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[quinientos]

how do you switch this thing to spanish?

[Nothing should be said about the embarrassing amount of time it's taken him to type up that message, but suffice to say, meals could be had (with dessert), flowers might wilt, and mayflys inched stoically to death. Maybe it's an exaggeration, but it doesn't really feel that much of one to him]

Comments

[acuerdo]

That's messed up and sounds like the kind of thing they'd do on a reality tv show.

[he shakes his head trying to clear the thought of being on some kind of show where they put strangers in a house and force them to manipulate one another. this definitely doesn't feel like that.

does vasquez know anything about reality tv yet? if not, then he's in for a serious education.]

[quinientos]

On a what now?

[Isn't everything reality? How would it be a show, then? This is just more painful looks into what passes for the future and he's really not sure how much he likes it.]

[acuerdo]

Reality tv. Uh. Moving pictures? They record people's lives.

[this is really going to be a thing that's easier to explain by showing.]

Remind me the next time we grab a drink. I'll just show you.

[quinientos]

I feel like I'm going to need a drink. I feel like I'm going to need all the drinks to understand this place. How does everyone do it?

[acuerdo]

Maybe I'll just make it a bottle. I'm guessing it's easier if you've already been around some modern technology.

I imagine I'd be pretty lost where you're from. I don't even know how to ride a horse.

[quinientos]

Trust me, there's nothing like it. Maybe one day, I can show you, in exchange for you showing me your car.