[video, ota]

[rightcall]

( When you're used to being by yourself in the world you're from, it's about a hundred times harder to try to address a whole network of people on the other side, but. She needs to. The camera turns on, and it shows Clementine in the dining room. There are two cork boards behind her. )

So. Hey.

I know everyone's on edge with the recent murder, but. Yeah. ( It doesn't have the same effect on her as it does most, but that's kinda cause she's fucked up and it's hard to shake her up at all. But she can feel everyone on edge, and no one seems to be close to figuring out what the hell happened, not that she's deep involved in investigating. She wanted to put up these boards cause there's a lot of stuff she wants to learn, and if she doesn't do it now, she won't ever do it. So here she goes. ) We're all stuck here, but maybe there's something you want to learn or you can teach others.

Like how to play the piano or violin, how to read or write or type, how to do first aid, how to paint or draw, or how to do cool science shit. Gardening, carpentry, sewing, cooking...

Something like that.

I put up these boards in the dining room so you can do that. This board's for offering up lessons. This board's for finding someone who can teach you what you want. Just... since there's a murderer around and it's either a mirror or one of us... or a resident, I guess, maybe make sure to schedule your lessons in a public place and tell someone where you're going.

And keep a weapon on you, and if you don't know how to use one of those, maybe seek some lessons in that. ( deep sigh before she mutters mostly to herself: ) I did a great fucking job selling this.

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[keephersafe]

I'll take the tips.

[He tries a smile. It mostly works, and it's genuine and warm and manages not to be ghoulish despite his pallor and the still slightly-Dead indicators in his features.]

I only know the basics, too.

[rightcall]

( Clementine doesn't quite smile back, but she does smirk. It's something when it comes to her. He says he'll take the tips, and she believes him. )

So I'm guessing you're slow?

( Or not as fast as he'd like to be at least. )

[keephersafe]

[R laughs. It's not too much of a laugh - a breathy sound of amusement from someone who hasn't quite got the hang of making it after not being able to for quite some time - but it's a laugh.]

Was... Dead for a while. Not sure how long. Forgot a lot of things.

['Slow' is a word for it.]

I'm okay now. Just... things are taking a long time to come back.

[rightcall]

( Her smirk widens at the sound that resembles laughter and then she shakes her head, cause she can't imagine what that's like. She died here once, but it's not the same- not by a long shot. )

That must be frustrating as hell.

( It would frustrate her at least. )

[keephersafe]

Uh... yeah. Sometimes.

[He makes that noise again, though it seems more like a laugh this time, finding some fullness of sound in the back of his throat before it makes its way out.]

I want to say things, but... my head goes faster than my mouth.

[rightcall]

Better than someone whose mouth goes faster than their head.

( That's what gets people in trouble. )

[keephersafe]

[The young man chuckles again. A few names come to mind that would fit that particular description, and he doesn't have fond memories of any of them.]

Yeah. Wouldn't mind... something in the middle of both, though. Think people get tired of waiting... for me to finish a thought.