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[badfeyth]

WHO: Ghost (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?

Comments

[fussiest]

Yes, but when has that stopped you from disagreeing? You relish me calling you names. I suspect that's what makes you happy.

[ but kaveh cants her head. ] But yes, she did in the end, didn't she. I'm glad she found a source of courage.

[justscribing]

Even if the source was just to avoid your nagging?

[fussiest]

No, I doubt it was anything I did, or could have done. When have I ever caused you to stray from your tracks? Why would Ghost be different, hm? You and her are quite alike.

[justscribing]

Because Ghost cares more about other people's opinions about her than I do. [It's that loneliness. That yearning for friendship. Alhaitham has never known it, not in the general. Not in the desire for companionship for the sake of companionship.

It has always been specifics allowed to become part of his world, that bridge him to the outer world.]

[fussiest]

[ kaveh thinks of ghost. she had been the one to ask first, what it would be like not to be alone. kaveh remembers what he had told her - that he wasn't certain if he was any better at not being alone than she was. he thinks of the first piles of the bridge that been built that day. he thinks of her across the table from him, holding onto her sense of self with claws and teeth.

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.

[justscribing]

[Alhaitham raises a brow. A silent question unvoiced because it doesn't need an answer: does Kaveh have someone in mind?

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.]