May. 3rd, 2017

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May. 3rd, 2017 12:40 pm
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Alternate Universes.

Alright, I've heard weirder. [ The filtered, mechanical voice comes from the reflective helmet -- which really just reflects the camera of his comm back for the world to see. Exciting! ]

So the important questions are as follows:
Number one. Radio Shack, or some equivalent. Or am I supposed to dig through scrapyards? It looks like most of them are out of business, so I'm looking for a supplier.
Number two. Who likes to sing, and wants a good deal on being the best damn singer out there? Let's talk.
Number three. Tell me about each of these cities. I can read reviews, but I want to know what you think about them. For...research.
Number four. What's the fandom scene like? Anyone else here involved, or is it just the normal people.

If any of you have met Persephone, or Inanna, I'm a friend of theirs. [ Woden, they hate you. ] So treat me well, alright?

[ A pause, and he looks down, supposedly at what is probably another phone. This is absolutely on purpose. ] Oh. I guess it would be a Wednesday, wouldn't it?
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It would seem business is booming in the import community again. Perhaps we have our ambassadors to thank? Or the Government? Or maybe this is a sign imports are beginning to take command of their destinies?

[Some might find the figure a bit familiar, if they'd had any eye for politics or the history of this world. But instead of the sharp black suit, Revan's lithe frame is adorned with humble robes of earthen browns. He stands in an open facility that looks a bit like a brightly lit garage. Only instead of vehicles there were rows of tools and various machines.]

Regardless, I'm proud of what you've all accomplished thus far.

I'd had the pleasure of meeting an... old friend from my universe. And he rekindled a passion of mine. One I'd like to share with you.

[At that, Revan nods both to the left and right of the screen, as if to signal to someone. But instead of a person, several metallic, creature-like constructs saunter, rolls, and glide into the shot with him. Some are short and squat, rolling around on a tri-pod stand, while a couple seem vaguely humanoid. And even one that could pass for a large, gun-metal cat pacing between a couple of it's companions.]

It's little more than a hobby of mine, but I've decided to open a small shop dedicated to building custom-made droids like the ones you see before you. If you'd like a companion tailored to your needs and tastes, we can work together to create the perfect one for you.

They can be modified with a chassis of your choice, and programmed to fulfill a number of support roles should you have a need: Construction, chores, cleaning and the like. Or they can just a faithful friend. They are quite intelligent, capable of learning and developing with you. So as to grow to be the best companion it can be. But I assure you they are incapable of harming anyone.

[Because he knows everyone's first fear is 'will they become self aware and attempt to kill us all?' The first part is a strong maybe, but the second is a definite no.]

Though I should mention that if you set their development threshold high enough, they may develop interesting quirks that will begin to resemble an actual personality. Should that be something you'd desire from your droid.

[And the twinkle in his eyes clearly expresses his approval of such a course. In a 'sound like fun, no?' sort of way.]
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[The screen is dark at first, and someone unseen mutters quietly enough that the words aren’t able to be made out over the sound of swishing silk. All this goes on for a few minutes, until, at last, the camera quickly pans up over a magnificent - albeit revealing - purple gown to settle on the face of a young woman, covered by a mask. She smiles triumphantly.]

Ha! I knew I’d get it right, eventually. That is, as long as this thing is on. [She squints at something on the device she holds, as if trying to discern that it is.] I’ve never run into a gadget like this before. How fascinating, to be able to communicate across a distance! And so clearly, too! [Sophia would love this weird little thing.] I knew this night would change everything… but I had no idea things would change this much.

[She grins happily, excited - and not a little nervous, at this novel situation.] Why, I never imagined I’d run into anything like this in my life! How strange this kingdom is. Strange, and exciting, and… well, a bit frightening. Of course, it’s nothing I can’t handle. [Said with all the confidence of a young person who really has no idea of what she’s doing, but is sure of herself nonetheless.] Anyhow, hello, everyone! You can all call me Cinders. I’m from a place far from here, from what I was told, and… I guess they need heroes? I don’t know that I’m much of one, but I’m certainly willing to try. [After all, if she can charm the prince the way she just did, she can do anything! Right? Right. Of course she can! Moving on.] Although, I really wasn’t expecting my shoes to pop back on after the length I threw one of them. [And here, as if to demonstrate, she ducks out of sight and rummages around her skirt a bit until she can remove a beautiful, delicate slipper, composed of leather and glass - and just a bit too small to be comfortable on her feet. Sitting back up, she displays it to the camera, curiously watching it glitter in the light as though it’s going to do a trick.] As lovely as this get-up is, I rather wish I were in my old rags. After a night like the one I’ve just had, at least I could be comfortable.

[And just like that, her slippers, mask, and ballgown vanishes in a puff of magical-looking, almost Disney-esque, smoke and glitter, showing Cinders’ face in full, and displaying some carefully patched rags, along with an old leather vest and waist-cinched the looks as if it should be falling apart. She jumps a bit and gasps, blinking for a fair few moments, confused.]

… Wait, what?!
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[There aren't any questions about what this place is or what it's like. Utena's already gotten used to all of that. She does, however, have a question about something else that's been on her mind: employment. She flops on her new bed and turns on her device, and the network will see a zoomed in image of her eye before she stretches her arms and raises her communicator, showing her from the shoulders up]

So. The government gives us these jobs when we get here, right? But what do you do when it's something you're not cut out for? Like...

[Okay, recording like this isn't very comfortable after all. She stops and rolls over on her side, and adjusts the camera so it's focusing mostly on her face]

I'm supposed to be a teacher, sort of. Or maybe instructor is a better way to put it? ...anyway, I'm supposed to give fencing lessons now. And it's not that I'm bad at it, but...

[She bites her lip and glances away for a moment, uncertain of how much she should (or how much she even wants to) explain about the duels.]

Well, I'm not really used to "standard" fencing matches. I mean, I've fenced before, but the last time I did the rules were kind of weird, and as soon as I got used to it the game would change again. The only real advice I could give is, "hey, don't get stabbed," but that's not really good advice, is it? I mean, that's what swordfighting is all about, I guess, but...

[She sighs, and flops back on her pillow]

I'm not really sure what I should do about this. I still need to talk to them - the people who run the lessons, not the guys who gave me the job - but... I guess I'm just worried that they'll expect more from me than what I can give them. That they'll expect me to be some master fencer from a movie or storybook or something like that. Has anyone else had to deal with that? With their bosses expecting them to be something they're not, I mean.

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May. 3rd, 2017 10:39 pm
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[it's quite late at night when this video goes up. there's no thematic reason for the timing - Lapis has simply been up here alone with her thoughts for quite a while at this point, and only now collected herself enough to feel strong enough for social interaction.

when the feed clicks on to show where 'here' is, it's easy to understand the sentiment. the camera displays the dazzling expanse of the galaxy from an up close and personal angle, bobbing gently up and down to the beat of unseen wings. it's quiet for a time, in the velvety way only space can provide, before her voice cuts through it.]


We don't make patterns out of stars where I'm from - we don't even really name them. It's just sorted by cut and facet, so that you can find things as efficiently as possible.

...I guess if we had to stare up at the same sky every night for thousands of years it might've been different.

[the camera swings slightly to focus in on a cluster of stars which ought to be familiar to any resident of earth, even with the uncharacteristic closeup.]

Apparently humans call that one Scorpius? They think it used to be some kind of big monster until it got in a fight. [she pauses for a moment, a little uncertain.] I'm not really sure any of them know what stars are actually made of.

[Lapis flits the camera around to showcase a few more constellations: Libra, Centaurus, Lupus... it's difficult to tell whether she's doing it for the viewers at home or simply her own amusement, but it's beautiful all the same.]

You have to travel a lot further out than most people realize to lose shapes like that. There's nowhere in this system that you could look from and not know where you are; wherever you go, you can always find your way back.

There are places in other worlds that just don't exist here, though. Do you think there's anything left at the end of those paths?

[there's clearly something aside from galactic scenery weighing on Lapis' mind, but she keeps whatever's prompted this trip to herself. after another panoramic view of the stars, she wordlessly clicks the feed off.]

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