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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?

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[On the other side of the desk is some more chaos and wreckage; it looks as though a drawer that was once inside the desk got thrown out and overturned when the whole thing went over. Don't think too hard about the physics of how that could've happened, just take my word for it that there's a drawer overturned back there.

The good news is, the drawer overturning probably shielded its contents from a lot of the damage and, like, blood nastiness, given how it fell.]

[Well, obviously he's going to maneuver around the desk and upturn that drawer to poke through its once-contents.]

[A variety of items spill out onto the thankfully unmarred carpet as he upends the drawer; some of them are fairly routine things that you would expect to find in the desk of someone who writes a lot, like post-it notes and liquid paper and binder clips and the like. Others are things like a little collection of hard candies, some paper clips chained together into a snake — all signs of a very organized and methodical, though not altogether unsentimental, owner.

There are also two manila envelopes, the kind with the string you can loop around the fastener to tie it closed, and an extremely quality fountain pen that looks, at the very least one-of-a-kind, if not custom-crafted for its owner specifically.]

[Alhaitham is going to pocket that pen for now, and then sit against the overturned desk as he opens the manila envelopes to flip through their contents.]

[As with most of the things in this room that come in twos, the contents of the manila envelopes prove to be some more reporting on Ghost and Meta; this time, the documents are entitled Comprehensive Assessment. Between these and the journals, it seems as though there was some sort of official or standardized evaluation going on at or about the time that the room was destroyed.

If Alhaitham compares the writing on these documents against the picture Kaveh is looking at, he'll notice that the person who sentimentally captioned the photograph was the same person who wrote these documents. Both documents are fairly extensive and go into some detail with observations, reflections, and remarks on the subjects in question.

Meta's document acknowledges his creativity and passion for innovation. However, it also remarks on his temperament and spends some time in discussion of his receptiveness to criticism; the terms "habitual imprecision" and "reckless vocabulary choices" are also included and underlined.

Ghost's document is similarly praiseworthy of her stylistic choices, self-editing skills, and strength with wordplay. However, the more negative commentary spends a fairly significant length of time discussing "concerns about stagnation" and "fixation on the fantastic". There is also a note about a need to cultivate impartiality.

He is also now in possession of that very fancy pen! Inventory GET.]

[Alhaitham hums to himself as he reviews the documents.]

Arche. This talent of theirs is the ability to "rewrite" reality in a very literal sense, isn't it? The same ability that was used to create the facility and probably yourself.

CORRECT. SUBJECTS THAT MANIFEST THE TALENT ARE THEORETICALLY CAPABLE OF ALTERING THE MULTIVERSE AT THEIR DISCRETION.

IT IS WHY THEY ARE EMPHATICALLY DESIRABLE. AND HEAVILY REGULATED.

But not regulated enough this time. [He lowers the folder, looking out to the remains of violence in the room.] Due to his lack of precision, Meta created something he didn't mean to that got out of control.

[As there was no question directed to her anywhere in that, Arche remains silent. Perhaps conspicuously silent.]

[Arche remains silent, but he didn't need her answer. No, right now he's simply thinking about each piece in the whole.

And then, after a minute of contemplation:] Does Ghost know if Meta is dead or alive?

SHE DOES NOT.

I ALSO DO NOT POSSESS THIS INFORMATION.

No, because you're a recreation of Arche from Ghost's memories.

There's a door in the central room with no obvious access. Are you able to open it?

I, THE REASONABLE FACSIMILE OF THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE TASKED WITH OVERSEEING THE FACILITY OF WHICH THIS ENVIRONMENT IS A REASONABLE FACSIMILE, AM UNABLE TO OPEN THAT DOOR UPON YOUR REQUEST.

I HAVE QUERIED THE REASON FOR THIS ABERRATION IN MY USUAL FUNCTIONALITY AND HAVE DISCOVERED THAT THIS WOULD CONSTITUTE "CHEATING".

Is that so. [The breath he lets out is amused. Well, it was worth a shot.]

One last question. What does an ID without a color border signify?

AGENCY PERSONNEL RECEIVE THEIR BADGE DESIGNATIONS ACCORDING TO THEIR ASSIGNED DEPARTMENT.

Please list out every department in the agency and their associated badge color.

I AM AWARE THAT YOU HAVE PHRASED YOUR INQUIRY IN THE FORM OF AN IMPERATIVE TO CIRCUMVENT THE FACT THAT YOU HAD ALREADY DESIGNED YOUR PREVIOUS INQUIRY AS "ONE LAST QUESTION".

PLEASE DIRECT YOUR INQUIRY TO YOUR FELLOW AGENTS.

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justscribing - 2024-01-17 22:48 (UTC) - Expand

Regulated?

[ Johanna has been eavesdropping, obviously -- they're all in the same room so it's not really eavesdropping but whatever -- but she can't stay quiet on that one. ]

Regulated how?

THEY ARE IDENTIFIED, ACQUIRED, AND TRAINED IN THEIR GIFT. UPON COMPLETION OF THEIR TRAINING THEY ARE TASKED WITH THE RESPONSIBILITY OF FURTHERING THE MISSION OF THE AGENCY.

What do you mean by "acquired?" Be specific.

UPON IDENTIFICATION A FIELD OPS TEAM IS SENT TO THE CANDIDATE'S WORLD OF ORIGIN TO RETRIEVE THE CANDIDATE AND REMOVE THEM INTO THE CUSTODY OF THE AGENCY.

Would another precise word for that be kidnapping?

THE DEFINITION OF KIDNAPPING IS TO SEIZE AND DETAIN OR CARRY AWAY BY UNLAWFUL FORCE OR FRAUD AND OFTEN WITH A DEMAND FOR RANSOM.

IT IS AN OPEN QUESTION WHAT LAW THE AGENCY IS OR IS NOT SUBJECT TO.

ALSO I AM NOT AWARE OF ANY RANSOM BEING DEMANDED.

[ Harsh: ] Easy to do things "lawfully" if you can write the fucking laws to suit you, isn't it? Jesus Christ.

[ Fuck this. You can't exactly storm away from a conversation with an omnipresent AI, but she's going to make her best effort nevertheless and go vibe in the library.

On her way through the central room, she puts the coffee mug on the podium with unnecessary force. ]

[Notably: despite not being fully over the sort of rounded impression that Lestat identified, the coffee mug and the mark are not the same size.]

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