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maskormenace2016-06-10 06:49 pm
pillz) wrote in maskormenace2016-06-10 06:49 pm
O3 👶 VIDEO (road not taken)
[the teenager in the video is wearing a green beanie. it must be new because there's still a price tag poking out behind his left ear. he beams at the camera with the slightly choreographed but earnest good nature of a closet introvert on his first day of school.
his eyes are slightly small, a telltale sign for those who fraternitize with potheads.]
Hi! I'm Joe. I guess I must have like, retrograde amnesia or something because I found this folder of brochures and stuff about a Porter and superheroes and nanomachines and whatever but I don't remember any of it from before? Anyway I just have a couple questions.
Number one. My neighbor is eleven and he told me their classroom pet just died, and I told the school I'm going to get them new ones. Then I started to think about, you know, the ethics of making animals that don't need to eat or poo. I mean, I'm not super religious, Darwinism seems kinda accurate, and even though I'm a vegan but I get that cows were just way too small for the industry before we had breeds. Mankind has been messing around with genetics for a long time. But it seems like a slippery slope, right? When does messing with life itself turn into like-- the crippling hubris that comes with the presumption of human convenience? Will Mother Nature fight back? Does the balance correct itself? You know? And is it important for eleven-year-olds to learn about cleaning poop? And if someone like, hypothetically... [he pauses with the subtlety of a bsod.] got a bird that doesn't eat or poopoo, and they decided it was unethical to give it to fifth graders, what should he do with it? And before anyone asks, it has a butthole and a mouth hole.
Okay. [he sucks in air as if he'd started to run out partway through that ramble (probably).] Okay. My other question is, does anyone else want to do a juice cleanse? Because I guess I was doing some kind of messed up diet. I lost twenty pounds and had like three hundred pills in my cabinet, but I feel super bloated and gross. Right now, I'm seriously even willing to consider wheatgrass or cod oil even though I usually can't stand the taste of fishy burps. And, you know, vegan. I could use a diet buddy. Or a group. I'm into groups. But not yoga or weights or meditation.
Hiking, I love hiking. And four-wheeling. If anyone sees an olive colored ATV with a 1984 sticker around, that's mine.
Okay get back to me. Later! [he waves enthusiastically at the camera, then hangs up.]
his eyes are slightly small, a telltale sign for those who fraternitize with potheads.]
Hi! I'm Joe. I guess I must have like, retrograde amnesia or something because I found this folder of brochures and stuff about a Porter and superheroes and nanomachines and whatever but I don't remember any of it from before? Anyway I just have a couple questions.
Number one. My neighbor is eleven and he told me their classroom pet just died, and I told the school I'm going to get them new ones. Then I started to think about, you know, the ethics of making animals that don't need to eat or poo. I mean, I'm not super religious, Darwinism seems kinda accurate, and even though I'm a vegan but I get that cows were just way too small for the industry before we had breeds. Mankind has been messing around with genetics for a long time. But it seems like a slippery slope, right? When does messing with life itself turn into like-- the crippling hubris that comes with the presumption of human convenience? Will Mother Nature fight back? Does the balance correct itself? You know? And is it important for eleven-year-olds to learn about cleaning poop? And if someone like, hypothetically... [he pauses with the subtlety of a bsod.] got a bird that doesn't eat or poopoo, and they decided it was unethical to give it to fifth graders, what should he do with it? And before anyone asks, it has a butthole and a mouth hole.
Okay. [he sucks in air as if he'd started to run out partway through that ramble (probably).] Okay. My other question is, does anyone else want to do a juice cleanse? Because I guess I was doing some kind of messed up diet. I lost twenty pounds and had like three hundred pills in my cabinet, but I feel super bloated and gross. Right now, I'm seriously even willing to consider wheatgrass or cod oil even though I usually can't stand the taste of fishy burps. And, you know, vegan. I could use a diet buddy. Or a group. I'm into groups. But not yoga or weights or meditation.
Hiking, I love hiking. And four-wheeling. If anyone sees an olive colored ATV with a 1984 sticker around, that's mine.
Okay get back to me. Later! [he waves enthusiastically at the camera, then hangs up.]
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Adderall? A little bit never killed anybody. [moderation is key when you are a nice boring but relatively sensible stonervinsky.] I mean they don't look like any of those things but— here, I'll show you. Do you wanna see? [he leans out of the frame.]
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[ Reggie doesn't actually know much, if anything, about pills -- his addiction has been more of a recent one, and with painkillers. Things like X he really has no experience with, since he only started taking pills to disconnect, not for excitement. ]
I mean, let's face it -- a little bit of lots of stuff never killed anybody. You're really kind of jumping the gun on the alarm bells here, if you ask me.
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This is a good time for alarm, I'm pretty sure. [he makes a face.] But I guess. Wait. Hey. How long have you been here? Would you recognize them if I showed you?
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[ Memory loss almost sounds like a blessing in some ways, honestly. At least to someone like Reggie, who has so much he'd rather forget. ]
I dunno, I might. I've been here almost... two years now, I guess. If that'd really make a difference.
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[kavinsky doesn't think he created the pills himself, that doesn't seem like his style. but given the preponderance of magic in this world, he wouldn't be surprised if someone else had.]
Okay. [there's a small smile, lopsided. still worried, but -- well, he's going to relent a little. reggie sounds perfectly reasonable!!] I'm gonna go get them, and you can make your pitch. [he gets up, a little slow, perhaps a little sore to look at, and then slides off-screen.
it'll be only a moment before he's back.]
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[ Reggie still doesn't really "get" Kavinsky's powers, so this still all seems... well, he's obviously missing some important piece of this whole mess. Oh well. It might be more irritating to lack that understanding if he were more -- what's the right word? Invested? ]
Wait, what is it I'm pitching for again?
fuckin with timelines lmk if this is not ok
there's a shuffle of plastic at the bottom of the screen, the light glinting off what looks like a ziplock bag. kavinsky fiddles with it, finally shakes out something. he holds it up.
he's a pill like the ones he'd taken for dreaming, the other month, during fanport. it'd stopped his pulse for one eerie second, but then kavinsky had come back with a hat, pulled out of thin air. it's red. not blood red. poison red.]
Any idea what this is?
totally okay!! & hoping this tag is too
[ Suddenly he has a strange feeling about this, and as if on cue Kavinsky pulls out that familiar ziplock baggie. Oh, those pills. Reggie doesn't remember what color the other one had been, or if it matters -- he just remembers what happened. ]
Um. [ He is trying to remember, though; what color had it been? Was it red? Maybe... or maybe it'd been green. Reggie's memory isn't great these days. ] Isn't it like... a sedative thing? Sort of?
1000000% perfect also fyi i started irl squeaklaughing at your other tag
--down onto the table, instead of back into the game. he knows that the ziplock probably isn't the most sanitary pharameutical storage system ever, but no need to make things worse.] Hmmm. That's weird. I never have trouble sleeping. I sleep like, all the time.
You saw me use it? Wait. Was it for you?
I'M SO GLAD 8'>
I mean, I didn't ask what it was for or anything at the time. It seemed like something like that, though. Maybe. [ He was only sort of halfway paying attention at the time, too, so... but, then he pauses, and carefully asks: ] ... And if it was?
[ Maybe that's the ticket here, right? ]
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[joey looks relieved. then possibly concerned. then curious. the connotations have laid themselves out, and seem as clear as denotations at this point. so he dreamed something for-- a friend?]
Are-- oh. Were we friends? That's-- did I make you animals.
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[ Reggie says it flippantly, with no attention or deliberation paid to the usage of tense. Then, he pauses. ]
Why would you make me animals? [ Unemotionally, he adds: ] I hate animals.
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Like, all animals?
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No... some of 'em are all right, I guess. But I'm not a pet kind of person.
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as it were.]
Well I get that. My mom isn't either. Too much responsibility, and she already has one kid. Plus poop.
['poop.']
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[ Reggie doesn't really hate animals, although he's not lying about not being a pet person -- he has animal issues, more accurately. Mostly stemming from running a dog over with his car and kick-starting a zombie apocalypse. ]
Is like, a thing you do? [ What the... ] Make animals for people? Why?
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I just-- uhh. I wanna make things that make people happy. Without like, being so obvious the CIA shows up and cuts me up for parts. Back home I mean. You know?
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... I think I got the picture, yeah. Kind of -- I mean, I can't really say that's my bag, the whole "giving people things to make 'em happy." [ A beat. ] Why would the CIA even give a shit?
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and then fix all. and then they can get to pretending this conversation never happened, because goddamn, kavinsky wouldn't-- won't— like this at all.]
Because superpowers aren't exactly common in my world. I mean, I'm talking about my world. Not this one. I'm open about it here.
[he'd ask, 'why don't you like making people happy,' but this far into the conversation, this seems deeply inappropriate somehow.]
You don't seem like a happy person.
[that's way more appropriate.]
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What do you know about happy? What's anyone know?
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Like when you're doing something you love, and even just thinkin' about it brings the feeling back. Or when you see something really beautiful. I mean not just sex beautiful, but sometimes that too. If you have enough of that in your life, I think, you can be happy a lot of the time.
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Seriously, are you messing with me?
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That... would-- why would you even ask that? Oh my God. Never mind. Apparently there's a lot of this crap going around right now. [he wipes his face with his hands.]
I think I'm gonna be sick. Are you OK?
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I mean, I guess. Same as I usually am. [ He pauses warily. Kavinsky's reaction is unnerving him, like, just a little. ] Maybe you should take it kind of easy though, dude. Like, um, I'm not in a hurry to check out the pills if you need to lie down for a while or whatever.
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[he sighs, puffing his cheeks out.] Catch you later, uhh..........
[did reggie say his name? joey doesn't think so, but he pauses, discomfitted with the possibility of his own rudeness.]
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