riverview | 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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[ He considers her question carefully. There's a lot of things like this that he thinks about. But he also thinks he is pretty happy right now. So, he considers that he wouldn't be if he changed his path in any way. He's here now because of those choices. But, before he answers that, he has something specific to say. ]

He's a kitten, he'll do that. He'll do that when he's grown, too.

[ But he'll answer her next question, too. ]

I think about it, but I also think I would be unhappy with different decisions.

There's no comfort waiting for you at the end of that path.

[ it sounds harsh but by now RE-L has gotten to know peggy carter, how she dresses her concern in a prickly, practical tone. what hides underneath is softer, but women in her position rarely allow themselves to go for soft. ]

"Made" a different person?

[That word choice seems important, somehow. He'd like to clarify first before he starts offering any thoughts on the matter.]

(Does Lucretia ever wonder what might have happened to her and her friends– and, to a larger extent, the planar system– if she had decided to take things in a different direction? She snorts humourlessly.)

Yes. Frequently.

However, the choices I was afforded at the time were very limited, and I– I think, considering the circumstances, I did the best that I could with what I had. It seems pointless to scrutinise decisions already made.

(She sighs. At least the brief footage of the kitten makes her smile again, chuckling.) Your cat is very sweet.

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