It never got less strange, showing anyone just a bare face

[millay]

Who: Maeve and YOU
What: Contemplation, a minor injury, stuff
When: Post camping June times
Where: Topy, the deck, wherever
Warnings: Injury, Westworld as a whole, will update as needed



I. Topy | OPEN

Maeve's decided to celebrate - rather tamely, but still a celebration - her return from the ship with a drink and some crafts. She's gotten quite a few art supplies from the craft place at camp. She wasn't sure what crafting supplies existed on the ship outside of potentially paper. So now she didn't have to worry.

She knew, somewhat, that the Captain knew a lot about them, but now she's seen it first hand. It wasn't a lot, but she gets the feeling he was just throwing a touch in to show her that he did know. She's uncomfortable with the power held over her. So she's sipping at her whiskey, trying to enjoy the fact that she is not dead while also trying to figure out how to address the truth of home.

But tonight she's focusing on something a little less troubling and trying to have fun with it. Even if her art is, well, quite unfortunate.

She's working hard to try to sketch a picture of Hector's hat. A little something of his she could hang up or at least keep in her room. She looks up as someone enters. "Care to join me? I figure we're all due for a drink and some art." Even if they did just do a week's worth of arts and crafts already.

II. Deck | OPEN

Maeve wants some sunlight without the blinding sun of the pools. So she's taken to the deck. She walks for a little while before pausing in a spot of sunlight. She feels much like a cat, just taking it in, hands on the railings.

She's quietly humming a song from the Mariposa. She doesn't quite know the name, but she remembers the tune of it and it reminds her of a time before everything seemed to go sideways. She misses not knowing in a way that she can't quite explain, but that doesn't mean she'd go back to being an unknowing puppet. It's just easier to not know. Ignorance really is bliss.

III. Wildcard - If you have another idea, hit me up or surprise me. You can really just go for it. She's going to be out and about all over. You can find her in Tauva overthinking or in the hottub or the pool with fruity drinks. You can message me on discord at kingdonkey#6187 if you have something particular you wanna run with.

Comments

[decohere]

"You said your... project was a study of humanity, somehow? Maybe we're being studied. Put through different scenarios, looking for certain outcomes... I imagine you weren't created with the purpose of being self aware. That would go against..." anything ethical really, but that didn't seem to be the concern. "Maintaining control. But you certainly seem to be now. How did that occur? What changed?"

What she knows of Westworld was creating an environment to allow humans to do what they wanted, live out fantasies without consequence or the guilt. Is this place somehow the same? If they simply come back from the dead the next day, as if nothing at all happened.

[millay]

"I believe so, yes. From what I understand." She didn't understand much on the how or the why, but it wasn't the most important thing. "Ford, in the end, I think...did intend for me to become self aware. I saw him after he died. I assume not actually him, but flickers of him left in my coding." She's also not sure how that works. But...it was something. "Something triggered it. I think a phrase. I remember Dolores saying something to me...and then everything shifted."

[decohere]

"Your... creator, then? He designed something within you, in order to... Wake you up?" It's not quite what she expected, had anticipated Maeve somehow gaining sentience on her own against their intentions. Why would they want her to wake up, if she had been designed for a single purpose. To be a puppet in a game. "But why? Why put you through all that before?"

There's pieces of Maeve's story that fit together, and parts that make no sense at all.

[millay]

Maeve nods. "I believe so, yes." She refuses to understand Ford's reasoning, so she shrugs. "I'd ask him, but he's dead. So I cannot." Dolores might have a better understanding of things as well. Once again, she is dead. She can't help her here either. "I just know it was on purpose and he claimed I was his favorite. He had given me a path to freedom, but I chose to go against it. For my daughter."

[decohere]

His favorite. Something about that makes Ava uneasy. She's not so sure she'd want any special attention. Even here, she does her best to avoid getting on the Captain's radar. But she nods, she understands going back for somebody you love, at the risk of everything else.

"Sorry if all my questions seem insensitive. It's just... I assume a man such as this Ford saw himself as some sort of god. And we're dealing with a Captain whose intentions are to become such. But I suppose if he's dead, it doesn't matter anyway."

[millay]

Maeve shrugs. "I've had worse. But yes. Even I, at first, thought the people below were gods, but I quickly realized they were just men." Ford, she was sure, saw himself above everyone. The Captain was much the same to her. "He is dead, but I'm sure he found a way to keep himself tied in all the same. He wouldn't have been able to reactivate my mesh network otherwise."

[decohere]

"Unfortunately I don't think what we're dealing with here, with the Captain, is just... a man. But he's been stuck in this cycle for hundreds of years, and yet seems unable to advance. That's unlucky for us, isn't it. Always trapped in the games of those that think they ought to control everything."

[millay]

"It would be my luck. Trapped with a mystery that wants to control everything. To what end?" Maeve can't answer that. "I wish I could finally have peace."