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deernet2022-11-06 09:36 am
demonicbeauty) wrote in deernet2022-11-06 09:36 am
[VIDEO; UN: LittleGreenLiar]
[There are a number of indications that this is a misfire, even before it becomes clear what's going on. First, there's the fact of the username. Ariadne has never once set a username. Everyone who keeps promising to show her how to do it keeps disappearing or dying on her. So she's been "username not set" for years, at this point.
Then, there's the angle. It's tilted. And the feed isn't vibrating and shaking as Ariadne tries to hold it steady. Clearly, her Omni is sitting off to one side, forgotten, at the moment.
Ariadne is standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. She's in her underwear. Of course, it's pretty medieval underwear: a ribbed corset, tied in front, and knee-length bloomers. Bare feet. Green feet. She's in her natural form, her candy-floss blue hair loose and streaming down her back, practically to her knees. She wags her hand in front of her face, as if she's holding a fan. Daintily, she touches her fingertips to her collarbone.]
Me? You want to dance with me?
[There's non one else in the room. It appear, she's been caught in a game of make-believe. Adorable? Creepy? Hard to say.]
Why, sir, I would be delighted!
[She dips into a neat, perfect curtsy. And then rises, eyelashes fluttering.
At which point, she starts to dance a waltz, her arms around an invisible, imaginary partner. She moves smoothly, gliding across the room, looking very much like she's ready to fall in love in a ballroom.
One, two, three. One, two, three...]
Then, there's the angle. It's tilted. And the feed isn't vibrating and shaking as Ariadne tries to hold it steady. Clearly, her Omni is sitting off to one side, forgotten, at the moment.
Ariadne is standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. She's in her underwear. Of course, it's pretty medieval underwear: a ribbed corset, tied in front, and knee-length bloomers. Bare feet. Green feet. She's in her natural form, her candy-floss blue hair loose and streaming down her back, practically to her knees. She wags her hand in front of her face, as if she's holding a fan. Daintily, she touches her fingertips to her collarbone.]
Me? You want to dance with me?
[There's non one else in the room. It appear, she's been caught in a game of make-believe. Adorable? Creepy? Hard to say.]
Why, sir, I would be delighted!
[She dips into a neat, perfect curtsy. And then rises, eyelashes fluttering.
At which point, she starts to dance a waltz, her arms around an invisible, imaginary partner. She moves smoothly, gliding across the room, looking very much like she's ready to fall in love in a ballroom.
One, two, three. One, two, three...]
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That last remark certainly makes Chizuru blush a little - perhaps because she might be worried Ariadne is assuming here that Chizuru would! S-She's not that kind of girl..! ]
I-I understand! [ She therefore quickly stammers, shaking her head a little. ] I just thought.. um.. that has to be the only option, right? I mean, I have never heard of these things recording all by themselves, and the only other option is..
[ She grows quiet for a moment, unsure of what she's about to say. Perhaps even a little worried. ]
.. a ghost or something..
[ And that option doesn't exactly seem great either, huh. Especially since most ghosts in this place aren't too friendly. ]
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[She turns her face up to the ceiling, sniffing delicately. Taking the possibility seriously.
But ultimately, she shakes her head.]
I don't think there are any ghosts. I would smell some ozone. I usually do when there's magic around.
[She shrugs.]
My guess is there's something weird with the technology.
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[ .. now Chizuru is the one who has to consider this for a moment. She knows so little about technology that it's hard for her to tell. Maybe she should ask someone who seems more familiar with it.. ]
But that's.. kind of dangerous, isn't it? I mean, they could show us off doing anything at all then.. It could make people feel really embarrassed, like what happened to you. [ And that's not a good thing in Chizuru's opinion. People should only have to share what they want to share! ]
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[Fortunately, she's not too embarrassed.]
Might be wise to keep the Omni in a box or pocket, when it's not being used.
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Yes, I'll definitely make sure of that now.. [ Because the last thing she'd want is for her to be broadcast to the network without knowing about it! That seems terrifying to someone so relatively meek.. ]
But.. miss Airy, I don't think you have anything to worry about when it comes to this specific message, at least. To me, you just looked.. well, happy.
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Sometimes, it's just fun to play pretend.
I mean, I know I'm not a delicate lady in a palace, surrounded by eager suitors, wearing silks and satins and velvet...
But there's no harm in playing make-believe, right?
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[ There's a tiny pause. Not because Chizuru thinks there is harm in it. No, instead she's thinking about something else, especially since some faint things Ariadne told her before.. she lived at court, right? But not as one of those delicate ladies, so.. ]
Would you want to be like that, you think?
[ Is that why she's having those moments of make-believe? ]
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No. Not really. But it's a nice break from the way that you're treated when you aren't one of those ladies, I suppose.
And I'd like to fall in love some day. Be admired and adored. In a real way, though. Not in the way the courtiers play their games.
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[ Or, well, more like she'd like to experience a mutual love. Since Chizuru is pretty sure the crush she's got going on right now is very, very one-sided.
But judging by the way the other speaks of it, Chizuru judges that Ariadne also very much implies mutual love there. ]
Don't you have anyone here you like that way? A lot of people seem to have someone like that..
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I kissed someone here once. But...
I don't think he likes me that way.
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What do you mean? I mean.. um.. if that person didn't like you that way, then why would he kiss you?
[ There's a pause where she seems to consider it herself, wanting to reach a possible answer. ]
Was it because of something strange going on in this place?
[ That's often the reason in Trench, isn't it. ]
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I...we haven't really talked. About anything, including the kissing.
[She shrugs.]
I guess, he's been kind of busy. His people--I mean, from his home--tend to get into a lot of mischief here in Trench.
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Would you want to talk to him about it?
[ It's a soft, cautious question. But Chizuru can't help but be curious, especially since this feels like such a big thing to her. Kissing, and then just.. never talking about it again.
Wouldn't that be painful? ]
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[There's a difference there. A big difference, even if it's only a few words, with their order changed around.]
But that's not up to me.
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.. that's a little sad, Chizuru thinks. Especially when that person seems to not have talked to Ariadne about it at all so far.. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's how Chizuru lands on those words - with quite some amount of genuine sympathy in her voice. ]
I mean, um.. maybe you're not too worried about it! But I think that if I'd be in your shoes, I'd be kind of fretting about the entire thing.. [ It's a kiss, after all! Chizuru has never even had one! It's a wild, wild concept to her to just kiss someone and then forget, or never have that person bring it up to you ever again. ]
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[She sucks in air between her teeth.]
I don't know. I don't know what to think or feel. Not really.
I'm young, I'm supposed to be exploring and discovering. But...I don't always know how.
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[ Chizuru pauses.
Considering the time she's coming from, and the sort of life she's lived, it's not really easy for her to put it into words either. It's not like she's ever had the chance to just date around either, after all, or anything of the sort.. ]
How to.. find love? [ Maybe she should put it like that? Is that one right? ]
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Birds have song to attract mates. Crickets too. Land mammals have bright colors and courtship rituals.
[She sighs.]
Humanoids aren't so obvious about it.
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[ Tastes differ, after all. ]
But you usually know love when you feel it, right? When you see someone, and they just make you feel.. something different inside. You've felt that before, haven't you?
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[She screws her face up, a little skeptical.]
If that's love it's...not what I expected.
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I'm not sure if that's the right feeling.. [ If anything, that almost sounds more like anxiety to her? Like the feeling you get right as something bad is happening.. ]
To me, it feels more like..
[ Her voice momentarily trails off as she tries to find the right words for it. It's hard! Especially since it's just a.. feeling. ]
Like suddenly my chest feels really light..? Does that maybe make sense? As if you suddenly lose track of time.
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[She smiles, tilting her head to one side, birdlike.]
Have you been in love, then?
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[ Chizuru can't ever be too sure. After all, she had been so isolated for a large part of her life that it's not like she really properly got to learn what love is along the way..
But she's pretty sure she's slowly starting to get the right idea now. A little bit. ]
But that person isn't here. And.. um, it probably would never work out anyway. So I guess it would be more appropriate to call it an one-sided crush, maybe..?
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[She's picked up a lot of slang from a lot of different worlds, but that stands out.]
It's...unrequited?
[A small frown.]
That doesn't sound very nice.
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It sometimes just happens. [ And yes, it's not very nice. It's kind of painful. But Chizuru wouldn't be Chizuru if she didn't admit to that, because she doesn't want to bother anyone else with it.
She'd be there and ready to acknowledge someone else's pain in this regard, but her own? It's easier to pretend she's not that bothered. ]
You can't help who you like, after all. And sometimes you end up liking someone who will most likely never like you back before you can even stop what your heart is doing.
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