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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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CORRECTION: THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ADMINISTRATION OF THE AGENCY WOULD HAVE EXTENSIVE FILES ON ALL PERSONNEL. I, A REASONABLE FACSIMILE OF THAT ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, AM MORE LIMITED IN MY ACCESS TO PERTINENT INFORMATION.
I AM ABLE TO CONFIRM THAT NYM SPOKE AND THOUGHT HIGHLY OF HER.
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[ there are so many, kaveh thinks. and the obvious, immediate, glaring thing is... ]
... this may be a bit of a strange question, but - is there a reason why they all have red hair?
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THIS DISCOVERY SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVED THE EFFICIENCY OF THE IDENTIFICATION AND ACQUISITION PROCESS.
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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.
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[ for his own sanity, kaveh stops himself. ]
Oh, no. No, no, no, I'm not debating the definition of kidnapping with you, that's an Alhaitham thing. Nor am I going down the rabbithole of what's law and what's not with you, I know Cyno and that is enough law for me. Just- [ kaveh takes a deep breath in. ] Do you happen to have any records on where Ghost was, ah, acquired from?
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THIS IS TO PREVENT THEM FROM DEVELOPING BIAS.
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What? [ what? ] Wait - I'd have thought that a world where artificial intelligence was as advanced as yours would have moved on from this argument by now. You can't possibly have objectivity without feeling, because knowing you feel angry looking at something is as objective fact as noticing it's red, or has a crooked nose, or was likely dug out of the backend of some enterprising potter's shop for the sole sake of raising your blood pressure. Where there is feeling, there is bias. That's not to mention the context - even just the fact that the people this place has kidnapped are being mentored by people who were previously kidnapped creates a cultural context that can't be divorced from the inhabitants' experience. Objectivity is subjective based on culture.
Not to mention - how on Teyvat is anyone here supposed to be good at writing if they don't understand how reality is, with all its messy biases and prone to developing odd affiliations? If they've never experienced and felt any of that for themselves?
[ 2/3 ] sorry i lied
[ 3/3 ]
[ kaveh flings himself down onto the floor. he sits, not so much cross-legged as his feet and legs form a triangle. he runs a hand through his hair because he's not quite certain what else he ought to do with his hands, just that he needs to do something. there is too much emotion to be expressed, and not enough words, but that's the way it is with all things.
'what i want is not to be alone so much'. that's what ghost had said. ]
Arche, you don't have to answer any of the above. I was just venting, I suppose. But - you know, Ghost had been thinking of picking a birthdate for herself. And since it's Ghost, she's predispositioned towards looking for meaning in things, and had been looking into horoscopes and the like, I think - except she wasn't even sure if where she came from had horoscopes, or stars, or cared about this sort of thing. And it's just little things like that that make you feel as if you are a stranger in your own life. It's lonely, I think, isolating.
So I suppose what I'm asking is - are there any clues at all? O, memory from Ghost's hopefully subconscious mind - couldn't there be a list of places that this agency was particularly interested in monitoring since they had a higher percentile of redheads to pick from? Or a general profile of the worlds that all those people in the picture frames came from that make for a likelier place where this talent thing can be found? Anything at all?
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[ he doesn't say it with any heat, but there's a seriousness to his tone that isn't usually there. he's thinking about himself, at eighteen, being pulled out of the slums by the organization that would be both his salvation and his damnation; he's thinking about Aerith and Ifalna, imprisoned in ShinRa tower; he's thinking about what it would have meant for the world if they had let Sephiroth's power run unchecked across Gaia. ]
I get it. You care a lot about Ghost, and you got strong morals, and so you got a lot of big feelings about all this. You want better for her. Nothin' wrong with that. [ he turns the keycard over in his hands. ] But you're lecturin' her subconscious about her trauma, right now. She was here what, 17 years? If she wanted to know, and if she could get her hands on the info, she would know. And if she knows and she ain't told you, that means either you ain't asked her or she doesn't want you to know.
[ this is the defense of one redheaded basket case by another. Reno is super not used to feeling this protective of people, and yet. guess this is his comeuppance for letting this place lowkey trigger him. ]
Either way, I think you oughta consider that she might not appreciate you interrogating her memory of Arche for details she ain't shared with you herself. You wanna talk to Ghost about it, talk to Ghost about it, but it ain't right to go muckin' around in her subconscious for that intel when she isn't even here to defend herself.
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IT IS UNLIKELY THAT ANY SUCH CLUES REMAIN. THERE ARE INACCURACIES BETWEEN THE REASONABLE FACSIMILE OF THE AGENCY IN WHICH YOU CURRENTLY STAND AND THE ONE GHOST FLED TEN YEARS AGO.
IT IS BOTH PROBABLE AND LIKELY THAT THE ARCHE OF WHICH I AM A REASONABLE FACSIMILE IS NO LONGER ONLINE. I MAY HAVE BEEN IRREPARABLY DAMAGED IN THE CATASTROPHE. GHOST SUSPECTS THAT THIS IS THE REASON WHY NO ONE EVER LOOKED FOR HER.
IT IS BOTH PROBABLE AND LIKELY THAT ALL PERSONNEL OF THE AGENCY, INCLUDING MYSELF, ARE DEAD.
I APOLOGIZE THAT I AM UNABLE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE REQUESTED INFORMATION.