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- You'll get 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' stuck in your head for the next week.
- You will find a turtle in your laundry.
- Just go sleep on the couch tonight. You don't want to know why.
- Hide it, no one saw!

[ Like everyone else, Lightning wasn't really sure what to think about the odd message that showed up at the front of her journal recently, but it's fairly late in the evening before she makes an appearance on there too-- publicly, without even any filters in place to exclude certain people! An unusual decision perhaps, but... here she is anyway, looking as mildly annoyed as ever as she brushes hair from her face and frowns deeply. Her words are clipped and serious. ]

A few things.

Anyone care to explain the reasoning - if any - of this experiment? [ A beat. ] Actually, I'd just like to know if there's a pattern between the words listed at the top and the sort of guidelines everyone's getting beneath them. Is there anyone looking into this?

[ No, she doesn't understand the concept of a zodiac or the point of astrological horoscopes, shut up. Something like that is a little difficult when nobody else from your world has seen stars or even the real sun in five centuries, you know!

But in any case. ]

Second, does anyone have information on something that's called... [ Another slight pause, this one perhaps a bit embarrassed? Naaaah. ] 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'?

... Third, this creature...

[ And here is where she leans aside slightly, rustling in what's apparently an 'off-screen' cardboard box a moment before she lifts this handsome beastie up- just long enough for the journal to capture the slow, cautious paddle of its legs in the air, as well as the pink-haired woman's dubious expression as she stares at it.

Then-- nothing, save for a soft sigh. Even though something's obviously eating at her about this, apparently that's all she can think of to say on the matter before giving up and just setting her journal aside to wait for any responses.

Also, to continue moping on the couch, with roughly half a dozen blankets around her. ]

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It's a turtle!

[ Looooong pause. You might say the silence is audible in itself, even, because while usually that would mean she hasn't gotten around to picking up her journal again or whatever-- no, she's there, and she's judging you, Yukito. ]

Does this animal look like it can swim to you?

Edited 2011-11-27 05:17 (UTC)

'The Devil went Down to Georgia' is a song from my world about an...evil entity trying to make a bet with a musician where the musician will be sure to lose and have to give his soul to the Devil. The musician manages to beat the devil with superioir skill, though.

...I can play it if you really want me to.

Edited 2011-11-27 05:43 (UTC)

... I see.

[ She can't decide if that sounds stupider than what she was imagining from the scant eight syllables of the thing's lyrics she's already got a hold of: the title. ]

I already knew it's a song. I just-- don't know the words.

[Here's another pause, but it's because he's confused.]

Does it matter if it can swim?

...oh! Did you find it in water somewhere?

... No. [ Thankfully, she found it before it got the chance to go swimming with her underthings in the washer! ] And yeah, that pretty much makes all the difference?

[ Confusing, isn't she? Not that she cares right now- he should totally know this already! ]

Really? Why is that?

[See, now you've gone and made him curious.]

[As much as Robert is busy with... various baking things, an appearance of a chelonian tends to grab his attention.

So have a bright-eyed, more confident - and much dirtier - scientist peering over at your journal, Lightning.]

... A testudine...? H-How did that happen, Sergeant Farron...?

[He doesn't sound quite as awkward as usual, either!]

[ Robert. You are weird. ]

... 'Testudine?'

[ Funny... that doesn't sound like tortoise or turtle. ]

It is the... s-scientific name for the order that encompasses turtles and tortoises...

[In other words, it's a general-purpose term. Though he would not have identified this particular individual as a turtle. There's a pretty clear difference!]

Because I looked it up. [ Yet another significant pause, apparently in preparation for finally bringing the Truth to light here. ] This is a tortoise. Not a turtle.

Fire's on the mountain, run boy, run. Ain't right without a fiddle, and no, I don't play, Sugar. Even if I am from Georgia, myself.

...you looking at keeping the turtle, by chance?

Oh, I see.

[He pauses for a moment to consider that fact.]

Is it your pet?

[ There isn't really much of an answer from Lightning for that right off, though perhaps if Robert listens particularly close he might catch a soft "Right" muttered in exasperation under her breath. By now she's pretty acclimated to the eclectic variation in viewpoints and such of the other residents... so she doesn't even think twice about the fact that she has very little idea what the heck he means there before just disregarding it for the moment. ]

This one is a tortoise.

[ He knows, Lightning, he knows. But. It had to be said. ]

[Zack's watching from the doorway, puzzled for a while. Lightning on the couch... blankets all over... humming... and...

...What the hell is in the box...?

Okay, wandering over now. This is suspiciously weird.]

What's with the turtle?

... Come again?

[ Lightning's never really been one for suffering that kind of attitude from those talking to her-- at least not for long. As such, the derision is pretty apparent in her heavy, slow tone.

Still, she can't help but add on a beat later: ]

It's not a turtle.

[ Lightning looks up sharply when he nears, shoulders tensing as her hands close and tighten on the cover of her journal. If it were entirely up to her, no, she wouldn't make him like the dozenth person she's corrected so far, and yet... ]

It's a tortoise, not a turtle.

No. I just found it a few hours ago.

[ The spot in her life for a pet? Already very much filled, thanks anyway. She doubts this thing even does much in the way of useful pet mannerisms anyway, regardless of it... probably being a lot less likely to steal her socks than her dog. What a bore. ]

Edited 2011-11-28 03:42 (UTC)

Yes, though... the e-exact species I am uncertain about.

... I am, er, m-more familiar with turtles... [For several reasons.]

[Why she cares so strongly about the turtle/tortoise thing if it isn't her pet or anything is a little puzzling, but all right. It isn't like Yukito cares very strongly either way. He's just confused.]

Did you find it in the water?

[He has no idea why, but really, how rude!]

Lyrics to the song you asked about, Sugar. Music's done mostly with a fiddle, the song's all about the fiddling.

Reptile, with a shell. You keeping it?

No.

[ New game: just how many times is she going to say 'no?' Stay tuned to find out! ]

[ Yes, yes, she remembers that-- er, person she'd met hanging out with him some time ago, and chances are she's seen the Turtles numerous times since then, too...

She falls silent. This isn't really a conversation she'd normally be having, so... suddenly, she's not sure where to go from there, regardless of the fact that he'd asked a question that she left unanswered. ]

[ Sometimes it seems even the best of politeness isn't enough to please her, honestly. Heaven help you if you get off on the wrong foot to begin with. ]

I haven't heard it. [ DESPITE IT PLAYING CEASELESSLY IN HER HEAD. ]

... Doubt it.

[Ooh, he knows this game! It's like talking to Yue.]

So... why do you have a tortoise, then, if it isn't your pet?

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