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I approve.
I'll see you when you're done.
[ he lives here so he probably saw gregor's timer on the pod and settled in to do some work. it is freezing today on this fair tuesday, so he's bundled up a bit more, mostly just in a jacket zipped up high. just doing some writing in his journal, but is happy to go wherever. nothing too pressing today. ]
I'll see you when you're done.
[ he lives here so he probably saw gregor's timer on the pod and settled in to do some work. it is freezing today on this fair tuesday, so he's bundled up a bit more, mostly just in a jacket zipped up high. just doing some writing in his journal, but is happy to go wherever. nothing too pressing today. ]
| [ anyways this is like the funniest thing that could happen to him (jk he's just concerned at the flip flopping) so he will just. go to the sim room!! like doesn't even heed the don't come here! so!!!! ] Hey. [ he's peering in the doorway. wearing an old blue sweater and just looking like he's been trying to wind down, but also a little worry is etched semi-permanently in his brow. ] |
-hey, Io.
[thank god i can let my meta out in here because WHEW. whew. he's repressing everything so fucking hard to seem halfway normal to everyone else, but he's just-- everything is a mess. his temper is still bad, especially with owner...
...fuck. owner.
gregor can only keep the impulses and urges stifled for so long. he didn't go all out with charles, but in the basic combat simulation he's running through right now... he fights viciously. as he speaks, he doesn't face io, he just drives his claw through a target and rips it back out in a motion too practiced not to be second nature.]
[thank god i can let my meta out in here because WHEW. whew. he's repressing everything so fucking hard to seem halfway normal to everyone else, but he's just-- everything is a mess. his temper is still bad, especially with owner...
...fuck. owner.
gregor can only keep the impulses and urges stifled for so long. he didn't go all out with charles, but in the basic combat simulation he's running through right now... he fights viciously. as he speaks, he doesn't face io, he just drives his claw through a target and rips it back out in a motion too practiced not to be second nature.]
[ i forgot you can actually vent out the meta in here while icly i remind super blissfully unaware. ahaaaaa cries. for a long moment he watches this, the way that he moves so ruthlessly, the instant thrust and gut. god. ]
Don't wear yourself out before tomorrow.
[ he folds his arms loosely, stepping in a bit closer now. ]
How long have you been at this?
Don't wear yourself out before tomorrow.
[ he folds his arms loosely, stepping in a bit closer now. ]
How long have you been at this?
[ gregor will find that upon making his selection of who he would like to "speak" with, the world around him in the holodeck shifts and warps and twists and glitches. then, all of a sudden, he will find himself dropping right onto his knees in the middle of what looks like... a barren, sparsely furnished old-timey theatre, where a stage framed by red curtains looms dead center. it is dark right now save for the occasional candles in sconces flanking the walls. smaller candles, placed in parallel, create a path toward the stage on an open wooden floor, where perhaps seating might have been arranged at one point.
in the background, someone recites a line of latin on repeat. scientia potentia est - scientia potentia est -
someone is currently just laying on the edge the stage kind of just staring up. it's one of those days. both legs are doing a dangle off the edge, a pair of old-fashioned boots kicking the stage to a low beat. ]
in the background, someone recites a line of latin on repeat. scientia potentia est - scientia potentia est -
someone is currently just laying on the edge the stage kind of just staring up. it's one of those days. both legs are doing a dangle off the edge, a pair of old-fashioned boots kicking the stage to a low beat. ]
Oof-
[just a muffled little sound as he drops onto his knees on the wooden floor, then hauls himself back up to his feet, sparing his surroundings a quick, wary glance.
well. he was warned about this, at least, so it's not too strange.
he makes his way toward the stage in the center, then, toward the figure laying on the edge of it.]
...hey. You can hear me, right?
[just a muffled little sound as he drops onto his knees on the wooden floor, then hauls himself back up to his feet, sparing his surroundings a quick, wary glance.
well. he was warned about this, at least, so it's not too strange.
he makes his way toward the stage in the center, then, toward the figure laying on the edge of it.]
...hey. You can hear me, right?
[ well the thudding against the stage stops a moment. and the person who is laid their slowly props themself up on their elbows and
yeah.
io just blinks slowly, before pushing up onto their hands. the voices beyond the stage murmur quietly now, softly, barely imperceptible now as his attention turns to who's arrived. ]
Loud and clear. Yeah...
Hey.
yeah.
io just blinks slowly, before pushing up onto their hands. the voices beyond the stage murmur quietly now, softly, barely imperceptible now as his attention turns to who's arrived. ]
Loud and clear. Yeah...
Hey.
[ The holodeck whirrs!!! It takes time and for a moment he feels lost. He isn't sure if he even has a body, but eventually he finds a glowing patch past the darkness. He can follow it and he'll regain his senses.
Here is a beautiful rose garden full of blossoming color. There is a white metal lawn table with small intricate grooves and arches for decoration and two matching chairs, both occupied. In the distance is... A manor.
Sitting in the chairs are a tall man with white hair and red eyes. then a woman with black hair and green eyes in the other. She's rather animated, eyes bright, while the man is more subdued. ]
Here is a beautiful rose garden full of blossoming color. There is a white metal lawn table with small intricate grooves and arches for decoration and two matching chairs, both occupied. In the distance is... A manor.
Sitting in the chairs are a tall man with white hair and red eyes. then a woman with black hair and green eyes in the other. She's rather animated, eyes bright, while the man is more subdued. ]
[oh... this is nice, actually? he's found he likes garden spaces like this, seeing the plantlife there in a way he never would have in the city. unlike half of this game, he doesn't have trauma thanks to plants in general, just extremely specific plants...
he's almost not sure whether he should interrupt or not, after taking in the scene and the two people here, but after a few seconds to consider--
gregor decides to approach, not bothering to be sneaky about it or anything. just seeing if his presence here disrupts anything.]
he's almost not sure whether he should interrupt or not, after taking in the scene and the two people here, but after a few seconds to consider--
gregor decides to approach, not bothering to be sneaky about it or anything. just seeing if his presence here disrupts anything.]
[ Technology whirls... Gregor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm colors from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with repeating support arches protruding and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines softly at the center, but the focus of the room is not there.
Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]
Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]
[this room is one of the stranger places to him, probably, with its circular shape and warm colors, the soft lighting. it's not bad by any means, he likes the aesthetic, but he definitely still takes a few seconds to get his bearings and take it in...
...and also to listen to the duet the two children are playing.
the scene here is one that he's less willing to interrupt than others, and when he steps closer, it's more cautious, not really wanting to put an end to that.]
...and also to listen to the duet the two children are playing.
the scene here is one that he's less willing to interrupt than others, and when he steps closer, it's more cautious, not really wanting to put an end to that.]
[ Obviously, these are the two children. At the end of their song, Gregor can hear them laugh. One of them chides the other, telling them that they need to be more disciplined in their playing. The reaction is that isn't it about having fun?
The banter is innocent, playful. Gregor would be able to close his eyes and he'd still know that they're close. Of course with the sound of footsteps, even cautious, the owner of the dream can sense an invader no matter their entry, such is one bundled and coiled in paranoia and fear. The dream shifts eventually when one child stops engaging in conversation. "Nai?" asks one, worried.
Well, one twin stands from the stool... And in a blink he's a man. ]
I see that you were received well on the other side.
The banter is innocent, playful. Gregor would be able to close his eyes and he'd still know that they're close. Of course with the sound of footsteps, even cautious, the owner of the dream can sense an invader no matter their entry, such is one bundled and coiled in paranoia and fear. The dream shifts eventually when one child stops engaging in conversation. "Nai?" asks one, worried.
Well, one twin stands from the stool... And in a blink he's a man. ]
I see that you were received well on the other side.
[ A blanket of darkness falls upon all your senses, shrouding everything in dark as the holodeck hums into life, the technology whirring along. Eventually, all is quiet, and nothing sounds out audibly. Eventually, blue starts to fill your vision, with the interior looking like the inside of a massive tower. Everything around is made of blue crystal, with gold accents here and there, as are the golden stairs leading straight up to a set of doors.
The doors open, greeting you, and within looks like an observatory sized room of sorts. There's a circular dark pattern with various lines of gold etched into it in signs of a likely planet system but none of it looks familiar. There is a door to the right, and straight ahead looks like a door made of crystal that glows brighter than the crystal walls around you.
A man stands in the middle, a staff in their right hand with a hood held over their head. Though he does seem to notice as soon as he has company, attention turned away from the bright crystal door in front of him. ]
...Ah. [ It takes a moment, for recognition to kick in fully. ] Gregor. 'Tis good to see you, my friend.
The doors open, greeting you, and within looks like an observatory sized room of sorts. There's a circular dark pattern with various lines of gold etched into it in signs of a likely planet system but none of it looks familiar. There is a door to the right, and straight ahead looks like a door made of crystal that glows brighter than the crystal walls around you.
A man stands in the middle, a staff in their right hand with a hood held over their head. Though he does seem to notice as soon as he has company, attention turned away from the bright crystal door in front of him. ]
...Ah. [ It takes a moment, for recognition to kick in fully. ] Gregor. 'Tis good to see you, my friend.
[ well! i will say this is probably later than gregor would like haha! there's been a lot to do but he is here... sleeping at last for a little bit and therefore, there is a dream of a grassy, golden field, a soft blue sky. it's a good day, maybe. the air smells alive - like it's green and lush - and there's sunlight, warm sunlight.
it's summer time.
he's just laying under a tree with a big black bull behind his head, hands folded over his stomach, though one unfolds and gives him a little wave. ]
Sorry... took a bit...
it's summer time.
he's just laying under a tree with a big black bull behind his head, hands folded over his stomach, though one unfolds and gives him a little wave. ]
Sorry... took a bit...
[ what's up my name is char and it's the last day so io is here just hanging out wherever is comfy just enjoying the general positive atmosphere okay, it's kind of nice to see everyone finally At Ease.
but lifts a hand when he sees him. ]
Looks like we've made it, hm?
but lifts a hand when he sees him. ]
Looks like we've made it, hm?
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