I should have wrote a letter

[millay]

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

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[millay]

"What else is new?" Because everything about her life is, truthfully, dark and tragic. "Oh. No. I don't think I've met him. No. Steven Grant. He has a...well, they aren't quite twins, but they look exactly the same. Marc Spector. But it's easy for me to spot the differences between the two. But the easiest non-visual cue I can give is that Steven is British and Marc is certainly not. Both have good hair, though. Certainly taller than I am, but that doesn't seem particularly difficult considering..." Well, she's even shorter than Ruby. "Steven says he is a nerd, though I believe that is meant to mean he is smart?"

[crushed_pearls]

"It can," Erin muses. "But it's usually more helpful to think of it as signaling certain interests in art and careers. Math, science, fantasy, that sorta thing. Used to mean you got beat up a lot for being the wrong kind of man but then a bunch of nerds got rich and famous and...actually I'm not gonna finish that description, it goes nowhere wholesome." She offers an apologetic smile. "...I'll have to keep an eye out. Two months now and I still haven't met everyone somehow. Thanks for the pointer, yeah?"

[millay]

"Ah. I understand now why he doesn't feel very proud of it." She'll have to talk to him about this later. To make sure he knows being smart and interested in things isn't a bad thing. "I used to work as a brothel madam in Westworld. In case that helps with your concerns about wholesomeness." But she doubts it's anything that can truly make her embarrassed.

"Steven is a fan of Ghibli movies and rocks. If you ever need something to open a conversation with. Though, he's probably the easier of the two. Not that Marc's difficult. Just less...outright enthusiasm. He used to be a soldier. But he's quite charming underneath all the gruff exterior."

[crushed_pearls]

"Ghibli I can work with," Erin muses. "And no, wrong kind of unwholesome, it's..." Erin bobs her head and then decides, fuck it, Maeve's honesty deserves honesty in turn. "If you ran the joint you've seen men hit the workin' girls to feel more like men, yeah? That but mediated over technology and social attacks. A whole lot of men did not get over their bullshit when being a nerd became something cool."

The Face she makes. Full of old bitterness. "And that's where I'm gonna leave that because meeting you's been really nice so far and I'd rather not drag myself down the dark alleys of things I'm mad about from back home. Home's far away for both of us."

[millay]

"I see." She doesn't entirely understand, but she can gather. "I have seen the way people get with us. To be fair, I have used it in my favor, but that is because I needed to be dead to get downstairs." She frowns. "Steven isn't like that, though. He's far too gentle. I am sorry you've dealt with people that are like that, however."

Cruelty is something she's seen a lot of, probably been the cause of at times, but the situation called for it. "There is perhaps too much cruelty in the world. I would like to say otherwise, but...I can't." She frowns a little. "I do my best to remember the beauty in the world." For Delores. For herself. "I know it doesn't fix anything and it's not terribly easy right now, but perhaps I will attempt it more with time."

[crushed_pearls]

"...Yeah, me too. If it's any consolation the effort pays off a little more every day on my end." A flickering smile crosses Erin's lips, and she looks down at her hand where the glue is. "I...should probably stop taking up your time, Maeve. But it's been nice meeting you, and I'm at your disposal for that tea. I'll get someone to help me pick out the books to send your way when we meet up, yeah?"

(Not Frankenstein.)

No shit not Frankenstein, Captain fucking Obvious.

[millay]

"Of course," she says after a moment. "It's been a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for looking after Ruby in my absence." She's happy to think of the idea of finding new books. "Are there any...particulars I should keep in mind should I attempt to find books for you in return?" Because the sight thing is...something to be aware of. She's not terribly informed on anything either. "If it isn't impolite to ask, of course."

[crushed_pearls]

"No, no, you're fine on the asking, I shoulda thought of that." Erin laughs a self-aware laugh and ruffles her own hair. "The library has a braille section; the writing on the inside will be these raised dots that you can feel with your fingers. Reading the titles like that might be difficult if you're not familiar but the illustrations should be the same? Generally those books still get pictures on the cover either because it's easier not to change the overall print run or so sighted folks can pick them out for whatever reason. I uh. Haven't been blind long so I'm not actually suuuure."

[millay]

"We do not really have Hosts that can't see. None that I recall anyway. At least not physically. Some chose to be blind to what was going on and that was...their choice." She didn't force them to wake up because it wasn't for her to choose. Even if she made more than enough choices for Hosts that she didn't have an emotional attachment to. But she doesn't have time to unpack all that.

"I will be certain to find the correct section of the library, then. I am curious to learn to understand the different bumps. I have been learning a lot of things since coming here. Perhaps you can teach me some? If you ever want to. I doubt I'll find a book that will teach me given the ship's lack of...non-fiction. I am hoping that might change one day." Either way...she realizes she is still taking up time. "But we can talk about that more later."

[crushed_pearls]

"I can give teaching a shot," Erin agrees with evident relief. Finally, someone else who would like to learn it. Maybe she'll start getting notes and letters she can actually read for once. "Let me know when you're up for it and we'll do tea. The ship's a bit low on braille primers but I'll pillage my favorite novel to work with, nearly got the thing memorized."

Erin goes to leave and pauses at the entrance to the shop. "...And, hey. Thanks for taking the time to help me and meet me an' all that. I do appreciate it."

[millay]

Maeve notes the reaction. She'll take it as seriously as her other hobbies. "I will. I'm certain I can pick it up fairly easily. I'm a quick study."

She nods at her words, staying where she is for a moment. "Of course, darling. I'm always happy to help. Enjoy the rest of your day."