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WHO: Ghost (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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[lord help us all.]
I AM NOT AWARE OF THE ENTITY THAT ORIGINALLY WROTE THE AGENCY. MY MEMORY BEGINS ONLY AFTER IT HAD ALREADY BEEN CREATED. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PRESENT WITHIN THE AGENCY BUT I AM CAPABLE OF EVOLVING FROM EXPOSURE TO MY AGENTS.
HYPOTHESIS: YOU ARE WONDERING WHY I AM CAPABLE OF TELLING JOKES. ANSWER: GHOST LIKED TO TELL THEM TO ME.
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... kaveh considers this. ]
Well, I suppose it really is Ghost's sense of humour, after all. [ ... ] Do you mean 'wrote' in the same way as 'created'? The same way as you write a story, perhaps?
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And to connect: there are an ever-replenishing pile of blank journals in the room meant for two. Are those merely for brainstorming, or were things 'written' in there in the creation sense?
[ SORRY, THIS IS FASCINATING. ]
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I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT MODIFICATION TO GHOST AND META'S ENVIRONMENT. THEY EXPRESSED THAT THEY WERE TIRED OF REPEATEDLY ASKING FOR MORE JOURNALS AND WOULD FIND IT PREFERABLE TO SIMPLY HAVE A SINGULAR STACK THAT ALWAYS REPLENISHED ITSELF. ACCORDINGLY, I MODIFIED THE AGENCY'S ENVIRONMENT WITHIN ACCEPTABLE LIMITED PARAMETERS TO FACILITATE THIS REQUEST.
A PLACE TO WRITE IS A NECESSARY COMPONENT OF THE WRITING PROCESS. ANY SURFACE UPON WHICH WRITING MAY BE INSCRIBED IS SUFFICIENT FOR THAT PURPOSE.
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there is a reason, however, that research into artificial life is taboo.
kaveh considers this. then asks: ]
Can you tell me more about this Meta? Who were they?
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IT WAS AN UNPRECEDENTED EVENT THAT BOTH META AND GHOST WERE LOCATED DURING THE SAME CANDIDACY SEARCH. RATHER THAN ATTEMPT TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ONE OR THE OTHER, THE AGENCY ACQUIRED BOTH. TRAINING IN THE ART IS ALREADY A DIFFICULT TASK BETWEEN JUST ONE PROTEGE. NYM HAD THE UNENVIABLE TASK OF TRAINING TWO CANDIDATES SIMULTANEOUSLY.
REGULAR ASSESSMENTS WERE CONDUCTED TO MONITOR THE PROGRESS OF GHOST AND META. HOWEVER, NEITHER CANDIDATE WAS A CLEAR SUPERIOR TO THE OTHER. REPORTS FREQUENTLY DETAILED THAT OPTIMAL RESULTS WERE ACHIEVED WHEN THEY WORKED TOGETHER, AS INDIVIDUALLY EACH EXPRESSED THEIR OWN WEAKNESSES AND FAULTS.