02 | video (backdated to the 27th)

[fistofthejoestar]

[the video opens to the sound of the Thanksgiving dog show in the background and Jonathan settled contentedly on the couch, clad inexplicably in a turtleneck featuring the four Pac-Man ghosts. he smiles cheerfully.]

This isn't my holiday, but I hope that everyone who celebrates has been having a good time. I'm not entirely certain what purebred dogs have to do with being thankful, but I'm certainly grateful for the opportunity to watch them.

I never realized that dogs would be among the things that had changed in the future, but I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise. People are always looking to improve their breed however they can.

Perhaps it's a bit childish, but owning a dog again is one of the things I'm looking forward to most when I finally feel able to leave the government housing. It's been a while since I've had a pet.

[he scratches his cheek, the smile becoming a tad nostalgic for a moment of two. the television announces the start of judging for the hound group and he shakes himself out of it easily with a roll of the shoulders.]

Ah, but I hadn't meant to simply chatter away about inanities! I've been thinking about this for a bit, and I wanted to ask someone who was more experienced in the matter - how does finishing one's education work here?

There's no way I could prove my qualifications, after all, but I'd like to finally graduate if at all possible. It's the principle of the thing.

[finally completing his degree feels kind of like a symbolic closing of the worst chapter of his life, even if in Heropa that wasn't technically true. and it would give him a little more confidence in perhaps looking for a job actually related to his field of interest.]

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[motherfucked]

[ She… is not the type of person that gets called Miss Jessica. ]

Probably easier the second time around, right.

[fistofthejoestar]

[get used to it, that shit ain't going anywhere]

I'm certainly hoping so! There were a few classes that I'm not sure I could pass a second time without a great deal of luck.

[motherfucked]

What are you studying?

[fistofthejoestar]

Archaeology. My primary interest has always been Mesoamerican cultures, but my old university made sure we were functionally knowledgeable about all the classic civilizations.

[motherfucked]

I guess that is old fashioned.

Um.

[fistofthejoestar]

[he laughs]

I don't think the study of the past has ever been considered cutting edge by most people. But is it still really that uncommon of an interest?

[motherfucked]

Hey, I dig up dirt all the time.

[ That was bad. Bad joke. Bad. ]

[fistofthejoestar]

[hey, Jonathan seems to think it's funny]

In that case you ought to contact a museum. I've heard they can pinpoint exact dates from that these days.

[motherfucked]

Nah. I'm a private investigator. Or, um, I was. Before I got here.

It was a really bad joke and we could both pretend it never happened.

[fistofthejoestar]

If you wish...although I thought it was rather funny. [but Jonathan never argues with a lady, so he obligingly drops it]

Were you truly a private investigator? That must have been quite exciting.

[motherfucked]

[ That he thought it was funny sort of confirms it was a bad joke. No offense! ]

I was. It sounds exciting, but mostly it's a lot of internet searches and waiting around. They make it look more badass in the movies.

[fistofthejoestar]

[xcuse u you've only known him for five minutes!!]

I can't say that I've seen any to compare against. But I think that most jobs end up being glamorized in some fashion; research is hardly thrilling when you're doing it yourself, let alone reading about someone else's.