Liberi Reader

Morning, everyone! The weather's not bad at all today, wouldn't you say, Uncle Oliver?

Oh, it's you. I was just asking, who else could it be knocking at the crack of dawn? But it's a gloomy day today no matter where you look. What's to appreciate?

Any time it's not raining is good weather. That's what you get in County Hillock. For that matter, how do you know the day's not going to turn clear skies?

Fine, you've got me there. Shredder, you stop dilly-dallying. We haven't got anyone dropping in, it's just Janie, daily ditcher.

You're one to talk. Shredder, you come over here with us.

I brought you a yuccoffee pie today, and some shortbread. Da sent me some tea last week, so I've brought that too. Uncle Oliver, is there any evaporated milk left?

Leftovers started molding ages ago. That bloody man—never remembers to go buy any.

Isn't it your turn on the shopping? Or am I hallucinating, somehow?

Fred! Will! We need your thoughts too!

Alright, alright, it's not worth crying over this little spilled milk. Look, what's this? Fresh new evaporated, and some cheese too. Picked them up along the way from the morning market. Here, you can have them.

Hee-hee, I've wanted to try making milk tea for forever now. I think you'll like it at least, Uncle Oliver.

Ah, still no one more considerate than you, Janie. Will, you'd better learn well. At least don't start acting like that man next to you with Shredder for a codename.

This shortbread tastes delicious... ooh, right, Miss Willow, isn't your senior officer going to get on your case for running here every day to bring us breakfast?

The Victorian Army's rules are a fair deal strict, if I recall.

Ah... you don't need to worry about that. I'm a guard of honor, I'm only good for big events or recruitment drives. They don't have much use to put me to—the Sergeant Major wouldn't even think about me most of the time.

Besides, it's not like I don't do anything proper.

Every morning when I get up, the first thing I do is pull this banner off its support.

While I wait for the flour to ferment and the coffee to brew, I'll straighten out the creases bit by bit.

Once the shortbread's done, that means I have to wash the flour off me. It takes time for my hair to dry naturally, and that's the perfect time to care for the flagpole, and let it shine like brand new.

Uncle Oliver, don't rush to pick up your tea yet—it's still too hot.

For a complete morning, everything needs to glow gorgeous, no exceptions. Only then can I bring joy to you all—that's my life's creed.

What's the pie like today, Shredder? Want any more?

Perfect... Just like every day before.

Really? Let me try some too... seems I put a little too much sugar in. I'll make sure to watch out for that tomorrow.

Well, I'm not going to tell you off for being lazy like they do now, Miss Willow.

—Janie. That's what everyone calls me.

Alright, er... Miss Jane. My honest fear's that they'll want me spending every morning as amply as you do.

No need for that. I'm not like any of you, there's only so much I can do for the people here. Hm... I think the tea's about the right temperature now. Just make sure to stir it a little before you drink—

Yagh!

You sent the ball flyin' again, Craig!

......

I'll go get it.

Oh, poo... it went in the building.

If you actually hit any of the grown-ups, then, then you're in for it! Last time, didn't Carol get...

*Huff*, *huff*... Someone's come out, let's run!

Uh...

Whose ball is this?

Um...

Is it yours?

Craig... Craig, come on, run! Forget the ball...

No... that ball's left by my da...

If you're too shy about it, I won't hand it back. Come on, hold your hand out.

......

Are... Are you gonna beat me?

Why would I beat you, now?

Your clothes got dirty.

Eh, that's just me being careless. It's no matter.

All the other grown-ups like you, they don't care if it wasn't me who got them dirty.

They always beat us. But not with their hands, they kick us instead. And they shout all loud, to scare us off.

*Sigh*.

That means they're definitely not your friends.

Do you live around here? I think I've spotted you before. Doesn't your ma sell apples at the crack of every dawn, down the alley in District Seventeen nearby?

Your family's apples are scrumptious. Not too crisp, but still very, very sweet. Perfect for making apple butter and spreading onto bread.

How about this? I'll put the ball on the windowsill here, and you come pick it up, okay?

Eh?

Hold on, slow down, I've got tea on my hands, it's gotten your hair all wet. Let me wipe that for you.

Um...

I'm Janie. What's your name?

I'm...

Craig! It's your ma lookin' for you. Quick, you've gotta go!

Got into a commotion outside?

Children playing ball.

Those bunch of rotters, all higgledy-piggledly in the street first thing in the morning. I bet it was them who broke that last windowpane, too.

Haha... children, you know? I broke the man next door's flowerpots when I was young, and my da really gave me a talking-to for that.

You laid hands on that boy.

Just now? Yeah, if I didn't wipe his hair clean, it'd be sticky all day.

His father passed away, half a year ago. Poor bloke, caught Oripathy.

There's a lot—'cause of that—won't dare touch him.

Oh...

Workers, fairly strapped for cash. That Oriron byproduct processing plant has a partnership, with Aneca. But they don't give the full amount of prophylactics.

It's normal for you—to hesitate. In their neighborhood, it's about one in five houses, turning out to have Oripathy patients.

They care for another, in a sense. If those soldiers weren't here...

Shredder! You've lost track.

It's alright... you're just stating the facts. I've heard how... my coworkers treat the Oripathy-sick... no, not just the sick, they've got the wrong idea about all of the residents.

I... I don't think the same way. We're all Victorians, aren't we? Their days might be hard on them, I—I understand full well. But I hope for them to live a little happier too.

What do you think... Should I have been even better to that child?

...Don't force yourself.

What's the long faces for? I'll bring the playing cards out. Wasn't it you who suggested a spot of tea with cards, Miss Jane?

Yes. Will's right, the sun's poking out for once in a while. Let's not waste the good weather.

Take a seat, everyone. I'll pour you all some more tea; there's still plenty left in the pot.

Is that me who's won again?

It's too early to be full of yourself. You're on shift tonight.

What? How's it me again?!

Not clicking? That was our stakes! Whoever won at cards is on broom duty, file sorting, buying us all afternoon tea...

Can I get a redeal?

Uncle Oliver, your jokes are putting Will in tears again.

Isn't that the fun of a game of cards? Ha-ha-ha-ha!

One small tip—next time you try second dealing, remember to watch behind you.

What—?! Who's talking?

And on a side note, the tea's an excellent brew.

H—Hello! Who might you be?

(She came in suddenly, and none of us noticed her...)

They call me Outcast, my young Vouivran beauty.

I'm sorry I tasted your tea without asking. Seeing as I rushed all the way over here, I hope you won't mind too much.

I...

F... Feel—feel free. If you haven't eaten breakfast yet, would you like to try some pie I baked? It might be a little sweet...

I'd love to. Everybody who knows me knows I love sweets—especially the Victorian kind. You got it baked like this to fancy, adorable perfection.

Haha... Thank you for the encouragement, Lady Outcast.

—Outcast. Nobody calls me a Lady, really. I'm more of that 'Lass' type.

—!

I—I know who you are! I remember now... Will! C-Clean the table up, quick—

I thought you'd be here two days later... Last message, you said you'd just passed the border.

Couldn't help it, I haven't been to Victoria in a decade. Some parts are a bit more crowded, but just like me, the years are starting to show in a few places.

If I hadn't hitched a ride the wrong way in County Peninsula, we would've met last night.

*cough* Ahem, your understanding, please. County Hillock's not the biggest spot on the map, and we rarely get elite operators at our branch office here.

Last time I was out near Minos on field work, I met Stormeye—that was two years ago, already.

Elite operator? Just the name sounds like a force to be reckoned with.

—Rhodes Island gives different work to different people, that's all. Besides, I'm pretty much just a civil servant now. I only came to County Hillock to fetch some data.

You're too modest.

On the topic of data, did you want to see our finance forms first, or the ledger for our inventory in/out and stock this half... (Hints to Will)

Hold your beasties.

We're not THAT pressed for time. No need to hurl a starving girl like me straight into work. It's only fair to let me steal a breather here and there, right?

Haha... I can sympathize greatly.

Hope I haven't disrupted your little R&R here.