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saveourearth2018-10-21 06:59 am
vernal_miss) wrote in saveourearth2018-10-21 06:59 am
Two for One [Open Audio Network] [Closed Action]
Date: October 21st
Characters: Network Number {235 13 892 33} ; Action for Mary Ann, Ornella, and later Feste
[Action - Joint with Ornella and Mary Ann]
{Nel} In a family of seven, finding those quiet moments to speak to only one other in the household tend to be rare. As the second youngest in the family, Ornella is not quite old enough to suffer a shift towards a nocturnal schedule like her older siblings, and this provides an opportunity. Slipping from her shared room, she heads out into the hallway and downstairs with one hand clutching to a stuffed toy. For a few days now, a number has been quite intrusive in her thoughts, and regardless of her thinking of it every hour awake, cannot recall the reason it feels so important. When it had popped back into her head before she even opened her eyes this morning, she had lost any chance of returning to sleep for a few more minutes with irritation rousing her all the more quickly.
Reaching the living space, she’s relieved to find a mother present. Bare feet carrying her quickly over the last of the distance, she comes up beside the chair to insert herself into Mary Ann’s space without hesitation, sliding one hand under her arm in semblance of a hug to lean in and bury her face in against her shoulder for a breath. Grasping at the calm granted by the contact, she lifts her head to prop her chin on that shoulder and plead for assistance, “Mum? I remembered someone’s number, but I don’t know whose it is.”
{Mary Ann} "A number?" That sounds familiar. Very familiar indeed. Because there's this number that's been on her mind since yesterday, and she feels like she's known it for a long time but she can't put her finger on where from or what it is even for. It doesn't seem to be a phone number... Perhaps she came across it again while Nel was there? That might be something to narrow the source down with. Assuming it's the same number, even. "What is the number?"
[Network]
“That’s funny… It’s not even ringing,” comes the voice of a young girl. There’s no image to be paired to the audio, but she is certainly not alone.
The voice of a middle-aged woman responds, sounding puzzled. "There isn't even a ceased number intercept message." That's what she had expected, quite honestly. After all the number did not sound like a phone number at all. But it was worth a try... is what she thought.
((OOC note: Mary and Nel will respond unevenly in various threads))
Characters: Network Number {235 13 892 33} ; Action for Mary Ann, Ornella, and later Feste
[Action - Joint with Ornella and Mary Ann]
{Nel} In a family of seven, finding those quiet moments to speak to only one other in the household tend to be rare. As the second youngest in the family, Ornella is not quite old enough to suffer a shift towards a nocturnal schedule like her older siblings, and this provides an opportunity. Slipping from her shared room, she heads out into the hallway and downstairs with one hand clutching to a stuffed toy. For a few days now, a number has been quite intrusive in her thoughts, and regardless of her thinking of it every hour awake, cannot recall the reason it feels so important. When it had popped back into her head before she even opened her eyes this morning, she had lost any chance of returning to sleep for a few more minutes with irritation rousing her all the more quickly.
Reaching the living space, she’s relieved to find a mother present. Bare feet carrying her quickly over the last of the distance, she comes up beside the chair to insert herself into Mary Ann’s space without hesitation, sliding one hand under her arm in semblance of a hug to lean in and bury her face in against her shoulder for a breath. Grasping at the calm granted by the contact, she lifts her head to prop her chin on that shoulder and plead for assistance, “Mum? I remembered someone’s number, but I don’t know whose it is.”
{Mary Ann} "A number?" That sounds familiar. Very familiar indeed. Because there's this number that's been on her mind since yesterday, and she feels like she's known it for a long time but she can't put her finger on where from or what it is even for. It doesn't seem to be a phone number... Perhaps she came across it again while Nel was there? That might be something to narrow the source down with. Assuming it's the same number, even. "What is the number?"
[Network]
“That’s funny… It’s not even ringing,” comes the voice of a young girl. There’s no image to be paired to the audio, but she is certainly not alone.
The voice of a middle-aged woman responds, sounding puzzled. "There isn't even a ceased number intercept message." That's what she had expected, quite honestly. After all the number did not sound like a phone number at all. But it was worth a try... is what she thought.
((OOC note: Mary and Nel will respond unevenly in various threads))
[Audio] ... I need to find a way for him to get back the memories of not knowing what gravity was.
Which had been somewhat frustrating!
You could also go for mental echo -> have him echo *not knowing*/"forgetting" what gravity is...
"Do you have any idea how you would have acquired a one-eyed memory that didn't align with your other memories from that other place?"
The thing is, he *does* learn eventually in the first book.
There had, in fact, been a few moments of panic where he thought he'd been Caitlin, but those had been thwarted handily.
"A live-broadcast transmission? Unless you're talking about the life I live now, in which case: spending lots of time wearing an eye patch?"
He's looked into it; the tech's not outright impossible. And the tone of his second question is much more sarcastic than the first.
"Ah, apologies, I may be misinterpreting in any case."
But he had a time when he could think logically and didn't know so there's that
"Cause if not then maybe it was a ghost." It could fit with the lack of having any body details.
Truuue. /lol
The idea of being a ghost provokes a wry smile.
"If I'd been a ghost, wouldn't that imply I'd been something else before then?"
One does have to die to become a ghost, in most mythologies and religions.. and he's never felt strongly as to whether ghosts are a real, independent phenomenon in this world.
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"Unless you forgot the before upon becoming a ghost," she counters out of the box. Nothing in traditional mythos covers anything related to this Network or people being given things from other beings, so she sees no reason rules of human fiction should apply to possible sources.
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Still, Nel's got a point; he makes a show of huffing wryly.
"Either way, there's a chance I just might wake up one day and not have a body to be going on with."
Which, in his opinion, is a bit morbid to be talking about, let alone with a kid...
He rifles a hand through his hair.
"Hypotheticals."
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We cannot know for sure one way or the other.
And as long as it hasn't happened, there's not much reason to worry about something that may never happen." Not with something as hypothetical as this. "Trying to stay fit to not get a heart attack is one thing; trying to stay fit in case the zombie apocalypse happens is rather ridiculous."
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It would also be hard to hide. Someone would miss him and file a police report.
Her mother brings a sense of rationality back, and Nel is relieved to have a more practical perspective even in the face of something they cannot understand right now. “Mum’s right. And worrying about it could make you feel ill.” He has awesome super speed to focus on and enjoy after all!
The phrase 'we'll burn that bridge when we come to it' comes to mind...
"True, true."
And Nel's own input puts him back on much more solid ground.
"Nothing to guess at about that."
Anxiety could provoke one hell of a downward spiral on one's health.
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Her father will come over in a little while, and besides, it's probably safer to wrap the conversation up at this point before it dips back downwards again.
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Let them leave it at a plateau, if nothing else!
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Everyone has been so kind in sharing information with them.