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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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[Do they break shit or what.
She imagines people swinging on things and throwing stuff.]
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More drinking than I'm used to, for one. Thankfully I only went to a rave, the first time, to make sure teenagers didn't get ahead of themselves, or at least we're throwing up all over the floor. [ Then she'd gone back on her own and had a little bit of a time herself, but she's a big kid, and one that's a little paranoid about appearances so she hadn't gotten too sloppy. Still, she feels the need to explain a little further - ]
In my world... things were much more.. stuffy. We only drank wine and all group gatherings were small. Grandfather only invited the most important people.. that kind of thing.
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She stares at her like she's speaking another language.
Pardon her, she's trying to put definitions to some words.]
Are raves parties?
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[ It's fine Laura she has this reaction a lot too - though it's more to things like Otabek describing hockey to her and things like that in her case. Destroyed Earth is a weird and rough place to try to come from. ]
Yes. Large, loud, with lots of flashing lights and alcohol generally.
[ Not too bad when you weren't, you know, keeping teenagers from getting a little too rowdy in her experience. Baby sitting has never been her forte, even with robots with four year old brains. ]
Probably not something you'd be allowed in to, just yet.
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[Who dare pull the red rope on me. Who dare.]
Is it for special people?
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It's not my rules. Unless you're over 14 they're probably not going to allow you to drink and partake in other things, is all.
[ She shrugs, not really bothered one way or the other. It's not her rules, and Romdeau had never really had drinking laws other than 'don't shame yourself by being too drunk.' ]
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... Maybe she'll sneak into a rave, just to see what it's like.]
There are a lot of those. Rules.
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There always are... [ Oh Laura, if only you knew just how many times Re-L's thought about that in her time on her part of Earth. Granted, compared to here Romdeau was virtually jail, but - ]
Would you believe there were a lot more of those where I came from before here? And I mean lists upon lists of them.
This place is practically a theme park compared to it.
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[Don't worry, Re-L. Laura was from a jail. Almost literally, really, cells and all.]
I came from a place with nothing but rules, too. The rules there were just... very different.
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[ Re-L's was a bit more like a gilded cage, but in a loose sense, the idea of 'very different' rules still resonate with her. She'd had her own strange kind of rules of conduct to follow along with, accompanied by the typical things expected of a 'fellow citizen' of Romdeau Dome. ]
It was the same where I was from. At least in some ways.
Mainly in how people acted or what was expected of everyone.
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We were supposed to not act like anything. We could not be -- people.
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Couldn't be people? [ That seems... remotely familiar. She doesn't even dare to think it's the exact same situation, mainly because.. well, she'd be more than annoyed if more places than Romdeau Dome on a Nuclear savaged Earth treated people in the same manner. She also... doesn't really want to try to delve too far in with her. She's a child, after all, no need to have her remember things that may be a little more than difficult for her, right? ]
As someone who lived in a place where you weren't meant to be.. one thing, or another. You can do it. Making it out is just the first and most drastic step.
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... As long as this place doesn't become like home.
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If it does I have no intentions of staying. I'd rather live out past the walls than in that again.
[ And you could come too, Laura. She doesn't mind one bit. ]
And I'm sure others will feel the same way.
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... I'm Laura.
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Re-L. [ It's good to at least know her name, just in case she runs in to her again. ]
Hopefully your party goes well.