a_gentle_boy: (Needle)
[voice]
[Lucas's voice is quiet, subdued.  Indistinct.  He isn't speaking to anyone in particular more than he is speaking to himself.]

It looks like she got what she wanted.  ...He never would have let her go.  Not like this.  I wonder... who helped her.  ...I wonder if she could have believed that we might have helped her.  But, I guess... she suffered for long enough, didn't she...

[His voice firms up.]

We have to bury her. Miss Ciel, can you do what you did with Mr. Boris? Or since I don't think anyone would punish us for it this time... Burying is probably just fine, too. We can't just keep her there.

For everyone who doesn't know... Her name was Samantha Achewood.  Not Jane.  She was 24 years old and she was born in Fairfield, C-T. Her sisters were Susan and Lisa. Her favorite color was blue; she was a musician and she loved to play the violin. She attended Julliard. That was who she really was.  And that's as much of a eulogy as I can give.  She was herself for the last few hours... I should have found out more about her.

[still voice, as filtered as he can make it]
What she did say...  At least, I think she confirmed it.  She was surprised that I was able to guess.

Lucy is Zemekis.  Everything in this world, he created.  It's all fake.  Just like we've thought.  It was set up to give the survivors of the war somewhere to take refuge.  That note about the simulation... It must be true.

((Responses will probably come a day late, but I will happily backtag when I get access to a computer again.  Sorry, guys.))
a_gentle_boy: (Nostalgic)
[action]
[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: Lucas attacks your front door with newspapers. )
2: Lucas plays piano. )
3:
Lucas draws 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.]
a_gentle_boy: (Pollyanna)
[public]
[There is fumbling on the phone line for a few seconds and a bit of hesitant breathing, as if the speaker isn't sure whether or not he should say what he's about to say.  When he finally gets the words out, though, they are spoken firmly, with confidence.]

I believe him.

I'm not going to ask anyone else to, but . . . I do.  I don't think for a second that he can really get us out of here, but I think he's trying to help us.  It's not out of selflessness or anything -- There's some reason we can't understand . . . If it makes sense, though, I think . . . I think whatever he's after, it's better for him if we escape than if we stay.  It's not for our sake.  But I believe him.

We've fought so hard for so long.  So when somebody offers to help us for the first time . . . If we just refuse and say it's a trick to hurt us even more -- Isn't that a victory for them, too?  We've all been hurt so deeply that our first reaction is to be afraid.  . . . I don't want to become like that.  I don't want to become someone who's bitter and frightened and always suspicious.  I understand -- I'm naive, and I'm stupid.  But I've gotten as far as I have by believing in the good of people, and I won't let Mayfield take that away from me.

 . . . He said something to me.  'Keep on keeping on'. . . .

[filtered to Crowe, Kay, Luke, and Ness]
[He's chosen the people he wants to speak with carefully.  There are so many people he loves and cares for in this place, but . . . He needs a certain type of person for this.  And after carefully considering for another few moments, Lucas slowly and deliberately filters away from his mother.  There are some things he doesn't want her to know.]

I have something to show you.  It might not be a good time now -- When all of this is over, though, I'd like to ask you to come over when you can.  Thanks.
a_gentle_boy: (Doubtful)
Um.

 . . .

Carry the . . . 2, right?  And then . . . Hm.  That's not right.  Maybe I have to do long division . . . Or calculus?  I heard someone mention calculus before, but I don't know how it's any different from calculation . . .  Is that when I put the 4 underneath the bracket  . . . ?  And make it so that there are enough 4s to go into 9394 . . . And if there aren't enough 4s . . . . . . . . . . . Um.  You take them from here.  And erase it and use the numbers over here because of the . . . Principle of Something Equality  . . . Which means . . . And I am under 18 years of age and I don't know what the rest mean so I check all these boxes . . . . . And multiply by this number . . . . . . . . . . .........  Oh.

Gosh.  It looks like the government owes me $39,918,285.  Maybe I should go buy some more popcorn after all. 

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