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riverview2017-10-01 10:16 pm
realimperfect) wrote in riverview2017-10-01 10:16 pm
oo1. ( video - - early hours of october 2nd )
[ The video feed opens to a mostly dark room, a diffused light somewhere in the room providing enough light with which to see Re-L. It’s nearly 3 AM at the time of recording, and yet there she is, lounged on some piece of furniture in her apartment, a small throw rug over her feet, the soft patter of rain in the background.
She leans forward to settle the communicator on a table, pushing a stray piece of bang too short to make her ponytail behind her ear as she straightens again. Many things, of late, have had her thinking. Perhaps a little too much, but it wouldn’t be a day in Re-L’s world without a little over thinking and, perhaps, idle musing. Piling thoughts related to how, maybe, things could have been different in her home world had things aligned different, how exactly she may have landed herself here.. etcetera.
An abandoned book sits beside her, which seems to indicate she’s been up too late reading, thinking a little too much in the rain as a precipitant to this : ]
Does anyone else here ever wonder about how, maybe, things could have turned out differently if only you’d… done things differently? Behaved differently or been.. made a different person?
Perhaps listened to directives instead of blatantly disobeying and following your instincts.. asking fewer questions.. ?
[ Blue eyes narrow slightly as lightning streaks above her, a roll of thunder loud enough to hear over the communicator seeming to distract her for a moment. ]
That’s the problem with questions and finding their answers - - A lie is the truth until you recognize it as a lie, and by then, you can’t take back the question.
That’s the problem with my questions, really, I still haven’t quite figured out how to start taking them back -
[ Re-L stops before completing that thought, a small ‘mrrp!’ sounding as a little kitten with black and brown spots climbs his way up the couch to her, which.. seems to shock her for all of a second before she’s reaching to gently detach him from the sofa material with a tut, the other hand reaching to shut the device off since who knows how long this will take - ]
Atlas, can you not climb every damn thing in this apartment?
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[ but ever since the war, the world has not made any signs of learning from past mistakes. perhaps in light of that, peggy finds it hard to be optimistic.
hell, she misses steve. if there was anyone who could inspire hope in her at all. ]
Adopted a cat, have you?
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We'll see, won't we? Provided I don't get whisked away back to the wastes soon. [ There all of her lessons would definitely not come in handy. Survival hadn't been her focus when she'd been pampered for everything she could ever want. She knew she was lucky now.. but at the time it hadn't seemed as such. Perspective was a hell of a thing to gain very suddenly when one was left with limited water supplies and treating ginger ale like a special treat -
Still, here she feels a bit back to normal, nodding as she gives the little kitten a few more fond strokes. ]
Yes. Otabek's cat had kittens and I decided I might as well try out a pet, here, while I could. He's very mischievous, which.. has made life in the apartment much more interesting.
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[ she's not a pet person but - ]
is he useful at all?
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I struggled with that, the first.. few months. The idea that it could all be so fleeting so what was the point in an apartment and a job and all of that. But.. I eventually decided that it might be worthwhile to enjoy what creature comforts I could have while I had the chance. [ After all, in her own world she was sharing a small, cramped ship with a man and two autoreivs. Barely any personal space or privacy did something to someone after a while, but without knowing how those descending back to the surface would react to Vincent, much less Re-L herself? Staying by their lonesome was preferable. Still, she can't help a bit of snark - ]
The technology here is so basic, it can't really be that difficult can it?
He's a cat - the short answer is not at all, for the moment. I'm figuring it out as I go.
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[ she says, half to herself, really. she's been struggling with accepting the notion, herself. steve was here and just his presence was enough of a temptation.
but while peggy doesn't allow herself to accept so easily, she seems fine advising others to do so. ]
Basic. You realize even talking to you like this is entirely alien to me?
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I've always been able to talk to anyone I wanted to in this way... Hell, communication is even more advanced where I come from in many ways. Riverview isn't too far off, though, which makes it at least passable. Livable.
You may miss it, when it comes time to leave, you know.
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[ she's willing to confess to that. hell, it almost sounds emotional. she's going soft in this city, it's all really steve's fault. ]
I miss some older manners of communication, believe it or not.
[ these modern folk, really. ]
I do favour letters, myself.
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Whatever you tell yourself. [ Re-L's joking, even the soft tone of the words say it, along with that little sideways smirk. She needs the reminder, knows she does, needs to have it socked in to her head all over again about living in the now instead of lingering in things that had been.. a little much, in the months prior to her arrival in the Quarantine. ]
I'm not surprised that you would miss something that reminds you of home in any facet, honestly. It makes sense. [ She misses some things, too. Mainly the steam showers or just, you know, the level of technology available that doesn't seem to meet snuff here in the Quarantine. ]
Letters? Like hand written?
I've literally never sent one of those in my twenty years of life.