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come_sailaway2022-11-06 12:32 pm
millay) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-06 12:32 pm
I should have wrote a letter
Who: Maeve & OTA
Where: Promenade, Playback, and John's
What: November catchall, fallout from October stuff
When: November 6th onwards
1. Promendade
Once she leaves the room finally, she stops at Sundries to pick up a package. When she opens it, she stares for a long moment at the trifold tablet with the hook up. She sits in the middle of the promenade and pulls out a small knife to cut her right forearm, sighing as her fingers found the port and then connected herself to the tablet before pulling up the diagnostic screen and running a scan.
Everything seems functional so far. No signs of any injury or malfunctions.
“Well, I guess that’s…good,” she says to the air before pulling another screen up with the attribute matrix. She doesn’t immediately move to change things, but her fingers hesitate over the screen as she considers it. She could feel less of this, could just avoid it. But she has shit to do and...really, she shouldn't.
2. Playback
It’s the noise of the place that draws her in. She can hear the machines both in and out of her head and it’s the sound of it that’s steadying her in that moment. She doesn’t have any idea still how to make the games work or play anything. Which is why she just…stands there, eyes closed as she listens to everything. The sound of other people helps as well and she feels a little less overwhelmed after a moment. She wonders if it’s cheating to use her abilities to control the machines as she makes the claw move on its own. Not that she cares for prizes, but she does want to at least try for something. Only as the minutes pass, she shakes her head.
“Do you know how to play any of these games,” she asks whoever is closest to her. “I want to learn something new.”
3. John’s
She hasn’t seen Phil in a while. She’s been avoiding John’s because he’d said that he needed time. But when she peeks in, she doesn’t see him. Just hears the sound of Billy Joel filtering through the air. So she walks in and finds a booth to sit in where she can just listen to the music for a while.
She doesn’t actually know the song but the mood is at least less depressing than her mood at the moment. If anyone happens to find her sitting there, she’ll go from sitting with a chin resting on her hand to sitting up straight. “Oh. Hello, darling. I didn’t notice you there.” A beat. “Do you know this song?”
4. Wildcard
Hit me with whatever you like~ If you wanna run anything by me, my plurk is kingdonkey and otherwise, discord is kingdonkey#6187
Where: Promenade, Playback, and John's
What: November catchall, fallout from October stuff
When: November 6th onwards
1. Promendade
Once she leaves the room finally, she stops at Sundries to pick up a package. When she opens it, she stares for a long moment at the trifold tablet with the hook up. She sits in the middle of the promenade and pulls out a small knife to cut her right forearm, sighing as her fingers found the port and then connected herself to the tablet before pulling up the diagnostic screen and running a scan.
Everything seems functional so far. No signs of any injury or malfunctions.
“Well, I guess that’s…good,” she says to the air before pulling another screen up with the attribute matrix. She doesn’t immediately move to change things, but her fingers hesitate over the screen as she considers it. She could feel less of this, could just avoid it. But she has shit to do and...really, she shouldn't.
2. Playback
It’s the noise of the place that draws her in. She can hear the machines both in and out of her head and it’s the sound of it that’s steadying her in that moment. She doesn’t have any idea still how to make the games work or play anything. Which is why she just…stands there, eyes closed as she listens to everything. The sound of other people helps as well and she feels a little less overwhelmed after a moment. She wonders if it’s cheating to use her abilities to control the machines as she makes the claw move on its own. Not that she cares for prizes, but she does want to at least try for something. Only as the minutes pass, she shakes her head.
“Do you know how to play any of these games,” she asks whoever is closest to her. “I want to learn something new.”
3. John’s
She hasn’t seen Phil in a while. She’s been avoiding John’s because he’d said that he needed time. But when she peeks in, she doesn’t see him. Just hears the sound of Billy Joel filtering through the air. So she walks in and finds a booth to sit in where she can just listen to the music for a while.
She doesn’t actually know the song but the mood is at least less depressing than her mood at the moment. If anyone happens to find her sitting there, she’ll go from sitting with a chin resting on her hand to sitting up straight. “Oh. Hello, darling. I didn’t notice you there.” A beat. “Do you know this song?”
4. Wildcard
Hit me with whatever you like~ If you wanna run anything by me, my plurk is kingdonkey and otherwise, discord is kingdonkey#6187
3.
"It's uh... Uptown Girl," Ava answers after listening to the piano for a few more seconds. It's a rather well known one at least that she feels pretty confident.
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"Uptown Girl," she says after a moment. "I don't think I've heard that one before." There's a part of her that wants to ask if she's seen Phil. She's desperate to know if he's okay...or at least if someone's taking care of him.
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Ava takes the seat, leaning her elbows on the table. "I'm not sure what an uptown is. I've only ever heard of downtown."
Even if she asked about Phil, she's never met the man. Only has a vague idea of who he even is. So she wouldn't be able to answer.
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"I cannot say. I wasn't aware there were uptowns or downtowns. We don't have them in Westworld." It has no meaning, but Maeve's not overly concerned with it.
There's a long pause. "I used to do piano lessons with a friend here, but..." A pause. "Then I apparently harmed him." She frowns. "I can't say I like not knowing what I've done."
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"You didn't harm him," Ava corrects gently. "The spirit wearing your body did. What happened is wrong, and upsetting. But you're not the guilty party. And I'm sorry they used you to hurt your friends."
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The other part is…harder to grapple with. “It may not have been me, but I still have to suffer the consequences of it.” She lets out a long sigh. “I wish I could rip whoever it was apart. But even that is denied to me.” They are in the Nothing though. That may be more suffering than any unkindness she’d do to them.
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"But yes, unfortunately. There is no real retribution to be gained for the damage she left behind for you. But you're not alone in picking up the pieces."
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She nods. "I know, but it's definitely a lot. For all of us."