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riverview2017-09-09 12:57 am
shoplifter) wrote in riverview2017-09-09 12:57 am
Entry tags:
- logan: laura,
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- star trek (aos): james kirk,
- voltron: keith,
- ✖ ffxiv: x'rhun tia,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist (03): edward elric,
- ✖ hannibal: will graham,
- ✖ homestuck: dave strider,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): margaret 'peggy' carter,
- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
- ✖ the idolmaster (cg): arisu tachibana,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson
Voice with possible action. (kinda forward-dated a little maybe?) username: ilikehorses
[Well, look. Whenever she gets invited to Alphonse's future birthday, she's got a lot to think about.
She must consider this: there will be cake, that is a certainty. Cake sitting on a table, like in Transigen... in front of a deceptive cartoon painting on the wall; ways to trick outsiders into thinking the place is kind to its patients... She's learned at that facility that cake is a staple of birthdays, or rather, from the nurses. Birthdays involve singing, and they all learned the words for Delilah. All for Delilah. But they weren't allowed to have those parties, not after the first and last time; she never bothered asking about them again, because... she knew there would be nothing beyond the question. It wasn't difficult to tell what blowing out the candles and leading them away meant.
She had whispered happy birthday to Delilah on the way out, though.
Really, she's not sure just how normal those birthday choices even were. Outside of the walls of Transigen, what is a birthday like? Is there still cake? Still the concept of presents, or singing? Did the nurses want to try and do something nice but ultimately fantasy? Like Logan had said, ice-cream for bedwetters. She's curious to learn, though. So again, she uses the network for her own gain: this time, birthday information, instead of school.
(I'm sensing a pattern.)
Her voice is casual, but interested. She's not about to ruin the surprise, but she does need to know what she's getting herself into, here.]
What sort of presents are you supposed to give people, for their birthday?
... Toys, no?
[What the hell do adults like to get, for presents? A long pause, and she's not terribly sure of herself.]
Are there fireworks at birthday parties, too?
[Another thoughtful pause, yet again.]
... How do you tell what day you were born? Is it on a special paper?
[Okay, okay, last question there. She bites back more questions. Easy, Laura, easy.]
[ ADDITIONAL ACTION.]
[If you would like to find her out and about, she is wandering the shops for things that might be nice to give to the birthday boy, especially the department stores. Laura also puts on a cool hat and goes to leave without paying for it, of course, so she can be found getting approached by a very unhappy security guard there who is calling out something about a shoplifter. Look ma, it's my username!
... What? Just because she's getting better at being in the real world doesn't mean she's learned the virtue of paying for things.
Her dad stole cigars. She totally saw him do it. Cigars and a phone charger.
Or maybe you'll find her violently shaking one of those coin-eating candy machines. Stupid thieving machine - she tried to be nice about this and use real money, and see where it got her? Never fear, she pops claws from her knuckles, long and adamantium-silver, and she slices the top of the candy machine clean off, so she can reach inside and take handfuls for her pocket. Man, living the dream over here.Don't bother asking where Linda is, we all know there's a repeating pattern of juking her.]
She must consider this: there will be cake, that is a certainty. Cake sitting on a table, like in Transigen... in front of a deceptive cartoon painting on the wall; ways to trick outsiders into thinking the place is kind to its patients... She's learned at that facility that cake is a staple of birthdays, or rather, from the nurses. Birthdays involve singing, and they all learned the words for Delilah. All for Delilah. But they weren't allowed to have those parties, not after the first and last time; she never bothered asking about them again, because... she knew there would be nothing beyond the question. It wasn't difficult to tell what blowing out the candles and leading them away meant.
She had whispered happy birthday to Delilah on the way out, though.
Really, she's not sure just how normal those birthday choices even were. Outside of the walls of Transigen, what is a birthday like? Is there still cake? Still the concept of presents, or singing? Did the nurses want to try and do something nice but ultimately fantasy? Like Logan had said, ice-cream for bedwetters. She's curious to learn, though. So again, she uses the network for her own gain: this time, birthday information, instead of school.
(I'm sensing a pattern.)
Her voice is casual, but interested. She's not about to ruin the surprise, but she does need to know what she's getting herself into, here.]
What sort of presents are you supposed to give people, for their birthday?
... Toys, no?
[What the hell do adults like to get, for presents? A long pause, and she's not terribly sure of herself.]
Are there fireworks at birthday parties, too?
[Another thoughtful pause, yet again.]
... How do you tell what day you were born? Is it on a special paper?
[Okay, okay, last question there. She bites back more questions. Easy, Laura, easy.]
[ ADDITIONAL ACTION.]
[If you would like to find her out and about, she is wandering the shops for things that might be nice to give to the birthday boy, especially the department stores. Laura also puts on a cool hat and goes to leave without paying for it, of course, so she can be found getting approached by a very unhappy security guard there who is calling out something about a shoplifter. Look ma, it's my username!
... What? Just because she's getting better at being in the real world doesn't mean she's learned the virtue of paying for things.
Her dad stole cigars. She totally saw him do it. Cigars and a phone charger.
Or maybe you'll find her violently shaking one of those coin-eating candy machines. Stupid thieving machine - she tried to be nice about this and use real money, and see where it got her? Never fear, she pops claws from her knuckles, long and adamantium-silver, and she slices the top of the candy machine clean off, so she can reach inside and take handfuls for her pocket. Man, living the dream over here.
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It's a nice blend of colors. I have always been fond of blues and purples.
[ Her performing dresses, while not galaxy print, had similar colors on them. Most of her wardrobe leans towards the "cool" colors, but she also had the occasional pink. ]
How does it make you feel?
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[She gives a small but honest smile, and doesn't really consider how odd that answer probably is.]
... You dress very pretty, too. Does it feel nice?
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As long as it makes you feel good, that's all that matters.
[ The compliment over her own way of dress briefly throws her off guard. One piece dresses or a top plus a skirt is usually where it's at for Arisu. ]
...Thank you. [ She stammers a bit. ] It does feel nice. I think it makes me look graceful. The older girls sometimes call it cute... I don't like that very much.
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Is it bad? To be cute.
[She really likes Arisu, and the thought of upsetting her isn't pleasant.
So if she has to avoid things, even things like the word cute, she's more than happy to.]
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Not necessarily. I'd rather be cool over cute. Cute sounds too childish for me... well, that's my personal opinion. I just dislike being treated like a kid.
[ Hence, she tries to hold back any typical childlike behavior and probably comes off as very stiff for her age.
She glances around, seeing the store clerk and the guard still have a watchful eye on them. Time to get a move on. ]
Anyway, did you want to go anywhere else?
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Arisu, you should value your youth while you have it. Sometimes it gets stripped away from you.
She doesn't have time to voice this, though, nor the certainty on how to.]
... I don't know. I like to wander.
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Have you been to the arcade yet?
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What is it? The Arcade? Is it a -- diner?
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...It's a place where you can play games. Sometimes you can win prizes.
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[She mumbles it, trying to consider what prizes there may be.]
I would like to wind prizes for you, for the hat.
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Um... that's... not really necessary. I don't need anything in exchange.
[ Even if some of the prizes that she last saw looked really cute. She won't admit it. She starts walking off in the direction of the arcade. ]
You might find something that you'll like. Come on.
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Not at aaaall.
She follows after her, hands fishing out candy from her pocket to suck on.]
What is your favorite?
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...Please don't get me anything.
[ She doesn't want to answer that question!!! But she's sneaking glances at plush animal prizes on display, if that's enough of a clue to go by. ]
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Even if her expressions are usually very muted.]
Why not? You get things for me.
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Your appreciation is enough. I'm glad you like the hat.
[ She looks over at one of the crane games out front, filled with plush prizes. ]
Besides, the prizes are... okay.
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But if Arisu insists, she can just be sneaky about it later. She's distracted, anyway, by the faux motorcycle-riding game that is not far to their right; she's never really seen one before the Reavers, and riding one is clearly out of the question... well, until now, maybe.
She looks rather focused and thoughtful, as she considers it.]