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Current Date: February 3, 1401
Character: Adriano Areleous
Race: Human
Age: 22
Current residence: Peculiar, Erisia
I’ve always been fascinated by the way buildings were, well, built. With what was necessary to make sure they stayed upright but, on that same note, I’ve also always been fascinated by their general architecture. Mind you, I think I was sixteen when I first learned the word architecture. It wasn’t as though it was discussed all that much.
Yes, there were people with the knowledge of how to put houses and buildings together but all the buildings were made with the same basic blueprint; every house on the middle level was the same if you took away the possible finishing touches that might have been added to the house. Some were smaller, others were a little bigger—to accommodate different-sized families—but they were all the same. The houses on the upper level were the same too; they were inherently bigger because it was supposed to be the higher-tiered spot but they still were all the same. If you were familiar with one house, you could near-perfectly navigate any of the others.
It was while I was roaming underground that I found that first book on architecture. It was a relic from the older times when clearly, the world was a very, very different place and people didn’t have to deal with the blue tide every other decade and the air wasn’t poisoned—or toxic, or whatever it is. There still are days that I marvel that we’ve found this domeless spot and that the air is so crisp.
So when it did come time to fix up some of the other buildings in this new world of ours, all eyes turned to me. I tried to back out of helping them because figuring things out when I’d never even had a chance to do anything of the sort before was honestly discomforting and I was afraid of just letting them all down.
Leave it to me to be self-deprecating by trying to point out that I was sure they’d all noticed by now that I rarely ever had any idea as to what I was doing and, well, that didn’t go over so well because a good chunk of the people now living here are family and at times they know me better than I know myself. So I let myself be talked into helping and while I wasn’t really all that sure at the beginning, I guess practice does make perfect and I’ve gotten better. I’m not perfect, and I don’t think I’ll ever be, but I can sort of tell easier when the integrity of a building has been compromised and I can even explain it in a way that seems to make sense to others.
Of the few non-necessities I brought along, there were some of the books I had found years ago underground. Not all of them, as I’d honestly gotten my hands on a somewhat surprising collection, but still a good few and I’ve read them all from one end to the other during the quieter times when light is still a possibility. It’s been one of those things to get used to again, the lack of full electricity though we’ve found means and we do have some but it’s not an all-time thing and, you know, it’s not that bad.
When I stop to think about how things have changed, I have to shake my head at myself a little. I’m not going to lie, when we first started to make plans to leave the dome behind, I did think that we were going to end up just sort of barely scraping by while out here. Living out of our drop tents, hunting whatever we might have found. Survival twenty-four-seven and little more. I was still ready to do it, though; possibly because so many others of ours were, but I was willing.
I was ready to live in drop mode until we got our feet back under ourselves because that meant getting away from everything that was wrong with the dome, even if certain of these things had changed with time. I didn’t expect for us to find still viable buildings and almost-crops; I didn’t expect us to find clear, running water in enough supply that we didn’t have to worry about it. There’s just so much that I was needlessly worried about but I don’t think I can be blamed and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who was certain we’d have to rough it out while we figured ourselves out.
Now, well we’re doing good. Some days are harder than others but that was the case back in the dome too; just for different reasons. I don’t want to go back out there if we can help it and currently, we’re in what used to be the winter season in the dome and while some of the nights have been chilly, it hasn’t been cold and while we’ve seen snow near what we can see of the summit of the mountains that surround us in the distance on all side, there hasn’t been a single drop.
So, you know, I’ll take it gladly.