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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[realimperfect]

I did, once. [ She's not going to go in to details. It's all incredibly raw all over again, seeing her autoreiv's disembodied head laid out on the pavement as if she hadn't laid what she could find of him to rest in cold soil on her own version of Earth long enough ago that it wouldn't be possible. ] - I've tried to avoid the spaces where they appear most often since. This place.. has a tendency to be too personal.

[ At least when it comes to work she's happy for the diversion to the subject, making a slight hand weighing motion. ]

Good and bad. This place is not nearly as active as home, but that's not a bad thing for the residents. People do generally have petty crime things going at all times, small cases where we're seeking out missing persons outside in the old city.. I actually prefer those.

Exploring the ruins is almost... relaxing in a way.