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[Oh OK so. That just happened. ...Lucas listens a little blankly to the announcement before blinking a few times to himself.]
So, um. I'm... kind of... still here... So don't worry! ...I mean, not that it's really that important, and there are probably a lot of other people who are really gone, but. ...Is there someone else named Lucas here?
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[Today is a normal day. Lucas delivers the mail, takes his rounds making sure his friends are alright, stops by at the malt shop... And yet, everywhere he goes, he gets nothing but dirty glances. It's more than mildly confusing, and so it is that he ends up sitting on his front porch frowning to himself. It's been a long time since he's done so, but eventually, he'll get out the yo-yo and begin to quietly practice some tricks by himself.
The rhythmicity of the movements makes him feel a bit better.]
((Lucas was wiped, so please respond as if he were fake!))
[Oh OK so. That just happened. ...Lucas listens a little blankly to the announcement before blinking a few times to himself.]
So, um. I'm... kind of... still here... So don't worry! ...I mean, not that it's really that important, and there are probably a lot of other people who are really gone, but. ...Is there someone else named Lucas here?
[action]
[Today is a normal day. Lucas delivers the mail, takes his rounds making sure his friends are alright, stops by at the malt shop... And yet, everywhere he goes, he gets nothing but dirty glances. It's more than mildly confusing, and so it is that he ends up sitting on his front porch frowning to himself. It's been a long time since he's done so, but eventually, he'll get out the yo-yo and begin to quietly practice some tricks by himself.
The rhythmicity of the movements makes him feel a bit better.]
((Lucas was wiped, so please respond as if he were fake!))
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Date: 2011-12-20 04:53 am (UTC)[Lucas quietly approaches on his table, who he could, at the very least, depend on not to abandon him. Dakki looks different, as a large number of people had that day. He is, by this time, almost used to seeing it.]
...Do you need any help?
...I am very unsure as to why that last one has "Phone" in the subject. o_O
Date: 2011-12-20 11:57 pm (UTC)The offer of help was much better than she had expected. Much better than she had hoped. She smiles a sad smile.]
I'm almost done. But thank you, Lucas.
...You're being nicer than some people have been. So thank you.
No problem!
Date: 2011-12-21 02:59 am (UTC)I've been getting the same thing myself all day. ...If you're fake or if you're not... does it really matter that much?
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Date: 2011-12-25 12:33 am (UTC)[She lets the shovel rest in a snowbank, and leans forward on it a bit, looking at Lucas carefully.]
You don't feel right, to me. But I think that's an emotional reaction. Not an empirical one. If I measured you, checked your shirt size, your shoe size, the color of your hair... would they all be the same?
[Her eyes flick skywards, as she thinks it over.] ...simulations can often be about perception. And about what the simulation wants us to perceive. If this is all just down to perception, I don't like what this says about the extent of Mayfield's control over us.