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[Wed Jun 16 2010 04:33:07 AM] Kichy Ten: When Pilot kneeled to get the dropped checklist, Anon's chin dropped closer to his chest, further shadowing his face and preventing the silver-haired boy from seeing it. His head lifted a bit when Pilot stood again, reaching out with a gloved hand to take the paper back. The confused greeting received a wave in response, followed by a strange hand movement - the sign way to express an apology. Though he doubted the boy knew sign language...

[Wed Jun 16 2010 04:46:53 AM] Rosie: Handing the checklist back Pilot titled his head in confusion slightly at the others continued silence. It quickly clicked in to place when the other made a weird hand sign, whilst he might not know sign language Pilot could recognize when it was being mused. Giving a slightly apologetic smile he said in reply, "Sorry, don't know more than the vowels in sign language."

[Wed Jun 16 2010 04:49:54 AM] Kichy Ten: Oh, he should have known. The only person his age that could probably know it by now...are either the ones that are mute like he was, or Victoria, who insisted they learn it. He hadn't seen Victoria since then, though. Raising his index finger in the universal gesture for 'one minute', Anon turned his torso a bit to dig into his pant pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen. Flipping to an open page, the odd-smelling boy wrote something down quickly while still managing to make it legible, and showed it to the other boy. 'Hi. Sorry 4 bumping. I'm Anon.'

[Wed Jun 16 2010 05:01:09 AM] Rosie: Reading the hastily written note Pilot gave a small shrug before reply, "Nice to meet you Anon, I'm Pilot and its all right, no harm no foul right?". As he waited to see if Anon was going to write another note he took the time to consider how inconvenient this must be for him, if someone didn't know sign language which was the majority of people he'd have to use his notes the entire time which would be a really slow conversation. Maybe there was something that Anon could use that would talk for him, Pilot was sure there was and now that his train of thought was on it he would probably look into it - maybe even make something himself, it wounded like a challenge.

[Wed Jun 16 2010 05:10:15 AM] Kichy Ten: Anon didn't right another note, he just nodded in response; he agreed, no harm no foul, but it was always polite to apologize, wasn't it? For a moment he just stared at the other boy, or it seemed like he was staring, he was certainly facing that way, but being unable to see his eyes made it difficult to truly tell. His fingers fidgeted at his sides for a moment or two, unsure of what to do or where to bring this conversation. Meeting other people was something he rarely, if ever, did...and he never was too sure on how to go about it. With the exception of Deimos, everyone else had been able to lead the conversation more or less. Instead, he lifted the checklist, pointing at it before pointing at Pilot, figuring it was as good a place as any to start.

[Wed Jun 16 2010 05:21:02 AM] Rosie: When all the other boy did was stare, or at least he thought he was staring, Pilot began to shift slightly uncomfortable, it was rather disconcerting. Not entirely sure what to do to break the moment he nearly sighed in relief when Anon pointed to their checklist and made a wild guess as to what he was getting at. "I'm doing the shop for my Mom, this is her favorite grocery store." offering the list for Anon to see if he wanted he added, "Its just got the usual stuff, though I might pick up some extra treats for myself. You?".

[Wed Jun 16 2010 05:27:50 AM] Kichy Ten: He did glance at the list that was extended to him, but it was only his shaded eyes that moved, not his hole head. Huh, they did have a couple of similar items, but on the whole they were quite different. HIS list even included a dirty magazine. Or at least it used to, until the Night shift supervisor crossed it out and smacked the person who suggested it. Not that Anon ever saw a reason for such a thing to exist, it just seemed odd to him. Gesturing for patience again, he jotted down his answer, holding the notepad out again. '4 Coworkers. Don't eat.' On the long list of things Anon couldn't or didn't need to do, Eating and Drinking were near the top. 'need help? know store well.'

[Wed Jun 16 2010 05:45:02 AM] Rosie: All though Pilot couldn't see if Anon had read the checklist he got the feeling he had and had finished reading it so whilst Anon wrote out his next note Pilot put his list away in one of his numerous pockets. Reading the note Pilot raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what he read. "Co-workers? You have a job then? And how do you get the sugar needed for respiration if you don't eat? It'd be awfully hard to photosynthesize covered like that." because of said covering for all Pilot knew Anon was a plant like under it. To the offer for help all he said was a small 'Sure' offering a small smile as well, it'd be nice to have help to get this done quicker.

[Wed Jun 16 2010 06:06:18 AM] Kichy Ten: Pilot's questions left him baffled. Respiration? Photosynthesize? He didn't know how he was this way...he just...was? He just shrugged, scribbling in his notebook as he did. 'Yes - Graveyard. Don't know, never had urge to eat or drink. Don't think organs work.' Because his heart only beat when he was scared, or his only breathed when he was sighing or overly tired, he never felt hungry or thirsty like the night shift workers explained...he never really questioned why he was this way before. The night workers didn't care or thought he was lying, but he most certainly wasn't. In a smaller font under the main body, he had written 'Why? S'it weird?' He had given Pilot enough time to read it, but the cadaver child was already on the move, heading towards one of the aisles to help him with his grocery list.

[Wed Jun 16 2010 06:16:10 AM] Rosie: A Graveyard? That sounded awesome yet kind of spooky. Reading the rest of the note he gave a thoughtful hum, pausing to think about the last question whilst they walked towards what he thought was the vegetable isle. "Well that all depends I mean its not like I know what species you are, for all I know its perfectly normal. But strictly speaking people need their organs to work to live,if you don't your probably sustained by some kind of magic, I don't know any scientific way it would work otherwise."

[Wed Jun 16 2010 06:31:13 AM] Kichy Ten: Anon tilted his head a bit, considering what he was being told. He didn't know what specie he was, either...all he knew was that he bore a striking resemblence to the cadavers one would see post-autopsy. His thoughts traced back to his earliest memories, back to the book with loose pages that he had the compulsion to bury. He paused in front of a particular vegetable table, motioning towards them; it was something he had seen on Pilot's list, and it was up to him to choose which ones he wanted and how many. While his companion shuffled through them, Anon had taken to writing again. 'Maybe. Came from book, live in graveyard...K called me Curio.' Maybe Curio meant something? He didn't recall seeing Kay or Mrrh eat...actually, Deimos never ate anything either. Odd.

[Wed Jun 16 2010 06:46:57 AM] Rosie: Looking through the zucchini Pilot picked out the ones that looks the greenest and biggest, not really sure what he was looking for. Placing them in his basket Pilot then turned to Anon and read through the note, a shocked look coming over his face. Talk about coincidences, it seemed whenever he went out he met a new one of them. Though from what he'd seen they where mostly human and still needed a working body but then again he had deadly levels of electricity going through his veins and could talk to machines in his head so maybe this was just Anon's ability, being able to live without having a working body. "That might explain a lot, I'm also a Curio, I came from a model of a space ship.".

Sangu Incarn (8:15:10 AM): A space ship? That certainly explained the gratuitous amounts of silver on the boy. He'd only seen short episodes of space ships, from when the other night shift workers were taking a break and watching science fiction movies. They had been pretty silver, if memory served. All Anon could do was nod, pondering over events, especially now that he remembered television. The other boy had been so curious about his inner workings and relied so much on science...it reminded him of those crazy scientists he would briefly see on TV, the ones that the other workers would point at and tell him that if he wasn't careful, those Doctors would get him. At first it legitimately scared him, but after a while of no crazy Doctors, it stopped being a threat and more of a funny joke. But now...perhaps that fear was resurfacing again, and Anon took a half step back but continued to stare at Pilot, pointing over to the onions, that were nearby. Though, before Pilot could get to the onions, Anon tapped his arm and held out his notepad. 'Do you live nearby?' He just had to know. For safety's sake.

ZebraTheMusical (8:25:09 AM): When Anon stepped back from him Pilot frowned in slight concern, he couldn't be sure but he suddenly got an air of wariness from him. He was about to comment but then halted when he saw the other boy was writing. Reading it he replied rather uncertainly, "No, quiet far away in fact, nearly over a kilometer. Anon are you ok?".

Sangu Incarn (8:43:08 AM): Anon slumped forward a bit in a big, silent sigh of relief. This was wonderful, the potentially crazy doctor man didn't live remotely nearby. It was perfect! The question made him startle a bit, and after a moment he rubbed the back of his hooded head shyly, nodding. Should he admit what he thought? He didn't see why not...it wasn't like he saw most people a second time. He jotted it down, then showed it to Pilot...while looking away. 'Thought you might be evil doc.'

ZebraTheMusical (8:57:13 AM): At the fact that Anon seemed so relieved that he lived far away Pilot gained a slightly affronted expression. This quickly drained away though when he read Anon's note. Paling more than should be possible for someone already so pale he swayed slightly as the last two words brought up a rather horrible memory. After a moment he managed to choke out his answer, "I- I'd never be an evil doctor! Trust me on that, I've met them before so I know the dangers.". Giving another small shudder his hand automatically went towards his eye as though to reassure himself it was still there.

Sangu Incarn (9:06:58 AM): Pilot's paling worried him...a lot. With a mild jolt of panic, Anon stepped forward, still lowering his head a bit to prevent his face from being seen, but able to get close enough to try and steady the space ship boy. He couldn't properly convey his apologies for making him so horrified, so instead he pat the other boy's arm, both trying to apologize and to try and comfort. Once Pilot was more or less steady on his own, Anon scribbled faster in his little notebook. 'SORRY! Meant more...mad scientist. Like on TV' They kind of meant the same thing to him, but apparently they were completely different.

ZebraTheMusical (9:13:26 AM): Letting out a shaky sigh Pilot blinked slowly at the note, calming down and pushing the memory of Nancy to the back of his mind again. "T- That's ok, you couldn't have known. And you don't need to worry about me going mad scientist on you, I may be an inventor but I can promise you I'd never do something like that to a fellow. 'Sides if you ask Jezebel or Patton they'll tell you I'm a Hero, goes against the code to do something like they do."

Sangu Incarn (9:24:16 AM): He didn't know of a Jezebel or Patton, so it wasn't like he could ask them about whether or not Pilot was telling the truth...but he really had no reason to not trust the other boy, and it wasn't like he looked like the type to carry around a scalpel. Grease Monkey yes, Scalpel Junkie, no. Still, he pondered over it, and wrote something else. 'Have been mistaken 4 zombie, am I villain?' Then again, if you walked past a graveyard at night to see him crawl out of a grave he had just dug, you'd probably scream too. Trying to get back on track, the odd smelling boy wandered over to the onions, looking at them to find a good one; he didn't want to touch unless he had to, in fear of leaving his less-than-pleasing scent.

ZebraTheMusical (9:30:56 AM): Immediately after reading Anon's note Pilot shook his head, he knew villains and Anon was not one. "Nah, just because you're mistaken for something scary it doesn't mean your a villain. If you want to know what makes a villain find Jezebel, she's my villainess and an expert in the making on all things villain-y. The only thing I can really say is that you'd know if you where a villain because you'd have this attitude or would have chosen to be one." then Pilot paused and considered something for a second before pulling out his own notepad and pen that he kept on him in case of sudden bursts of ideas. Jotting down a number he ripped out the page and handed it to Anon, on it was the name Jezebel and a number. "That's her phone number if your really interested, she's a curio like us, from a pair of opera glasses I believe. Never seen 'em myself.". Then Pilot appeared to start slightly when Anon walked towards the onions, he'd almost forgot he was shopping so caught up in the conversation. Looking over them Pilot picked up a few and held them up, tilting his head in silent question of if Anon thought they where any good.

Sangu Incarn (9:40:21 AM): There was a bit of relief when Pilot told him he wasn't a villain. While he was already pretty sure of that on his own, it was always nice to hear. Probably. His search of the onions was paused when he was handed a slip of paper with a name, recognizing it as a phone number...which made him rather confused. What good was a phone number to him? He'd be creepy if nothing else, calling without a voice. He was about to ask about the number when he was faced with some onions, and while he had never handled onions before, they certainly looked better than the other ones on the table, so he nodded. That worked. The Onions were tucked away in the basket, and Anon waved to catch Pilot's attention, pointing to the number that he had been given, then to his own throat, one hand moving to hold the hood down on his head, the other hooking into his turtle neck, pulling the neck part down just enough to show that the stitches from his lip down his chin extended all the way down his throat, with extra cut pieces as though someone had cut into him through an autopsy. There was no way he could call Jezebel, and he wanted to make that quite clear.

ZebraTheMusical (9:51:30 AM): After receiving the nod from Anon Pilot plopped the Onions in his basket. He was about to head towards the tomatoes when Anon stopped him and tilting his head in question he watched the small mime. Whilst he was slightly disturbed by the scars he got the message and shook his head grinning. "Yeah I know you can't use a phone but I plan to change that, can't leave a fellow Curio disadvantaged can I? I'll invent you something that can do the talking for you, might take a bit and it still won't be your own voice but that way you don't have to play charades with anyone and can use that number to find out what you want. And any other number."

Sangu Incarn (10:08:50 AM): Anon stared at Pilot, in that eerily still way of his. Pilot...was going to try and get him a voice? He hadn't really related his inability to speak as a disadvantage. Notebooks and sign language were always there to help him, and while sometimes it was rather frustrating, he had taken it as normal for him. But...the thought of getting a voice...that was both very, very scary...and very, very exciting. The hand on his head moved to hang limply at his side and the one near his neck loosened the grip on the turtle neck, to instead grip his throat, wondering how that would work. A moment of frantic thinking later, and Anon was fumbling for his notebook again, scribbling almost excitedly. 'You can do that?!' He waited impatiently for Pilot to see it, before taking the book back to add another note. 'Did you need anything from me?'

ZebraTheMusical (10:20:19 AM): It was Pilot's turn to be the flustered one as he wondered if he'd broken the other boy from his suddenly still behavior. Because of this Pilot was slightly startled and jerked back a bit at the frantic movements. Reading the note quickly and then pausing before answering to read the next Pilot made sure to reply fast because his promise seemed to really excite the other boy, not that he could blame him, if he was mute and was suddenly offered a way to talk he'd be like this too. "Oh yeah sure, it wouldn't be your voice exactly but there are devices that will speak aloud anything you type into them like a voice and with a bit of tinkering I'm sure I could get one that would read the sentences straight from your mind, though that one would take a while of research. It'd be in essence a voice without the need of a voice box. Or oxygen and working lungs for that matter." to the last part of Anon's scribble he paused in thought for a moment before saying slowly, "Not right at this moment, I have to do the research first on the technology and then figure out what requirements and materials I would need but sure later on how exactly you'd like the device set up and what you'd like the voice to sound like."

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ZebraTheMusical (8:31:17 AM): Giving a thoughtful hum about the note Pilot nodded and smiles slightly, "Yeah, sure. No harm in starting to think about it now, though I have to warn you this'll take a while so don't expect anything too soon.". At the wave to stay in Produce Pilot nodded and went about gathering the rest of the vegetables and the fruit that was on the list. Pilot did in fact notice when Anon returned but this was purely because despite his mostly deadness he did still have a buzz, though much fainter than others. Finishing picking out the apples he turned around and helped Anon get all the things in the basket. Looking over it all he said, "I think that's all of it, do you want me to help you with yours?"

Sangu Incarn (8:49:26 AM): Waiting he could do. He did it all the time. Once Pilot had all of his groceries, the hooded boy tilted his head when the offer was returned. Did he need help? Not really. Even though they made him a list, it was mostly all the same things. Different kinda of chips, jerky and soda (and the crossed off dirty magazine)...nothing he really needed help with, but if it meant hanging around a kid his own age for a little longer...yeah, he could pretend. Nodding, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his checklist, holding it out to Pilot with a gloved hand. His free hand was pointing elsewhere, indicating that they needed to go that way. While he let Pilot have the list, he scribbled something in his notebook, lingering around the silver one to show him. 'Live and work in the graveyard nearby. Awake at night. Can come visit if want.'

ZebraTheMusical (9:03:02 AM): Looking down Anon's list Pilot paused at the crossed out item, brows furrowing in confusion. "...What's a dirty magazine?". Pilot could be so naive sometimes. Reading the other note Pilot gave a smile and extended a similar offer, "I'll make sure to drop by sometime, if you want you can come by my place as well." saying that he got out his notebook again and scribbled it down. Handing it over he added, "Though don't come by too late, Mom gets a bit cranky when she realizes I've stayed up past midnight."