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]

Maeve hums, looking at the game. "I'm open to learning together. I haven't really done that in a while. Mostly it's other people knowing quite a lot of things and me trying to play catch up." Which is...not actually that different from the start of things.

"What do you have to do for Dig Dug? Is it digging?"

[thefreak]

"Yeah, I get that. All the more modern stuff? I'm not used to. Someone had to teach me how to use the damn phones," Eddie replies with a grimace as he pats his pocket. He only just learned about emoji, which...has certainly been an experience.

"And yeah, you've gotta dig your way through a maze and make your way to enemies to kill them. But the more you dig, the more spaces you open up for the enemies to find you, so you've gotta be smart about it."

[millay]

"I am rather...a modern thing," she allows as she squints at something. "I have used more modern thing than this, but it's easier to just be able to text while thinking the action." That probably sounds...unusual. She pauses, frowning slightly. "I am not human. I was built by humans, however."

She hums thoughtfully before nodding. "I would like to try it. I think I will be much better at it once I can try it once."

[thefreak]

It's hard to judge by dress alone when she is from. And it's not immediately obvious if Maeve is anything other than human. So hearing this is a bit of a shock for Eddie, whose eyes widen, and he can't help the once over he gives, as if suddenly it will become obvious that she is a person's creation. "Holy shit. You're not joking." It's incredibly impressive, Eddie would definitely not have been able to tell if Maeve hadn't admitted as much.

"Sure, we'll give it a try. I'm a little rusty so I'd need a couple rounds to get reacquainted anyway." He wasn't as big into arcade games as the rest of his fellow nerds back home, but he could still appreciate a day at the arcade.

[millay]

Maeve smiles. It is curious to see people reacting with less negative surprise. People who seem to not want to immediately murder her on site at the knowledge. "I'm not, no." If he's paying close enough attention, he'll notice that she seems a lot less tense once he's reacted.

"Ah yes. You have to oil your gears." There's a completely neutral expression before a smirk starts forming a few moments in.

[thefreak]

Luckily for Maeve, evil robots trying to overthrow humanity isn't something Eddie has personal experience with in his world. Yes, there's the Terminator movie, but that's just a warning against the dangers of technology, not non-fiction.

His concern is with monsters that are very much real, but thankfully don't seem to have the power to slip into whatever dimension this hell ship is located in.

"Oil my gears? That. You're joking," Eddie's eyes light up with a laugh and he shakes his head. "That's good, you're funny."

[millay]

"Yes." Maeve can't help but grin as she's informed that she is funny. "I do my best, darling." It's not often that she feels so successful in her jokes. "I'm glad you appreciated it."

[thefreak]

Nobody tell Maeve that Eddie's sense of humor might...be questionable at best.

But also, Maeve isn't a fifteen year old "butthead" named Dustin Henderson, so he feels like he can appreciate the dad jokes.

"Right, well, let's see if we can't get this game working, shall we? Get a few practice rounds going before really seeing who's the better gamer."

[millay]

Maeve smiles a little. "Ah. It's to be a competition, then? I will be certain to keep it in mind." Perhaps that will make the whole thing more distracting. It is meant to be for fun, but if there's competition involved, well...she's going to have to be more serious about it.

[thefreak]

Nothing like a little friendly competition. It makes things interesting, and Eddie likes to think it keeps him on his toes, that drive to be just a little bit better.

"If that's alright," Eddie replies brightly. "I have the deepest confidence that you will still manage to kick my ass either way."

[millay]

Maeve smiles. "It's perfectly fine, darling. Don't worry about me." She prefers it, really, and she doesn't mind that he's basically assumed that she'll kick his ass already.

"I will do my best not to gloat too much if I do happen to beat you. But I also promise nothing. I understand if it's the same for you as well."