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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire [OTA]
What: Bopping around the ship, taking care of errands
Where: Library, Cabins, Windjammer, Various
When: Early October
Warnings: None Yet
Pick your poison, name your desire [Library]
It took some time to decide where exactly he'd work on Grace's suit. Though the lounge in Bobby B's is comfortable, he doesn't want the smell of cigars to permeate the fabric, not when it's so new and fresh and wonderfully pressed. Stan the Man would have been too crowded and noisy, the Atrium too open. What had sold him on the library was the presence of open tables and the soft hum of the alchemy engine.
Measure twice, cut once. It's an especially important mantra to follow when you have so little material to spare. Old muscle memory finds its way into his fingers as he works, and, steadily, the ensemble begins to come together.
He's engrossed in his work, but considering he's working in a public place, he's not about to shoo out anyone else who comes in.
I'm a great many things, but I'm not liar [Closed for Giles]
It's about a week into October when the magician comes a'knocking.
"Giles, it's Maxwell. I've run into a bit of a problem."
Despite your rage, despite your ire [Near Cabin 105]
Around midday, early in October, Maxwell can be seen entering, and very shortly after, emerging from Cabin 105- Grace and Valdis' cabin. He knocked first, then entered when there was no response... unless there was. Though he did try very deliberately to come by when he knew Ms. Grace would be out.
He doesn't make much of a deal about it, and he doesn't have a look on his face like he knows he's doing anything untoward or unusual.
Well, curiosity killed the cat, but since when did cats care about death taxes?
I'll be dancing around your pyre [Windjammer]
It's occurred to him that, given how food doesn't spoil and the depths of the Tommy Bahama are infinite, he probably shouldn't forego packing provisions for his eventual safari with Higgsbury. He knows the outing is inevitable now- the gift of a couple of very familiar pith hats from Sundries has convinced him of as much- and he wants to be as prepared as possible, given the scientist's lingering apprehensions.
He's packing a lot of bacon and eggs, an odd choice for a field mission. Perhaps there's something better and less greasy that he could be stuffing into his basket?
And our old grudges we'll retire [Wildcard]
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"Grasping shadows- in the world I come from, shadows are an extension of a great and unfathomable intellect. While those shadows can form full creatures, they often choose to form simple limbs to perform simple task. A grasping shadow is simply a disembodied arm made of corporealated umbral essence."
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It feels rather familiar in a way that makes her posture shift slightly. "I saw something similar in a dream. Which is rather unusual as Hosts do not dream. We are programmed with the concept and understanding of dreams so that should a memory of things in our loops somehow pop up, we could explain it away as a dream and not real life." But perhaps that is confusing. "There was a man on a throne that spoke of something and I rather think I died once more. Though, I have to give credit for its being different from the previous."
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"I see. It isn't your place to educate me on this, but perhaps you might clarify- how might I distinguish a Host from an Omnic? Or is a Host a type of Omnic? Or... an Omnic a type of Host? I only know what I've been told not to call someone of the... artifice persuasion. I'm rather baffled as to what the correct terms actually are."
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She can't say she fully comprehends how Host and Omnic would be in terms of things. "I guess what I'm saying is I do not mind being called an Omnic, android, or whatever. So if one is preferrable to you or it's easier to remember one as opposed to many, I will not correct you or feel disgruntled about it. As long as you treat me as a person, it doesn't matter."
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Suddenly, something else he said hits him belatedly.
"You mentioned that you saw animate shadows in your dreams? Dreams that are... uncharacteristic simply by their presence?"
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"Yes. I think so, anyway. We don't dream. Not really. At least since I have awoken, I have not had a single dream. I can sleep like humans, but it isn't necessary. Much like eating. But those things were...unusual. We do not have anything like that where I'm from, so I know it was nothing about Westworld."
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"I saw you in the Throne Room..."
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"You were trapped by these shadows? And the throne? I am sorry if my choices negatively impacted you. I wasn't sure what was the right choice, but even if I'd died, I would have preferred to be free and I have been fighting for freedom since my world. It didn't seem right to let you stay caged when you seemed so unhappy with the situation as it was."
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