Kitty Jones (
rathercommon) wrote in
subsystem2015-08-27 03:34 pm
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[ Kitty's voice is cheerful, girlish, and energetic. She hasn't been around lately: the effects of getting out the warning about the invasion of Olympus had intense physical effects on her, and a long period of unconsciousness has been followed by a period of working hard to recover from that physical weakness. So this post's chipperness is partially motivated by the fact that Kitty's persona/alias Lizzie is just a chipper person, and it's partially motivated by the fact that Kitty wants to prove to herself that she's recovered and in good health and spirits. So...Honestly, that energy is frankly bordering on manic. ]
Hullo, Zion! Or at least the network-users of Zion. It's Lizzie again.
A few things. The first of these things, I think, is going to make some of you quite happy. I expect a lot of you remember the restaurant I work at - Cafe Modak - it's the one with the best food in the whole city, so you might have heard of it. If you pay attention to those sorts of things. Anyway, Chef and Mrs Dutt - that's our owner - are putting together a little celebration dinner, for the people who helped defend Olympus. And also when I say little celebration dinner, I actually mean that it's going to basically be a feast. Everyone's invited, but people who helped out get to eat free. So if you've got any dishes to request, just request them here, and I'll pass it along to the two of them.
Anyway, the second thing is that we really don't all know each other so well, do we? I mean, we do all use this, but I hardly know any of your names. Or anything about you. So we ought to play one of those silly games like they make you do, to get comfortable with the people around you. So...How about we play a few rounds of two truths and a lie? If you all know that game. Or you could do a little introduction speech. Or just talk about your favorite sims, if you do sims.
[ Translation: let me pick your brains and figure out what sorts of people you are. ]
Hullo, Zion! Or at least the network-users of Zion. It's Lizzie again.
A few things. The first of these things, I think, is going to make some of you quite happy. I expect a lot of you remember the restaurant I work at - Cafe Modak - it's the one with the best food in the whole city, so you might have heard of it. If you pay attention to those sorts of things. Anyway, Chef and Mrs Dutt - that's our owner - are putting together a little celebration dinner, for the people who helped defend Olympus. And also when I say little celebration dinner, I actually mean that it's going to basically be a feast. Everyone's invited, but people who helped out get to eat free. So if you've got any dishes to request, just request them here, and I'll pass it along to the two of them.
Anyway, the second thing is that we really don't all know each other so well, do we? I mean, we do all use this, but I hardly know any of your names. Or anything about you. So we ought to play one of those silly games like they make you do, to get comfortable with the people around you. So...How about we play a few rounds of two truths and a lie? If you all know that game. Or you could do a little introduction speech. Or just talk about your favorite sims, if you do sims.
[ Translation: let me pick your brains and figure out what sorts of people you are. ]

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Why don't you start us off? Two truths and a lie, Lizzie.
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[ Her voice slips into something a little more teasing. (She of course has two lies and a lie prepped, so this isn't evasion, it's actually teasing him a little bit.) ]
I don't know. How can I know that you're not just trying to get me to give up my air of mystery without giving anything back yourself?
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[ So, useless. ]
I swear on the grave of my dearly departed dog to answer you in kind, how about that?
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[ But - Okay. She squares her shoulders and reports: ]
In my home Matrix, I had hair down to my elbows. I'm allergic to peanuts, and...I'm sixteen years old.
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[ He sounds more faux-surprised than skeptical, though, and gives a contemplative hum. [
It has to be the peanuts. That'd be terrible, by the way, I'd be so sad for you.
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hang on, she said to that politician that she's sixteen. hold while mila revises her truths and lies for 'things she can say to a teenager'. )
Milagros Gallo wasn't my full name, I speak fluent Spanish, and I've thought about having children.
( nailed it. )
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[ She chews a little on her lower lip, thinking about the possibilities. ]
I'm guessing...You haven't considered having kids. You sound young.
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That's a very flattering guess. I'm afraid I'm starting to push forty fairly hard.
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[ Honestly a little surprising. But, cheerfully: ]
Well, you've got a beautiful voice, definitely. I bet it's an elegant forty. So - was I wrong?
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My surname is Stolsbord. I have scar in shape of rose. I wrote travel book once.
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[ With a little laugh, she confesses: ]
Oh, I really hope it's the first one, because the other two are just so brilliant I desperately want them to be true.
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[ There's no manipulation there. No lies. This is the honest, real excitement of a girl who never had the chance to go more than twenty miles from where she was born until she found herself in a new world altogether. ]
Have you traveled many places, then? Many remarkable places?
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[ She knows perfectly well why he's asking. She doesn't even bother to hide the teasing amusement in her voice. ]
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[ He already sounds fond. Baby minx. Adorable. ]
Here's two truths and a lie for you: I've been to all seven continents--as they existed in our heads, whatever--I've been in three sword fights, and I have no qualms about killing minors who get between me and a liquor bottle.
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Number three! You'd feel dreadful.
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Dropped out of college. Got a pony for my sixth birthday. Could do magic.
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Oh, I'd say the Matrix counts. After all, even if what you did didn't have any real, physical effect, you still decided to do it. So even if the things you did in the Matrix didn't have any effect upon the world, you were changed and shaped by your decisions, right?
[ So: ]
Anyway, I think... [ Hm. ] I think you didn't drop out of college.
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Anyway. [ Does Lizzie's home world have gameshows? Because Kate makes a buzzer noise, errnt! and there's a faint swish of fabric and hair as she shakes her head. ]
I dropped out after a semester. But I'm pleased it seems unlikely.
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[ That's really surprising. Kate seems so determined - that she wouldn't follow something through...Maybe college isn't worth much? Kitty has only the vaguest notion of what college actually entails - she's talked with enough people to know that in a lot of Matrixes, people go there to just study more, that it's not like her world where it's just for theoretical magicians and barristers - but it seems like a very large number of extracts that she's talked to have been college-educated.
So, because she's quite curious about what would make Kate change her path: ]
Why'd you leave? If I can ask.
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the shadow knows
her name is the evil that lurks in the heart of man?
ye....es. Eva for short
It is kind of a mouthful
and 'man' is a terrible nickname
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i'm not late i'm right on time
[o hi mark]
you ARE
I...do have a job. I waitress. I didn't lose the job, which was really good of them.
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