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checkin2015-04-13 08:21 am
acrimsongaze) wrote in checkin2015-04-13 08:21 am
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[the feed begins, showing a woman with red hair, fair skin, teal irises, and scarlet glasses, glaring so intensely at the camera you'd think she was trying to burn it with her eyes. she's absolutely unhappy with the current situation for several reasons, the first being--]
I am sure someone is viewing this, and who ever is should know where the hell I am. If this is supposed to be paradise for the dead, this is the poorest rendition of it I've ever seen. And trust me, I've heard of one with Faygo rivers and trees that grow special stardust. I believe I'd take that over this.
[even after their subtle betrayal, she'd take the damn clowns' idea of heaven, and all the clowns in it. at least then she'd be in her own body, and would understand so much more about it.]
The matter of where can be addressed with ease, as can the matter of why I'm here, how I was brought, and who did so. What I do not understand is the "what" of things. Particularly, what am I? Am I some sort of slug? A strange relative of the cholerbear? Is this what reincarnation really is? If it is, I think I would've been more content as a ghost.
[she gives a thoughtful pause, then softens slightly. her answers would come in due time. they always did. no need to be so upset... her gaze focuses back onto the camera, but this time it is not so harsh.]
If anyone has any information regarding any of my questions, please contact me as soon as possible. I am willing to work with anyone who has an idea of what is happening to me. [her calm facade shifts into something a bit more manic, a grin suddenly splitting her face.] And if anyone has any intelligence on the pirate, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, please report it to me as well. [for what reasons? none that could be too good. before the feed ends, redglare winks, and offers few parting words:]
A good evening to you. Until we meet again.
[end feed.]
I am sure someone is viewing this, and who ever is should know where the hell I am. If this is supposed to be paradise for the dead, this is the poorest rendition of it I've ever seen. And trust me, I've heard of one with Faygo rivers and trees that grow special stardust. I believe I'd take that over this.
[even after their subtle betrayal, she'd take the damn clowns' idea of heaven, and all the clowns in it. at least then she'd be in her own body, and would understand so much more about it.]
The matter of where can be addressed with ease, as can the matter of why I'm here, how I was brought, and who did so. What I do not understand is the "what" of things. Particularly, what am I? Am I some sort of slug? A strange relative of the cholerbear? Is this what reincarnation really is? If it is, I think I would've been more content as a ghost.
[she gives a thoughtful pause, then softens slightly. her answers would come in due time. they always did. no need to be so upset... her gaze focuses back onto the camera, but this time it is not so harsh.]
If anyone has any information regarding any of my questions, please contact me as soon as possible. I am willing to work with anyone who has an idea of what is happening to me. [her calm facade shifts into something a bit more manic, a grin suddenly splitting her face.] And if anyone has any intelligence on the pirate, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, please report it to me as well. [for what reasons? none that could be too good. before the feed ends, redglare winks, and offers few parting words:]
A good evening to you. Until we meet again.
[end feed.]
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A good evening to you as well, madam.
I'm afraid that intelligence on anyone you knew previously may be difficult to come by. Nor is this, strictly, an afterlife.
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redglare notes the wounds on his face and smirks. a fighter, or perhaps a failer. one has to wonder how he got them, but to survive a fight is honourable. surely he'll be proud enough to tell her unprompted if he won. warriors were prone to that.
but she offers him a little nod and listens well.] Difficult to come by? I find it hard to believe that it'll be impossible for me to gather information on one of the most notorious criminals Alternia has ever seen. Not having information about her already seems odd, and having to work a bit to get any is... well, unusual.
[but hold up, who cares about mindfricker when--] This... isn't an afterlife? Then what is it?
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I'm afraid the jury is out on that, madam. [She's identified on the network, as he is, but he won't use names until invited to. Manners.] A prison, or some form of experimental environment. Some residents have come here from situations which ought to have proven fatal, but are in a minority.
To address your first question, it may be the case that no-one else here has never even heard of Alternia. Many of us have arrived from alternate universes, for lack of a better term.
[It sounds like nonsense even as he's saying it, but he'll defer to majority opinion.]
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[for a moment, she is taken aback by the idea that people may have never heard of her planet-- the empire was making leaps and bounds in technology and advancing in ways that would make them recognisable to aliens, right? maybe not... the idea of alternate universes isn't anything that surprises her, but it will make things a bit more complex.] I'm assuming you've never heard of it. Then... where are you from? What will most of these people have heard of?
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Earth is the name of the planet, though obviously that's our name. The best-represented landmasses seem to be North America and Britain.
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Are there people from other regions besides those two? Or should I keep my focus primarily on them?
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It's actually quite curious that you speak English having never heard of the planet where the language developed. Although -- would I be right in thinking that your appearance changed when you arrived here?
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[the comment about language gets her to laugh. didn't he hear himself?] I could say the same of you, my good man. You seem to be quite fluent in Common Alternian. Your accent is charming, by the way. [he sounded like a highblood. stuffy, but on accident.] My appearance did change, actually. I'm very pink now, which is. Terrifying. I should be grey. [and actually intimidating instead of looking like a ginger cutie.]
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[Interesting. Hard not to wonder if there's some kind of Babel Fish scenario playing out here, as outlandish as that seems.]
I'm aware that some residents with superhuman abilities have had them suppressed. You're the first I've heard of to have been...physically altered, however.
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Superhuman. While I do not know what humans are capable of, I do know that I feel weaker here. I think this place takes something from us to keep it functional. I've only seen it done with psionics, but to think, that this place can take anything from anyone... [it was worrying to think that maybe she was a battery now. highbloods were supposed to be safe from things like that.]
I still don't understand what I am now. I just know that I should be something else. Perhaps it's some consolation that our species evolved similarly, and that I didn't have to relearn how to breathe.
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Are you suggesting that the hotel management is draining something from its residents for their own ends? This is something you've seen before?
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Who is to say that our lovely management, who has the power to take us from different universes and keep us here, isn't draining us of power like that?
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Who indeed.
What might that suggest about the nature of the 'lovely management', in your experience?
8* it's all good, all good.
It suggests many things. If we compare them to my empress, Her Imperious Condescension-- who is capable of a great many things-- then they have a goal, a plan, one that cannot be achieved through "normal" means. They are not weak in any sense of the word, and they should not be tested. We are seen as inferior, playthings at best and tools at worst.
But we serve a purpose. They would not save us from unsavoury circumstances if we didn't. I believe it's beyond our power.
But this is all speculation, and if they are anything like her, of course. [she grins devilishly, and laughs softly.] Still, I have not met them myself, but I do not see them being truly generous.
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But this places a new perspective on things; one of many. Thank you.
May I ask how you prefer to be addressed?
[Because she's identified by the network, buuut Neophyte Redglare? He doesn't know what to do with that.]
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[the matter of names gets her to smile even more. part of her wants to see him trip over himself, but she does like him. perhaps she'll give him her title quickly-- after teasing him, of course.]
You may, but I may not answer. [and then another--] What do you think I'd like to be addressed as?
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A gentleman endeavours not to presume.
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[she smirks at him, but her expression shifts into something faraway-- she's addressing him, but she isn't at the same time.]
My title is Lady Redglare, Neophyte Legislacerator. It doesn't matter much now that I'm removed from Alternia and I am actually dead. You may call me whatever you feel comfortable with. Lady Redglare, Neophyte, Redglare, Red... [a number of names that aren't her real name.] And what may I call you?
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Lady Redglare, then.
My name is Harry Hart. Harry is perfectly fine.
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[Dryly:] I wouldn't like to speak for my entire species, but I'm told I'm a rather starched example of the breed.
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