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i_speak_softly) wrote2011-07-31 11:46 am
i_speak_softly) wrote2011-07-31 11:46 am
Forty-Eighth Theory [Accidental Video/Action for Housemates]
[It should be immediately obvious that Don didn't mean to turn his journal on, and isn't even aware that it is on. He isn't looking at it. He isn't saying anything. In fact, he might not be awake. He's just sitting slumped in a chair, his head on the desk-like counter before him.]
[If you look past Donatello to the background of the scene, you might be able to identify the setting as a subway car. A very strange subway car, though - it's stuffed with technology that might look futuristic even to someone from the same world and time as Don.]
[Do you quietly look away, Lucetians? Or do you intrude on the private moment?]
((Backdated to a little earlier this morning, thanks LJ.))
[If you look past Donatello to the background of the scene, you might be able to identify the setting as a subway car. A very strange subway car, though - it's stuffed with technology that might look futuristic even to someone from the same world and time as Don.]
[Do you quietly look away, Lucetians? Or do you intrude on the private moment?]
((Backdated to a little earlier this morning, thanks LJ.))
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[As he speaks, he starts spinning the bo more quickly, and in increasingly complex patterns: over his head, behind his back, one-handed moves to either side. At this stage it looks more like performance art than fighting, though Robert can probably imagine how similar moves could be used to seriously injure a person.]
I've been training with it for years. I've studied other weapons too, but I always come back.
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You are obviously quite skilled with it...
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... How do you learn something like that...? [It seems like some ephemeral quality that is only bestowed upon certain individuals, to Robert.]
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[Hell, he hasn't done much in the way of physical activity period.]
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Can I show you anything else?
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Is there anything else in your home you would like me to see? [Before the simulation disappears
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I would love to see it, if you would not mind.
[... Even if it's like the rest of the area in that it's a bit damp and dark. It's Don's.]
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... This might explain why Leo cleans things so often, actually.]
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[Except this time Don will use the stairs in the normal way, rather than by jumping up the railings. Once at the top, he heads through one of the oddly-shaped doorways to his room.]
[Don's room is dimly lit by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. It's cluttered with junk - scraps of technology, weather-beaten books, tools, and all kinds of things that Robert might prefer not to identify. One corner is occupied by a lopsided desk, the other by a lofted bed, the piles of detritus spilling under it uninterrupted.]
Um... My room.
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... At the same time, it almost hurts to see the conditions. Compared to the sterile, clean, well-organized, maximum-efficiency laboratories Robert had access to... Well, to say this is a significant downgrade would be putting it lightly.
After a few seconds of what Don might realize is poignant silence, Robert steps up to the desk and studies it. This desk is probably the most palatable object in the room, but more importantly, it's where Don probably came up with many of his ideas when he was at home. It gives Robert pause for more than one reason. How many hours had he spent behind something very similar?
... Though he'd been alone.]
How long had you lived here by this point?
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[The desk hosts a powerful work lamp, should Robert choose to turn it on. In another corner of the desk is a fish tank occupied by two poorly-simulated fish: they glide back and forth ceaselessly, without swimming motions, slightly out of synch with one another.]
Up to when I arrived in Luceti? About two years, I think. But up to how it is now... I don't know.
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Robert eventually does flick on the lamp, mildly surprised at how bright the light that floods the desk is.
But the question surprises him more.]
... You don't?
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[A small negative sound. When the light flicks on, Don turns his back to it, drifting across the room to stand by the bed for no particular reason.]
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... Why not, if I may ask?
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Even the Lair is from my future.
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Robert is momentarily taken aback by this. It was one thing for Don's family to be from it, but for even this simulation to be...?]
... I am sorry, Don.
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Touch anything. I don't care.
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y u do dis, turtleNormally Robert would take this statement at face value and proceed to inspect the room thoroughly. However, the combination of slowly getting used to tone and body language from his partner, and the fact he already could tell this whole from-the-future thing was bothering Don, leads Robert to suspect the best course of action here is to try to be an understanding partner.
... This, naturally, requires climbing up into the bed. Which he's not going to be good at doing and is obviously struggling at but is trying really damn hard to do nonetheless.]
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There's not really much he can do or say to help, is there? Not that it'll stop him from trying.]
... Is... is this something that would... help you to talk about?
[Going to guess no, but asking anyway.]
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No.
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