oo1. ( video - - early hours of october 2nd )

[realimperfect]

[ 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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[mannerism]

Carpe diem.

[ 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?

[realimperfect]

Are you reminding yourself, or me? [ There's a half smirk there, half getting a little bit of a ribbing in on Peggy and half.. appreciating the fact that she's taken the time to do this and remind her, herself. Over time Re-L has come to realize she has a penchant for getting lost in her own head, though all she can really do upon realizing it is do her best to pull back. Which.. sometimes she fails at utterly. ]

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.

[mannerism]

Perhaps I am reminding both of us.

[ 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.

[realimperfect]

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.