(backdated) Day 116

[psychoh]

-- even tell time. They've just got little...

[oh hey, that's a lovely picture of an eyeball right there. Luckily, the eyeball moves back a bit and you're treated to the head attached to it. Norman is staring at the communicator, eyes furrowed and lips in a narrow line, trying to figure out how it works.]

What are you doing? [Another head pokes in from the side of the screen. Carrie just seems incredibly nervous.] Be careful, you might break it...

I think it'd probably end up breaking me, first...

(joint intro post! :D tags will come from norman and carrie. yay.)

Comments

[lightgunhustler]

If you didn't worry before, why start now?

Just tell them what you told me. You don't need anyone else's approval.

[psychoh]

I've never had to worry about other people. It was always just me and Mother.

[a pause] And the few times it wasn't, well... People like to judge, you know?

[lightgunhustler]

Yeah, I know. They do. Sorry I was one of those people for a moment there.

[psychoh]

It's okay. [oh hey a smile that's sort of a good sign right]

So, uh, what's your name? My name's Norman.

[lightgunhustler]

[She smiles a little in reply. If he's smiling, that's encouraging. They didn't entirely get off on the wrong foot.]

It's Jo. Good to meet you.

[psychoh]

[oh wow this is really quite nice he doesn't even hear mother's screaming in his head right now so hopefully that continues]

So, you been here long?

[lightgunhustler]

A few months now, I think? Admittedly, it gets a little hard to keep track.

[Marking things down on a calendar hasn't exactly been priority number one around here.]