factors affecting life here and the choices people make; Angelo purses his lips to a thin line as he drinks his tea. "As you can probably tell, the social norms of this place does not align with my personality. Such niceties are for politicians and investors and not for someone of my rank and standing. While my Captain dealt with the demands primarily, I was not involved for the most part. I was there for security.
That being said, there is an advantage to blending in, and I'd be foolish not to take your advice. It wouldn't do to conduct myself in a way that my Captain wouldn't be proud of at all."
He glances briefly at the window, where the children are still playing. "And I look forward to what this town has to offer, good or bad." He sets his tea cup on the saucer firmly, leaning his chin on his palm as he props it on the table. Angelo never looks his age but he does have an edge of intensity in him. "I do enjoy a challenge."
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He sips at his tea as he lays out the social tactical plan that he follows and that he expects Angelo to follow. "I've befriended quite a few of our other new neighbors. Their names are Daylight vis Lornlit, Anduin Wrynn, Peter Parker, Okuyasu Nijimura, Sterling Archer, Sans Undertale, Wrathion, Anthony Crowley. I don't know any of their combat capabilities, but I believe they can be trusted. My friend Wei Wuxian is here as well. He's extremely capable in combat and persuasion, but he's also extremely reckless. Ray Gillette comes over sometimes for drinks and sex, so don't be surprised by that."
Finishing off his tea, Huaisang sets the cup down and props his chin in his hands. "I have a part time job at the department store and I sell my paintings, so I can afford our food and necessities, but if you're going to be requiring additional funds, you'll want to get at least a part time job. Can you cook or clean?"
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He gives the kitchen a slight glance, the doors. "In any case reinforcing locks and doors and windows won't be a bad investment to begin with, and funds are certainly needed for that. I just wish it wasn't so technologically ...." Hm. What's the term. Angelo presses his lips to a thin line. "Backwards. This is decades from what I'm used to and the technology is hideous. Of course I will live, but it is jarring.
I can cook and clean. You need not worry about that; I tended to my Captain's every need." One can argue Angelo's relationship with his Captain wasn't exactly professional, but he doesn't care and his Captain doesn't, either.
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The state of the kitchen upon Angelo's arrival might have been some clue as to that. Huaisang only washes dishes when he's completely out of them, so the sink is overrun and there are take-out boxes towering in the trash can. He's a spoiled nobleman, much accustomed to having an array of servants to cater to him. "I'll get you some money to use until you find yourself a job."
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He sets his cup on the saucer, his drink still very hot, and starts rooting through the cupboards and everything else. "I'll make you a list." He doesn't look quite happy at how impoverished their cupboards are, but that's fine. He'll work, Huaisang will provide some money to cover for now, and between that they'll have a decent pantry that both of them can live on. Angelo isn't spoiled by any means, in fact he's never really had any sort of wealth other than having been close to it just because of the kind of crowd they entertain and solicit in terms of funding. But he does have an idea of what'll be a good array of supplies to have in order to keep them healthy.
"By the way, I wake up very early, usually to begin with personal exercise. You're free to join if you wish. It'll certainly do you some good." He grabs a scrap of paper and starts writing a mini-grocery list.
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Trailing a lazy finger along the edge of his teacup, Huaisang watches his far more productive son working on the cupboard inventory. Thank goodness he now has someone in his house who can clean.
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He won't pass judgement out loud as to what he thinks of that, since they're not in Neo-Zeon territory and this isn't the war he knows, but lets it pass.
When he's done with his list, he puts it on the table. It's all very reasonable, and takes into consideration a balanced diet. No reason to not take care of his self while they're here.
Angelo will be checking the state of the house later on, and exploring where he can, just to familiarize himself with everything else. No better time to start than the present, after all.