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a_gentle_boy) wrote2011-01-28 05:19 pm
a_gentle_boy) wrote2011-01-28 05:19 pm
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Twenty-Ninth PSI
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[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas. He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider. For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get. His routine is fairly straightforward.
1: Every morning, early morning, Lucas gets on his tea table and delivers his paper. He's still getting used to the hang of it, though. Maybe he'll accidentally smash it into your door, at which point, he'll hurriedly get off to check to see if he damaged anything. Most of the time, he hasn't.
2: After school, he practices piano alone in the music room. By this point, he can be eavesdropped upon without anyone wanting to forbid him from ever touching an instrument again. The songs he plays are strangely melancholy.
3: In his free time, he sits in the park or in his house and practices his sketching. Most of the time, he's drawing his friends, so perhaps you'll run across him drawing you.]
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[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]
Hello? A-Ah. This is Lucas.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind. I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here? How long have people come in and out? Does anyone really know? But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here?
When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right? It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man. He, um. Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain? That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside. If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right? Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them. And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all. To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.
............. I know I've already started to.
Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track? Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten. Maybe even signatures. So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember. Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister. Fuuko and how much she loved starfish. Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.
It might be a bad idea. Or too much work. But . . . Well. I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us. I'd love to hear that kind of thing.
[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice. Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]
[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas. He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider. For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get. His routine is fairly straightforward.
1: Every morning, early morning, Lucas gets on his tea table and delivers his paper. He's still getting used to the hang of it, though. Maybe he'll accidentally smash it into your door, at which point, he'll hurriedly get off to check to see if he damaged anything. Most of the time, he hasn't.
2: After school, he practices piano alone in the music room. By this point, he can be eavesdropped upon without anyone wanting to forbid him from ever touching an instrument again. The songs he plays are strangely melancholy.
3: In his free time, he sits in the park or in his house and practices his sketching. Most of the time, he's drawing his friends, so perhaps you'll run across him drawing you.]
[voice]
[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]
Hello? A-Ah. This is Lucas.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind. I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here? How long have people come in and out? Does anyone really know? But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here?
When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right? It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man. He, um. Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain? That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside. If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right? Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them. And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all. To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.
............. I know I've already started to.
Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track? Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten. Maybe even signatures. So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember. Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister. Fuuko and how much she loved starfish. Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.
It might be a bad idea. Or too much work. But . . . Well. I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us. I'd love to hear that kind of thing.
[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice. Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]
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... the drones. They're... in agony.
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[This is his instinctive reaction. His intelligent reaction, after a few moments of thought, comes shortly after.]
What was your Christmas wish?
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[Because Jolt was a lot more rational at the time.]
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The town made you feel the way the drones did. That's what you're saying? And they were in constant pain.
[Lucas's grip on the phone has become hard enough that it is hurting his hand. He doesn't notice.]
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[Deep breaths, Sideswipe.]
... Constant pain, yes. It was horrific.
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[Lucas doesn't sound too sure of himself, though. Something like that couldn't be true. Could it?]
That's . . . I mean. Some people do go . . . back home . . .
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I knew exactly how Jolt was feeling when he felt it.
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. . . It could have been modified just to do that when you were around drones. T-There's still no way to be sure. They're smart enough for that.
[There is a pitch to Lucas's voice that isn't usually there. He needs for you to agree with him . . . ]
I forgot what my keywords are on this account a lot /sob
No worries!
[Lucas seems to have forgotten that he was the one who proposed this theory in the first place. But he had never thought that what was meant was Excruciating Pain. If that was so . . .
Mr. Netherlands. Margot. Free. Fuuko. Everyone . . . ]
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I know exactly what I felt. And what I felt it from. Like it or not, everyone we cared for is currently in agony.
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It's exceedingly unlikely that anyone notices, but 846 Goldberg glows as brightly as day for a few moments in the night.]
I can't believe that.
But if that's true, then . . . when we beat this town, once and for all. There will be a great debt to pay.
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Live in denial all you like. It doesn't change anything.
... I intend to kill them. And I intend to take pleasure in it.
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They must have a reason for all of this. And we'll still need to find out how to get home. Please wait until we've learned what we need to learn before you do.
[Perhaps it is of note that Lucas has not said anything against the execution of those in charge.]
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They want to torture us. Isn't that reason enough?
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