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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
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She's not surprised to hear that his castle is very bright as well. Nothing in Westworld was terribly bright. But that's the nature of Westworld, she supposed. Shogunworld was far more colorful. Of course, her dress from Westworld isn't bland, but...it's not quite the same. "I'm not entirely surprised," she says after what is perhaps too long of a pause.
Ah. Music. She can at least ask Steven or Marc if they know it and if they like it. They seem to be fairly good judges of music anyway. "Oh. Our pianos tend to just play music. They are automated. I never thought of it before, though. I don't know if they've ever played Freebird." But she also has no idea what Fly Like and Eagle is either. Something else to ask Steven or Marc about later. "I didn't know, no. I don't remember if Westworld had those or not. We had plenty of bison and bulls and horses, though." A pause. "And some birds. Smaller ones. Felix liked them."
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Another slow now. "Bison?" A head tilt. "What kind of small birds? Did you have crows? We have big ones, they'll eat anything so they do pretty well with the wars. But the hawks, not so much. They're more particular, even if they're more dangerous."
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"They don't have them where you're from? Hm. Perhaps they are more of a wild west creature. Like cattle, but more brown and bigger. I'll draw one for you sometime. I'm not very good at drawing still, but...I'm getting better." She smiles. "I...well, it was gray and blue. I'm not certain exactly of the name. I wasn't terribly concerned with it. But I believe we have crows and sometimes vultures." Likely hawks and other birds, too.