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badfeyth), Reno (astraphilia) , Johanna (keepgodwaiting) , Lestat (perfectdevil) , Alhaitham (justscribing) , and Kaveh (fussiest) .
WHAT: The "Monologue With The Moon" player plot!
WHERE: [emphatic shrug]
WHEN: 1/6/24
WARNINGS: Possible references to murder, violence, related dark themes, medical equipment, Omelas Kid™ Scenarios, shady institutions and their operations, etc.
You are standing in a nondescript, space-age sort of room; the walls are a silver metal so polished that you can almost see shadows of a reflection in it, and the floor is likewise sturdy and reinforced. There are two Star Trek-style sliding doors leading out of the room, one on the left wall and one on the right. Both are currently in open position, enabling you to see out into the corridor beyond; it looks pretty much the same out there as your surroundings in here. Maybe there are doors; you'd have to look closer to check.
Currently in the room with you is a pretty normal-looking wooden podium that's clearly seen some use (though in what ways, you'd have to look more closely at it to determine), and a very abnormal-looking escape portal that's just kind of floating in midair, definitely big enough for even a very tall human to walk through, but for the fact that it's behind an impenetrable forcefield. You're welcome to hurl yourself at this, hit it, whatever, all that you want, but unfortunately it ain't budging under any method currently available to you or your party.
Really, your circumstances look something like this:
The other thing you might notice is that your clothes have received a slight glam-up, in the sense that clipped to a pocket, lapel, belt loop, or other convenient area of your attire is some sort of ID card. That might be worth having a look at.
Speaking of having a look at things, maybe you ought to look around?
badfeyth), Reno (astraphilia) , Johanna (keepgodwaiting) , Lestat (perfectdevil) , Alhaitham (justscribing) , and Kaveh (fussiest) .WHAT: The "Monologue With The Moon" player plot!
WHERE: [emphatic shrug]
WHEN: 1/6/24
WARNINGS: Possible references to murder, violence, related dark themes, medical equipment, Omelas Kid™ Scenarios, shady institutions and their operations, etc.
You are standing in a nondescript, space-age sort of room; the walls are a silver metal so polished that you can almost see shadows of a reflection in it, and the floor is likewise sturdy and reinforced. There are two Star Trek-style sliding doors leading out of the room, one on the left wall and one on the right. Both are currently in open position, enabling you to see out into the corridor beyond; it looks pretty much the same out there as your surroundings in here. Maybe there are doors; you'd have to look closer to check.
Currently in the room with you is a pretty normal-looking wooden podium that's clearly seen some use (though in what ways, you'd have to look more closely at it to determine), and a very abnormal-looking escape portal that's just kind of floating in midair, definitely big enough for even a very tall human to walk through, but for the fact that it's behind an impenetrable forcefield. You're welcome to hurl yourself at this, hit it, whatever, all that you want, but unfortunately it ain't budging under any method currently available to you or your party.
Really, your circumstances look something like this:
The other thing you might notice is that your clothes have received a slight glam-up, in the sense that clipped to a pocket, lapel, belt loop, or other convenient area of your attire is some sort of ID card. That might be worth having a look at.
Speaking of having a look at things, maybe you ought to look around?
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She had books, and you wanted to read them. I wasn't going to run you errands all day, and in any case, she ought to be able to see what sort of man will be reading her books so that she knows you'll be giving them back. I thought it would help with a long-term exchange. [ kaveh frowns. ] Wait, a sore spot? What did you say to her?
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[To Alhaitham.] Though perhaps it's more accurate to say that you're argument with her about her personal worth hit a sore spot and it simply bled out into her conversation with me.
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[ then, to alhaitham: ] That was the beginning of the argument, actually. She didn't think the dress was for her, or rather, that she was the right sort of person to wear the dress, or deserved to, or should be allowed to, or had the right story for. It was that sort of thing. I told her what I thought, which was she ought to. It was a dress meant for her. It went down like a lead balloon from there - but listen, I wasn't in the wrong.
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[Which, well, he and Alhaitham are both some of the most stubborn people even if Kaveh also seeks to condemn himself. His passion just overrides it all when it comes to what he really wants.] Well, she wore it in the end.
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[ but kaveh cants her head. ] But yes, she did in the end, didn't she. I'm glad she found a source of courage.
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It has always been specifics allowed to become part of his world, that bridge him to the outer world.]
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he thinks of lestat and the question he had posed at the dizzying end of that gala: 'why did you agree to help ghost?' ]
I think [ kaveh says, slowly, ] it goes one step further than that. I think Ghost is waiting for the right person's opinion.
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But it's not necessary to know right now. If it is, then it's Ghost who will determine who that right person is.]
Well, we should take a look around and see what we find.
[He'll start on those bookshelves... over there.]