[just as quiet. he's not staring, just taking in the sight; it's like corrosion, he thinks, but with only the body changing, rather than the mind being overtaken along with it. and arguably... that's worse.]
You're still yourself, but you're not. It's not the same. You know what you're supposed to see, when you look down, and you-- don't.
[you wake up in a nightmare. you wake up different. it never goes away.]
[ letting their hands drop, they just clasp them quietly between their knees. ]
You know what you are, but it makes you question who... or what precisely all of that entails.
[ unspoken: in the eyes of others, in the mirror, every window's reflection, it could be a mask, another actor waiting in the wings of the stage, what if you... aren't really yourself. ]
Covering up on a planet like this isn't so hard, at least. I suppose the only decent side to all of this is... I believe people here are more understanding than most.
[ THIS SHIP'S FULL OF FREAKS and they're all just as likely as the other to disappear. gives a very heavy-looking shrug. as they fasten the collar of their jacket back. ]
...they might not be that way about everything. Seems like the kinda place Rodya and Yuri and I come from isn't... much like anybody else's.
[he's gotten used to the reactions when he mentions things from the city, somewhat, and so it's-- hard to just assume they'll be understanding about it. the arm bothers some, too, he knows that already.]
Probably best for me to stay out of the way for a bit. If you don't mind.
Seems like it, yeah. Every time I've talked about home, people kind of... ah, y'know. Not that they don't believe me, but it seems like it's abnormal enough to them that half the things we see as normal throw 'em off.
rattles my sleep self for tagging u without my awake self's knowledge somehow.
Would you tell me more about it? What your home is like?
[ a quiet curiosity. ]
What is 'normal' to each of us differs so greatly, I have no metric for this... [ with a faint pinch of the brow ] ... but I would like to learn anyways, if it would perhaps better help me care for you should you need help.
For starters, then... the City's huge. Way bigger than, say, that last one we visited-- maybe that would've been about the size of a Nest, but then each Nest has a District surrounding out, and there's 25 of 'em in total. Nests are all watched over by the Wings that run the place, those're the most powerful companies in the City, but outside the Nests? You're on your own. Backstreets're usually run by different Syndicates, so you've just gotta follow the rules of whoever's turf you live in, or leave.
[reaching for a cigarette...
remembering he's in the medbay. he stops.]
If you're not born in a Nest, and you don't get in by company sponsorship, it's just about impossible to immigrate. It's not like just packin' up and going in there, they're sealed off.
[ tilting their head they are listening attentively. i'm sorry you are in here in the medbay, where smoking is most definitely a no no... but they sit up a bit, a low whistle. ]
Here I thought the last one was enormous... So it's a city run entirely by these companies... Hell of a way to have to live.
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[just as quiet. he's not staring, just taking in the sight; it's like corrosion, he thinks, but with only the body changing, rather than the mind being overtaken along with it. and arguably... that's worse.]
You're still yourself, but you're not. It's not the same. You know what you're supposed to see, when you look down, and you-- don't.
[you wake up in a nightmare. you wake up different. it never goes away.]
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You know what you are, but it makes you question who... or what precisely all of that entails.
[ unspoken: in the eyes of others, in the mirror, every window's reflection, it could be a mask, another actor waiting in the wings of the stage, what if you... aren't really yourself. ]
Covering up on a planet like this isn't so hard, at least. I suppose the only decent side to all of this is... I believe people here are more understanding than most.
[ THIS SHIP'S FULL OF FREAKS and they're all just as likely as the other to disappear. gives a very heavy-looking shrug. as they fasten the collar of their jacket back. ]
... But if you need a break, you're welcome here.
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[he's gotten used to the reactions when he mentions things from the city, somewhat, and so it's-- hard to just assume they'll be understanding about it. the arm bothers some, too, he knows that already.]
Probably best for me to stay out of the way for a bit. If you don't mind.
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[ a slow hum, like they're thinking of something distant, before a shake of the head. hm. ]
Your home... it's something people can't quite fathom?
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rattles my sleep self for tagging u without my awake self's knowledge somehow.
[ a quiet curiosity. ]
What is 'normal' to each of us differs so greatly, I have no metric for this... [ with a faint pinch of the brow ] ... but I would like to learn anyways, if it would perhaps better help me care for you should you need help.
[ im just a doctor man. ]
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[reaching for a cigarette...
remembering he's in the medbay. he stops.]
If you're not born in a Nest, and you don't get in by company sponsorship, it's just about impossible to immigrate. It's not like just packin' up and going in there, they're sealed off.
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Here I thought the last one was enormous... So it's a city run entirely by these companies... Hell of a way to have to live.
What part of this did you come from...?
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