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animus_network2012-07-02 05:29 pm
moontothetide) wrote in animus_network2012-07-02 05:29 pm
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I-Is this thing on?
[The screen shows Tara, looking more than a little confused and lost as she fiddles around with the settings on the terminal. Those of who you know her might be able to tell that she's different in appearance. Gone is most of the softness to her body. Now, muscles can be seen on her arms, as her shaking hands move over the terminal's settings. Her face is leaner, more angled, less round. Even so, she still looks healthy. She's lost weight, since being voted out and dropped back into the tower. But she hasn't starved. She's taken care of herself.
She also looks like she's been crying. Even now, Tara takes a swipe at her eyes as though chasing away the last few tears.]
It's...is it usual for people to be just...gone? To just...go away and, a-and not be here anymore?
...does anyone know what happens to them? I mean...our worlds, th-they're gone, right? So...if they're not here...w-where are they?
[But she knows. She knows in her heart what's happened. And so Tara plunges on, onto new concerns, onto new friends, onto new life and new problems that she might just be able to do something about. Tara wipes at her eyes, sniffles a bit more, and then forces herself to look back up at the camera.]
Well...it looks like the food's back, a-and the power, and...I've seen some people that, th-that I thought were in the pods with us. Guess that means it's over, right? That's...th-that's good. That's s-something.
Are you all okay? Everyone? Being back here, and all. I mean...I-I can't do a lot, with healing. But I can do some. I know a potion. Trust me. I-It helps. So, i-if you're still not feeling great...give me a call.
...I'm okay. [Some of you will know that this is directed very deliberately at you.] I mean, I'm tired, but...I-I'm okay.
[Tara turns to go, but stares down at her feet when she apparently bumps against something. Her eyes go wide in recollection.]
Oh! [Here Tara reaches down to her feet, and comes up holding a much battered library book. The title reveals it to be a book on edible plants. All in a rush, Tara forces out this last, sounding as though she's practiced it in front of the mirror] ...for later once, um, everyone's rested a-and gotten back on their feet a bit...I, I kind of think maybe we should prepare? In case something like this happens again.
I mean...it seems like they fight a lot. I, I wouldn't be surprised, if they all started fighting and left us here some time again. So, um, if anyone's interested...maybe we could all meet up? Swap tips? I only know about, um, plants from my world. Didn't know if, if there was anything else f-from somewhere else that I could have eaten.
...th-thank you.
((ooc: Holy frack, sorry for the TL;DR. But these were all the points weighing heavily on Tara's mind, and I thought it made sense for her to get them all out of the way at once. I'll be making a proper log post in a couple of days, in case anyone would prefer to catch her there.))
[The screen shows Tara, looking more than a little confused and lost as she fiddles around with the settings on the terminal. Those of who you know her might be able to tell that she's different in appearance. Gone is most of the softness to her body. Now, muscles can be seen on her arms, as her shaking hands move over the terminal's settings. Her face is leaner, more angled, less round. Even so, she still looks healthy. She's lost weight, since being voted out and dropped back into the tower. But she hasn't starved. She's taken care of herself.
She also looks like she's been crying. Even now, Tara takes a swipe at her eyes as though chasing away the last few tears.]
It's...is it usual for people to be just...gone? To just...go away and, a-and not be here anymore?
...does anyone know what happens to them? I mean...our worlds, th-they're gone, right? So...if they're not here...w-where are they?
[But she knows. She knows in her heart what's happened. And so Tara plunges on, onto new concerns, onto new friends, onto new life and new problems that she might just be able to do something about. Tara wipes at her eyes, sniffles a bit more, and then forces herself to look back up at the camera.]
Well...it looks like the food's back, a-and the power, and...I've seen some people that, th-that I thought were in the pods with us. Guess that means it's over, right? That's...th-that's good. That's s-something.
Are you all okay? Everyone? Being back here, and all. I mean...I-I can't do a lot, with healing. But I can do some. I know a potion. Trust me. I-It helps. So, i-if you're still not feeling great...give me a call.
...I'm okay. [Some of you will know that this is directed very deliberately at you.] I mean, I'm tired, but...I-I'm okay.
[Tara turns to go, but stares down at her feet when she apparently bumps against something. Her eyes go wide in recollection.]
Oh! [Here Tara reaches down to her feet, and comes up holding a much battered library book. The title reveals it to be a book on edible plants. All in a rush, Tara forces out this last, sounding as though she's practiced it in front of the mirror] ...for later once, um, everyone's rested a-and gotten back on their feet a bit...I, I kind of think maybe we should prepare? In case something like this happens again.
I mean...it seems like they fight a lot. I, I wouldn't be surprised, if they all started fighting and left us here some time again. So, um, if anyone's interested...maybe we could all meet up? Swap tips? I only know about, um, plants from my world. Didn't know if, if there was anything else f-from somewhere else that I could have eaten.
...th-thank you.
((ooc: Holy frack, sorry for the TL;DR. But these were all the points weighing heavily on Tara's mind, and I thought it made sense for her to get them all out of the way at once. I'll be making a proper log post in a couple of days, in case anyone would prefer to catch her there.))
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[...well, then.]
Yeah, um...I, I guess you'd know.
[...what the hell do you say to that?]
I...I'm s-sorry that happened to you. Um, all of you. Sorry.
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[
Ignoring the fact that it is his fault.]Still, my friends and I were given a chance to restore our world... So I don't think all hope is lost.
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[Wow. Tara can't really even contemplate just what that would take, how hard that would be, the sort of person that could do that...]
No. It, um...it doesn't sound like it is. So that's good. I, I hope you can.
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But if there's a chance that it did work, then I'm sure there's some way we can restore all of our homes. It's the best we've got, after all.
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And, I mean, it's not like our worlds are completely gone. Th-There's still us. [It's a thought that's both oddly comforting and deeply scary. If her world deserved any one person in charge of even having a hope of resurrecting it, it really shouldn't be Tara Maclay.]
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Besides, even if we can't fix things... [Which, frankly, the pessimist in him was anticipating--] Everyone here still has each other, at least. Heh, it sounds kind of sappy, but it's true.
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I mean...the people in charge here are, are pretty bad. But...m-most of us aren't. W-We help each other. I mean, I s-saw that all this past month.
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Exactly. The people in charge here may have more power, but they don't seem to be the most agreeable. We'll make it through.
[A pause, and then;] I'm Jun Kurosu, by the way. Nice to meet you.
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[But she's getting used to that, too, while being here.]
Still. Um, th-thank you very much. I feel better. I really do.
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I'm glad. If you ever need anything, feel free to come ask.
[It was the least he could do in a place like this.]