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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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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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[ But… ]
If I want to find a specific memory outside of feeding, I can do so with a little digging using the Mind Gift– [ Yeah,,, its called that,,, ] –but I’m not sure I still have that talent here. Or, at least, that it’s not as powerful.
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Unfortunately for Ghost, they are all about invasions of privacy right now.] So, what vision are you getting?
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[ Sucking the blood from his teeth as if it will give him more information: ]
Meta chalked his injuries down to fast reading, Ghost was sceptical. He's the kind of boy to do daring things, it seems; getting paper cuts doesn't quite suit him, as she was smart enough to discern. Meta was reluctant to let anyone but her see the cuts. There was trust between them. He spoke of creating something to 'fix' everything, and to ultimately protect her... The thing that did this.
I already know that he had no intention for such destruction to happen, but I also know that he didn't understand how to control the thing he had created. Either way, the thing responsible isn't in this room, but that doesn't mean it isn't in this facility.
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It must be giving you Ghost's memories because this is all framed from her mind. Meta must have been secretive because he knew she would talk him down.
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He trusted her enough to tell her his idea, she wanted to know, but he wanted to show their mentor first. I think this scene here is what transpired of that.
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You mean, as far as Ghost believes, Meta didn't intend for this to happen.
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The sight of a boy screaming and crying in the wake of his mistake usually makes one lean toward believing his tears are not crocodile tears.
But yes, I suppose that could be Ghost preferring to remember the scene that way. Do you have some reason to believe Meta wanted to cause his mentor harm?
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Well, less now that I've got that bit of context, thanks.
I think teenagers in a restrictive environment might want to take it out on the people who're restricting them, is all.
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[ Lestat being reasonable??? Who is this man. ]
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He might not even have known those feelings were present.
[ She shrugs. ] Probably not important to getting out of here. It's Ghost's world in here -- her perceptions are going to be shaping things, I expect.