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.

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[makesomedeals]

"I've already offered my assistance in scouting the Tommy Bahama for Jade, I believe I've hit my quota on helpful reconnaissance." And even that was stretching the teaspoon of helpfulness he possesses.

"I'm sure they'd welcome the additional perspective. There is something to be said about so many differing perspectives analyzing the same things, your experience will allow you to see things that others may miss." He glances over at her, red eyes piercing, "Why do you think you won't be the one to discover it?"

[millay]

"Is it because it somehow seems to go on forever?" She's not sure she'd believe it if she hadn't come from a place with such detailed simulations. Not that they let her explore it, truly. Even their simulations had loops.

"If the actual detectives are having trouble, why should I have any less?" Additionally, she is not certain she has the skill to figure it out. "And whatever's running this show would have to let us figure out anything terribly important." There's another frown. "And it took me too long to realize about Serac and Rehoboam." She should have realized sooner.

[makesomedeals]

"Yes, he was wondering if there was any cadence to it. So I walked straight back down an aisle for exactly an hour to see if anything changed. It didn't. I'm not sure if that information is at all helpful, but maybe it would have been if there had been anything to find. Like perhaps eventually the clothes ran out and it was empty at a certain point." He shrugs, he's not sure what there could have been, but it didn't really matter since what he discovered was a whole lot of nothing.

"Because you don't know what you're looking for. In my experience those are the people who always stumble across the answers."

[millay]

Maeve hasn't let herself get too lost in the store, so it's curious enough that it does, in fact, go on for as long as it seems to. She's not sure what the information helps either, but it exists, so that's something, she supposes. Seemingly a useless something, but that's not for her to say.

"But if we don't know what we're looking for, how are we going to see the answers?" A pause. "But everyone here technically counts as someone that doesn't know what they're looking for." That's the frustrating part.

[makesomedeals]

"True. Perhaps we won't and then when the end presents itself we'll all realize we knew the answers the whole time and feel extremely frustrated. That seems like something the Captain would enjoy." He sighs a soft huff, because now that he's spoken it out loud, that's probably going to come to pass.

"Assuming there's an end point anyway. And we don't just slowly all get drained dry and left as husks."

[millay]

That does seem more likely. It wasn't like she knew everything happening even in Westworld. But she knew more of what she was looking for there. Or at least she was given the information she needed.

"I hope that's not the case. I hope we can find our way home or at least find a way to keep from being drained." She lets out a slow breath, one that she doesn't even need to take, really. It's just habit now. "I never thought I'd prefer Delos to to anything. Yet, here I am."

[makesomedeals]

"I wonder how we'll notice it's even happening. People tend to simply disappear and I presume that's them being replete of energy and entirely consumed by whatever magic it is the Captain does." Or well, something like that. He doesn't know how magic works.

"I hate magic. I know I've said that previously, but it bears repeating." He really really does. "I think the terrible situation you know is always going to be preferable to the one you don't. At least you have a base understanding and context."

[millay]

She doesn't like the sound of that. If disappearing was the result of being used up, she wonders what that means. "I don't know very much of magic," she says after a moment. "But I dislike the idea of it causing someone to disappear entirely."

Maeve studies Max for a moment. "I'm not sure I hate all magic," she says after a moment. "Someone...used magic to turn a drawing into something tangible." Like a little piece of something she's missing. "But I understand your stance." And that is the truth of it. "At least there I knew what to do," she says with a sigh. "Here, it's all...up in the air."

[makesomedeals]

"I suppose it's possible there's a storage locker somewhere on board with desiccated corpses neatly stacked in rows, but it seems far more likely that they simply cease to be. Or become like the invisible entities that haunt this place." Huh, he'd never thought of that.

"Also draining people like batteries was told directly to someone by the Captain himself, which means it also might be a lie. But I tend to believe him, he has no reason to lie when the truth is far more traumatic."

Max is nowhere near as charitable as she is, though maybe he'd reconsider if he suddenly had the ability to shoot icicles out of his hands or telekinetically throw things.

"Anything we do may further doom us instead of save us, or the reverse. At any moment. That's probably what he wants, us demoralized into inaction so he can toy with us better."

[millay]

Maeve nearly laughs at that. "Well, if it's anything like Delos, then I guess there could be. Wouldn't be the first time." Unlikely to be the last.But the second part? Well, she doesn't know. Perhaps it is something like that. She wonders idly if it is two separate sets of people on a ship trying to make contact with one another in odd ways.

She frowns at that. "I suppose it's possible." But she knows less than he does on this matter and whoever the person is that Max heard it from.

"Without knowing the truth of him, I guess we aren't really going to be able to know what will doom us or save us, but I don't think I could keep from doing something. At least now." She can't speak for later.

[makesomedeals]

"They kept the corpses? Or do you mean of the beings like you? Omnics in my world like myself are often stored on hanging lines like dry cleaning. So I shouldn't be surprised if something were to do the same with humans. It would just be significantly more disgusting because they rot; I can't imagine what a corpse storage room would smell like."

He's imagining horrific, he's not fond of the smell of blood. It's metallic in the wrong ways.

"I'm hoping there's something more tangible to be done. I don't like all this waiting around and monotonous existence."

[millay]

"I don't know what they did with the corpses once we were able to kill the humans. I haven't been back." She shrugs. "But they keep us. Usually just there beneath the park. "We can decompose similar to humans, but not if we're kept cool." They are very biologic after all.

She understands the feeling. "If I could tap into this ship and short circuit everything, I would, but so far I'm having a little trouble with it." She sighs. "If I notice anything particularly strange, however, I will let you know."

[makesomedeals]

He nods, "Thank you. Should I find anything useful I will do the same."

They live in the same room afterall, not that Max uses it that frequently. "I'd wish you a pleasant evening, but since they're all basically the same, it seems rather pointless."

[millay]

Maeve smiles. “That’s fair. I’m sure it will be well enough either way. Enjoy yours if you can.” A beat. “Are you coming back to the room later or still out and about as usual?”

[makesomedeals]

"I'm probably coming back, there's only so much aimless walking I can do before I bore myself." He sighs, never has he actually wanted to sleep before. Curse this place and the horrible things it makes him think.

"Unless you want the room to yourself?"

[millay]

She shakes her head. "No. I think I could stand the company."

[makesomedeals]

His voice is warm as he responds, "Than I shall see you later."