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sixthiterationlogs2018-12-02 12:40 pm
vidal) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-12-02 12:40 pm
things happen, that's all they ever do.
WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: The bunker; the inn; the village generally
WHEN: Dec 2-5
OPEN TO: OTA, multiples for inn/village allowed
WARNINGS: Nothing really
WHERE: The bunker; the inn; the village generally
WHEN: Dec 2-5
OPEN TO: OTA, multiples for inn/village allowed
WARNINGS: Nothing really
Arrival in the Bunker (now locked to Kat)
The last he knew, he’d been trying to hitch a ride off Port Meridian, the crashed ark turned human city. He’d been standing in the elevator while it rose sluggishly towards the shuttle bays. Boring enough, yes, because the elevators always seemed to run far too agonisingly slowly despite their complexity, but it hadn’t been nothing out of the ordinary—
Until, the next he knows, the elevator has filled with water. The thought Is the ark malfunctioning manages to run through his head, but then he’s far too busy trying to find the door, failing, running his fingers along the crevices and edges of the container, realising it isn’t actually the lift anymore, and then, his worst nightmare: panicking.
Reyes’ nerves are steely even at the worst of times, but water is simply inexorable, unstoppable, unbargainable. Thankfully, the wait isn’t long before the seal hisses open and the water starts draining and someone (his liberator, he supposes) is helping him out, shaky and wobbly-legged and swearing in Spanish.
South Village Inn, a couple days later (OTA)
Predictably, Reyes gravitates towards the inn. It’s the closest thing to Tartarus, the bar he used to haunt — communal spaces where he can people-watch, get a sense for the group as a whole, possibly even eavesdrop.
But unfortunately, this place is nothing like the neon-soaked dive bar on his slum planet.
The room starts off empty when Reyes begins his inspection, but after a while he hears the creak of footsteps on ancient floorboards, and his head pops up from behind the bar, looking a little sheepish — and empty-handed, dusty. Poking around every single cabinet and shelf has led to absolutely nothing. “Is it true?” he asks with a gesture towards the empty bar, with the sound of a man who’s recently received a horrifying diagnosis from the doctor.
Around the village (OTA)
Reyes will be doing the usual for his first few days: roaming, information-gathering, people-watching, committing the layout of the area to memory. He’s also trying to suss out who lives where and if the fuss of a house is worth it, so can probably be found lingering and staring thoughtfully at the empty buildings, where a neighbour can catch him. He would also appreciate anyone willing to show him where to get/find food etc!
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Because he would have fought back, if it was him in the crosshairs, with his not-inconsiderable resources at hand. He was in a good position. He had technology, a stable port, power, weaponry, and most importantly, information. They’d won the battle for the galaxy. So why the fuck was he here?
That cool facade was starting to splinter, but the smuggler took a deep breath. In, and out, counting one two three, willing his pulse to settle.
“Do the captors ever come out to interact with people? Have you seen them?” Aliens was where his mind automatically went; in his experience the most sensible and rational explanation for something like this. Some mysterious force out of the darkness of space, whisking people up and taking them away.
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"I don't know what you're talking about." She admitted in a soft voice. "But I'll listen, if you'd like to explain." Kat wouldn't push if he'd rather keep it to himself but she felt better after the offer had been made.
"And no. We have never seen the people who have taken us. They could be aliens, angels, demons or something new. The only clues we have been testing materials of different kinds. The room I had found you in, it has a computer that seems to…" Her voice trailed off and Kat found herself pausing, trying to find a way to approach a delicate topic.
"I believe that we are clones of our original selves. That we have been created and are being tested in some way." She looked over at him and wondered if it was too much at once. "I could be wrong. The other possible situation is that we are simulated in some way. I don't know enough about computers to know if it's possible. My world didn't have that kind of technology."
lol sorry kat, you broke his brain a little but he's dealing
“My world does have that sort of technology, but— but that’s absurd.” He literally pinched himself, felt the sharp reassuring jab of pain. But then again…
His mind was whirling with the almost sickening array of possibilities. It would almost be easier if he could reject the idea entirely. “Ford v. Huerta,” Reyes said, more thinking out loud for his own benefit, and then at Kat still looking lost, tried to explain: “It was a recent legal case in my… where I came from. A president died. And his brain functions were transferred to a computer. He remained president for a year afterwards, kept ruling, and the courts eventually declared it was legitimate. That it was still him. So it…”
His legs felt weak, but he kept standing. There was precedent; it shouldn’t even matter if he had been cloned somehow, it was still functionally him. And yet Reyes’ body did matter to him. It was his. In a life where so much had been taken from him, it had often been the only thing he could rely on.
“What does the computer seem to do?” he asked (demanded), picking up on what she’d trailed off. He knew, immediately, that he wanted to take a look at it. Later. Once he’d settled in, and quelled some of this roiling nausea in the back of his throat.
hugs his brain
"It's not possible where I'm from. My world has angels and demons and different forms of magic but nothing like this." She exhaled and glanced down at her feet before looking towards Reyes again. She felt awful for telling him this. "We are on the sixth iteration. There was a computer that we found in the bunker below us." The one they had just come from. "It had names of people from other tests. Our names and people we knew were listed."
He'd have to take some time and explore the systems in the bunker. "A lot of things are locked and even names are blurred but it looks like this is a place to test people and the lists are those who have died before us. My name was on there a few times." Which was where the cloning theory had first formed.
"It'd be easier for you to see firsthand but we should get you settled first. A place to rest and food. We're all figuring this out but we need to survive while we do that."
<3 + we could probably wrap soon w/ a fadeout on the rest of their walk-and-talk?
"That's right," he said, mentally backtracking, thinking. "You mentioned an... inn. I don't have any money. Would they still take me without money?"
It was a too-familiar situation to be back in. Goddamnit, he'd only just gotten comfortable and settled back home, too. Now he was back to square one, or more accurately, zero.
Sounds good! I sorta did a wrap up, hopefully that's cool!
They pass Kat's home on the way, near the outskirts of town. She pointed it out and invited Reyes to stop by if he ever needed anything. She didn't expect him too but she lived alone and enjoyed having company.
With Reyes safely escorted to the inn, she left and gave him space to figure things out on his own.
perf <3