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come_sailaway2022-10-20 04:10 pm
astrogator) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-20 04:10 pm
[OTA] Looking for answers
Who: Arilanna Tayrey and OPEN - meet the newbie!
What: Looking for logic on an illogical ship
When: Late October
Where: Various places (general catch-all intro post)
i. O my fair North Star (outside, on deck)
[Accustomed to second-shift as she is, Lieutenant Tayrey works best at night. She's up on deck, starboard side, and a fair amount of her time is spent pacing back and forth, back and forth, as if she owns the place. She's thinking. She's trying to puzzle all this out. When she's not pacing, she's tapping at her slate computer, or leaning over the side, holding out a black rectangular box. Or she's making marks on paper, some sort of chart. Once or twice, she seems to be using a genuine, old-fashioned sextant, wherever she managed to get hold of that.
She's not interested in the sea, or where the ship is headed. No, the way she'll get her bearings is by charting the stars - but no matter what method she tries, there's something decidedly odd about them.
Do come and join her, but try not to disrupt her concentration! She might not be too happy if you do.]
ii. A little bit stronger (the gym)
[Ari might not be too happy with the state of the stars, or indeed the state of the ship, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to appreciate about her new (and temporary, she reminds herself. Very temporary if she has it her way) home. Every other day, she's in the gym, and this girl lifts heavy.
There she is, squatting down with an impressive amount of weight on her back, and when she finishes the set, she turns around with a tired smile for any nearby fellow gym-goers]
iii. Lost in space and time (Spirit Halloween)
[This store can only be infinite, thinks Ari, if there's a loop in the programming. She might have to walk a very long way before she finds the loop, but it has to be there.
It's not what she's planning to do today, however, because it might be a very large loop, and it's best to be prepared, treat it like an expedition. No, what Ari Tayrey is looking for today is much simpler. Basic clothing. Plain white shirts. Socks. She arrived on this ship with only one set of clothes, and she's been doing her best - laundry in the sink in her cabin every night, making sure that uniform of hers stays fresh and clean - but there comes a point where enough is enough. She's found a way to justify it as not-theft, even by the exacting standards of the Tradelines. She'll take what she wants.
She's utterly dismayed to find only row upon row of ridiculous costumes. No. No. She has some dignity; any amount of laundry is better than this. Still, her frustration spills over.]
This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous! If I could file a complaint, I'd...file it!
iv. Wildcard!
[Want to find her somewhere else on the ship? In her initial explorations, she could end up in any (public) place. PM me to plot, or just start something and I'll roll with it :) ]
What: Looking for logic on an illogical ship
When: Late October
Where: Various places (general catch-all intro post)
i. O my fair North Star (outside, on deck)
[Accustomed to second-shift as she is, Lieutenant Tayrey works best at night. She's up on deck, starboard side, and a fair amount of her time is spent pacing back and forth, back and forth, as if she owns the place. She's thinking. She's trying to puzzle all this out. When she's not pacing, she's tapping at her slate computer, or leaning over the side, holding out a black rectangular box. Or she's making marks on paper, some sort of chart. Once or twice, she seems to be using a genuine, old-fashioned sextant, wherever she managed to get hold of that.
She's not interested in the sea, or where the ship is headed. No, the way she'll get her bearings is by charting the stars - but no matter what method she tries, there's something decidedly odd about them.
Do come and join her, but try not to disrupt her concentration! She might not be too happy if you do.]
ii. A little bit stronger (the gym)
[Ari might not be too happy with the state of the stars, or indeed the state of the ship, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to appreciate about her new (and temporary, she reminds herself. Very temporary if she has it her way) home. Every other day, she's in the gym, and this girl lifts heavy.
There she is, squatting down with an impressive amount of weight on her back, and when she finishes the set, she turns around with a tired smile for any nearby fellow gym-goers]
iii. Lost in space and time (Spirit Halloween)
[This store can only be infinite, thinks Ari, if there's a loop in the programming. She might have to walk a very long way before she finds the loop, but it has to be there.
It's not what she's planning to do today, however, because it might be a very large loop, and it's best to be prepared, treat it like an expedition. No, what Ari Tayrey is looking for today is much simpler. Basic clothing. Plain white shirts. Socks. She arrived on this ship with only one set of clothes, and she's been doing her best - laundry in the sink in her cabin every night, making sure that uniform of hers stays fresh and clean - but there comes a point where enough is enough. She's found a way to justify it as not-theft, even by the exacting standards of the Tradelines. She'll take what she wants.
She's utterly dismayed to find only row upon row of ridiculous costumes. No. No. She has some dignity; any amount of laundry is better than this. Still, her frustration spills over.]
This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous! If I could file a complaint, I'd...file it!
iv. Wildcard!
[Want to find her somewhere else on the ship? In her initial explorations, she could end up in any (public) place. PM me to plot, or just start something and I'll roll with it :) ]
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Objectively, yes. It's easier to hurt a person than to delight them. Most of us would take the ethics of it into consideration, though. Apparently not him.
But does that mean that the best form of resistance we have is... stoicism?
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[There's a two-handed gesture that seems to imply the idea of an implosion.]
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[She's not saying that she's among them - but she's not saying that she isn't, either.]
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[It knows where it stands, but could it use that to justify ending the lives of, say, those currently planning a shipboard wedding?]
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There's no fair choice here. That's his fault, not ours. The dissenters can't just take their own lives; he'd bring them back. I know that much.
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Did you try it?
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Not personally. Someone told me there were people... blowing themselves up, in protest, and it didn't do anything. Didn't change anything. That everyone who dies just comes back.
[If not for that, she knows she'd have gotten desperate enough to try it, someday. Maybe she'd have convinced herself it was her damned duty as a Tradeliner not to tolerate all this. But telling the SecUnit that would be revealing far too much, and she doesn't want pity, or cloying concern, or any of the rest of it.]
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Yes. We come back when we die. Uninjured. Whole. If you and your cabinmate died in the same day, you wake up the next morning in bed together. That's...incredibly awkward.
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[The explanation actually makes her blush a little.] Oh, I'm not in partnership contract. [There's a very strong taboo in her culture against even setting foot in the private cabin of someone who isn't your partner. Fortunately for Ari, this isn't, so far, knowledge that the Captain has used to torment her in any way.]
You said we. Do you mean that it has happened to you? You've died?
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[It shakes its head.]
I've died twice, since arriving on this ship. [Telling her about the third time, the time before, that's not going to be useful here. Not going to help anyone.]
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I'm sorry, that must have been awful for you. [She's genuine, but that doesn't stop her asking another prying question.] What was it like, waking up from that?
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It feels amazing and I hate it every time.
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It's amazing because you're pleased to be alive?
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It's amazing because waking up from dying here feels like a full reset. You wake up feeling like every part has undergone proper maintenance and you're in perfect working condition, no performance reliability dips.
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If you were having reliability dips before, why didn't you see - I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend, but I'm not certain whether you'd sooner consult a doctor or an engineer. Someone, at any rate.
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Are you telling me your reliability is always constant? Even when you're hungry? Tired? Upset? Experiencing standard human hormonal cycles? Performance reliability fluctuates. Not being at 100% all the time is not a sign of failure. It's just life.
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[But she's just a little flustered, because a cyborg who doesn't have them bringing up hormonal cycles is embarrassing. She's fine. She takes her monthly pills, she's fine.]
It's fine if you only dip when nothing important is happening. Otherwise, it's a problem. [There, focus on the SecUnit, not her.] But as you said, it's fixed now. All nominal, right?