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foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
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R5: ghost hangout
[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
Week 5
Apart from unabashedly taking advantage of the jacuzzi and probably hogging it at some points (at least he can adjust the water temperature more or less successfully if it strays?), Subete spends a good amount of time just wandering around the older parts of the mansion that are now open to them. It's not so much nostalgia as -- well, restlessness, maybe. The needs of the wandering and unfettered dead. He reads in the library sometimes, contemplating books on philosophy and the occasional novel, and the rest of the time he's squirreled away somewhere in the machine lab, either staring blankly at materials without making any effort to take advantage of them or perusing an engineering book or two he borrowed from the library.]
library
She notices him walk in, because of course she does, she can't not notice, but she tries to bury her nose in her book and look preoccupied. ]
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Subete pauses briefly once he walks in, because it's not like he's not going to notice the dragon in the room, but then he just sort of moves on to pick out what he wants from the stacks. He did move a good amount of reading to his room, but there's something about reading in here...
And for a time it's almost peaceful, the turning of pages under the omnipresent hum of miasma in your skull and in the seat next to you.]
It may be a question that's hard to answer, but I do wonder. How is life for a retired Vessel?
[He doesn't look up from his book, though he does pick up the question like it's a conversation they were already having. Why not.]
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Hmm. She didn't think he'd ask something like that. ]
I feel...somewhat more 'myself.' [ ..... ] But I am becoming very tired.
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He hasn't particularly had a reason to get cozy with any of the ghosts, but now there's not really any way not to; he might as well take advantage of it. Easily:]
Ah. I was wondering how much a sense of 'themselves' those in the grips of the hivemind still had, particularly given your demeanors as Vessels. Truthfully, I was bracing myself for another sermon or two in the basement.
[Why is he like this. A glance at her over his book, but then he seems to be actually going back to reading it in the middle of the conversation. A thoughtful hum carries for a moment.]
Is being yourself tiring?
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Or the miasma is, whichever it even counts as anymore.
He decides not to think about the hivemind business too much and instead just approaches Subete in the library. It's a bit nostalgic being here, not that there's much to look back on. ] So this is your new haunt. You've got good taste, this is number three or four on my list of possible hangouts.
[ He probably isn't but, meh, whatever. ]
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The hivemind thing is... slightly more intrusive and irritating -- something like union, and yet completely different. And it's not like he ever wanted to do that with any of these people, anyway. So Subete throws himself into the nearest pile of books as well as he can, even with their presences clamoring for attention.
It takes him a moment or two to register Crow, and he actually freezes briefly, but doesn't look up from his reading.]
It's... an old haunt. It's necessary for me to keep up my skills. [there's something clinical about the way he says it, even though the careful way he handles the books belies something else even now in the time of miasma] Were your other spots taken?