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deercountry2022-11-02 03:26 pm
hauntedsavior) wrote in deercountry2022-11-02 03:26 pm
fall for me from reality [open]
Who: Anna Amarande and you
What: November catch-all!
When: Throughout November
Where: The Entertainment Feed; Anna's usual club; other locations TBD
Content Warnings: Manipulation, blood + oil, lacerations, restraints
a. hold shut the wounds of the past [for murderbot]
An android walks into the Entertainment Feed. Stop me if you've heard this one before. She's wrapped in a heavier coat than usual, black fur around the collar, and she's wearing a new-looking pair of black jeans with no holes in it except for the ones that the guy who made them put in there for her feet and torso. Her boots are the ones she used to sail with, and her jeans are tucked into them. And, because she's committed to her own brand, she's got a white t-shirt with a faded picture of yet another robot on it.
"Anna Amarande," she says to one of the drones, identifying herself like she'd been asked. "Fantasy Twitter user rin should be expecting me? We have some things to discuss."
b. to the rhythm of eternity [open]
Anna usually limits her performances at the bar she's taken to calling her home in Cellar Door to three nights a week, but lately, she's felt a little more inspired than usual. She's chalking that one up to the Tower's influence, and she'd feel a little ungrateful if she didn't bump it up to five nights a week for at least a little while. She's playing most of the songs in her repertoire over a given week, her voice and her bass on full display with any other instruments covered by backing tracks from the glowing projected screen of her Omni.
Of course, maybe you didn't walk into this bar to listen to Anna play music. Maybe you're here for a conversation—maybe something important, maybe just catching up with old friends. If that's the case, she's glad to wave you over to the booth that she's stolen for herself in the back, dimly lit but private. She's got a bottle of beer in her hand as she does it, and she tilts it towards the bartender as if to say "one more for my friend".
"Hey, glad you could make it. C'mon, let's take a load off for a bit. What's been up with you?"
c. there are burning cathedrals [for makima]
This is going to be interesting, she thinks. She'd met Makima online in a curious conversation about godliness, and she wonders very much whether it's going to play out the same way in person. Right now, she's dressed as normal; it's a little bit colder this morning, so she has her thick, fur-collared coat over those new black jeans and Hatsune Miku tee, and she's looking around the coffee shop for anyone who looks even remotely like a Makima.
"Hey," says the woman with more souls than eyes once she's pretty sure she's got the right person. "Sorry, usually the places I hang are a little... grungier than this. Hope I didn't keep you waiting long. You're Makima?"
d. turning the skies into glass [friend of mine]
"All right," Anna says, in the heavier coat she's been wearing this whole time. She shrugs her shoulders up to wrap the collar around her neck properly, and she adjusts the strap over her chest that secures her katana to her back. "We're here to find something to help the Tower. Thanks for coming along." She turns her head towards her companion and smiles appreciatively. "I'm not in the business of walking into danger alone anymore. So—"
She reaches into her pocket and slips the crescent necklace she'd gotten from the Reckoning over her head, around her neck. "This can make sure that at least someone already knows where we are, in case there's an emergency, but how are you with tracking? I don't think a lot of us have been out this deep in the woods before." She looks back out ahead of them; the trees might be starting to die off, but that doesn't make the thicket of branches before them any less intimidating. She rolls her neck until it cracks, then starts walking forward, because there's nothing else for it. "Let's save a god's life."
e. i cannot pretend that i never think of you [for ange]
She's lost track of time. The zealots didn't seem to enjoy what they found when they'd cut into her side very much, and she can still feel the blood and oil oozing out of her very slowly. If nothing else, she thinks, they know how to keep people alive enough to actually treat them like a farm. She would find it funny if there were anything to laugh about, that this is the second time this year she'd ended up strung up and in restraints waiting for something mysterious to return and do whatever it is that they want to do.
Right now, Anna feels woozy. Half-awake, really, with her head lolling and her white hair streaked with red. The zealots, from what she can remember, had left her alone for the moment to try to figure out what exactly it is she has inside her. She remembers frenzied talk about how the Tower can't accept any of this because it's not flesh, it's not real, and she can only assume that they're waiting to commune with whoever, whatever to get a real answer. Her thoughts are going in circles right now. She misses her friends, her loved ones, her family. She wishes that she weren't here. Hell, she doesn't even have her katana with her, so even if she found some way to get out of these chains holding her upright, the ones on her wrists spreading her arms wide and the ones on her legs binding them together, she wouldn't be able to do anything but tap into the teachings of Sensei Lawrence.
She laughs dry into the darkened, empty room. Someone's going to save her. Right?
What: November catch-all!
When: Throughout November
Where: The Entertainment Feed; Anna's usual club; other locations TBD
Content Warnings: Manipulation, blood + oil, lacerations, restraints
a. hold shut the wounds of the past [for murderbot]
An android walks into the Entertainment Feed. Stop me if you've heard this one before. She's wrapped in a heavier coat than usual, black fur around the collar, and she's wearing a new-looking pair of black jeans with no holes in it except for the ones that the guy who made them put in there for her feet and torso. Her boots are the ones she used to sail with, and her jeans are tucked into them. And, because she's committed to her own brand, she's got a white t-shirt with a faded picture of yet another robot on it.
"Anna Amarande," she says to one of the drones, identifying herself like she'd been asked. "Fantasy Twitter user rin should be expecting me? We have some things to discuss."
b. to the rhythm of eternity [open]
Anna usually limits her performances at the bar she's taken to calling her home in Cellar Door to three nights a week, but lately, she's felt a little more inspired than usual. She's chalking that one up to the Tower's influence, and she'd feel a little ungrateful if she didn't bump it up to five nights a week for at least a little while. She's playing most of the songs in her repertoire over a given week, her voice and her bass on full display with any other instruments covered by backing tracks from the glowing projected screen of her Omni.
Of course, maybe you didn't walk into this bar to listen to Anna play music. Maybe you're here for a conversation—maybe something important, maybe just catching up with old friends. If that's the case, she's glad to wave you over to the booth that she's stolen for herself in the back, dimly lit but private. She's got a bottle of beer in her hand as she does it, and she tilts it towards the bartender as if to say "one more for my friend".
"Hey, glad you could make it. C'mon, let's take a load off for a bit. What's been up with you?"
c. there are burning cathedrals [for makima]
This is going to be interesting, she thinks. She'd met Makima online in a curious conversation about godliness, and she wonders very much whether it's going to play out the same way in person. Right now, she's dressed as normal; it's a little bit colder this morning, so she has her thick, fur-collared coat over those new black jeans and Hatsune Miku tee, and she's looking around the coffee shop for anyone who looks even remotely like a Makima.
"Hey," says the woman with more souls than eyes once she's pretty sure she's got the right person. "Sorry, usually the places I hang are a little... grungier than this. Hope I didn't keep you waiting long. You're Makima?"
d. turning the skies into glass [friend of mine]
"All right," Anna says, in the heavier coat she's been wearing this whole time. She shrugs her shoulders up to wrap the collar around her neck properly, and she adjusts the strap over her chest that secures her katana to her back. "We're here to find something to help the Tower. Thanks for coming along." She turns her head towards her companion and smiles appreciatively. "I'm not in the business of walking into danger alone anymore. So—"
She reaches into her pocket and slips the crescent necklace she'd gotten from the Reckoning over her head, around her neck. "This can make sure that at least someone already knows where we are, in case there's an emergency, but how are you with tracking? I don't think a lot of us have been out this deep in the woods before." She looks back out ahead of them; the trees might be starting to die off, but that doesn't make the thicket of branches before them any less intimidating. She rolls her neck until it cracks, then starts walking forward, because there's nothing else for it. "Let's save a god's life."
e. i cannot pretend that i never think of you [for ange]
She's lost track of time. The zealots didn't seem to enjoy what they found when they'd cut into her side very much, and she can still feel the blood and oil oozing out of her very slowly. If nothing else, she thinks, they know how to keep people alive enough to actually treat them like a farm. She would find it funny if there were anything to laugh about, that this is the second time this year she'd ended up strung up and in restraints waiting for something mysterious to return and do whatever it is that they want to do.
Right now, Anna feels woozy. Half-awake, really, with her head lolling and her white hair streaked with red. The zealots, from what she can remember, had left her alone for the moment to try to figure out what exactly it is she has inside her. She remembers frenzied talk about how the Tower can't accept any of this because it's not flesh, it's not real, and she can only assume that they're waiting to commune with whoever, whatever to get a real answer. Her thoughts are going in circles right now. She misses her friends, her loved ones, her family. She wishes that she weren't here. Hell, she doesn't even have her katana with her, so even if she found some way to get out of these chains holding her upright, the ones on her wrists spreading her arms wide and the ones on her legs binding them together, she wouldn't be able to do anything but tap into the teachings of Sensei Lawrence.
She laughs dry into the darkened, empty room. Someone's going to save her. Right?
(2/2)
Roman Holiday.
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[ now this is straight from Google, but if Google had a voice (which makima makes it sound like): ]
Crowned princess Ann strives for freedom from her life of royalty and visits Rome— where she meets and falls in love with a news reporter, Joe. The film was awarded Best Actress and in 1999, was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry for being culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant.
. . . I’d give it an eight out of ten, counting the cinematography of its time.
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Movies were still, like, new-ish back then, so even if you were telling a story everyone had kind of seen before, you had room to tell it in a new way, right? And people still fell all over it. [she pauses in her own assessment.] But it's nice to hear about it with a woman, right? We never get to do anything in stories about us. That probably messed with some audiences in the 50s too.
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[ or her movies. it's a tough world. ]
How about this one: [ a pop culture icon, if she were being honest! now, makima just allows a space of time for the amount of anticipation waiting creates, ] Psycho.
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[should she maybe not be so vulnerable about that? eh, whatever, she thinks it's a funny story.]
It's a little funny how everyone parodies the shower scene but nobody really gets the idea of just how tense the whole thing was. And you know, I think we did a double-feature with another movie by the same guy... something like Vertigo? And, like, listen, I'm not much for horror and thrillers and stuff, but he's good at what he does. He tells the kinds of stories that stick with you in the back of your head without you even realizing they're there.
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[ she jests! in a way. ]
They're very prominent, in that way of storytelling. Small things, little things . . . That build up over time until the tension is infallible. [ now that makes for good suspense. oh, she just had an idea. ] We should watch a movie, some time. I'd like to see your reactions.
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[she leans in just a little, enjoying the way that this conversation is going, and smiles.]
Wouldn't mind seeing what you've got as far as recommendations go. Think you've got enough of a read on my personality yet?
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[ and there goes another sip of her coff-tea. she is teasing here, holding a little fruit right over anna's head— ]
—And some harmless anticipation.
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Then I'd be excited to see what you have in store. I might not know much about movies, but I know that you do, and I'm never gonna stop anyone from showing me what they're passionate about. [and she looks off to the side, a brief flicker of honesty on her face.] Besides, I don't really know what I like myself yet.
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she leans in at last, her hands folding in front of her and propped up by her elbows on the table. a show of equal interest. ]
It’s an experience, getting to know oneself. I’ll be sure to pick out two, [ she holds her index and middle finger up, slightly separated and side by side. ] one that’s awful and one that’s critically acclaimed.