Ariadne (
demonicbeauty) wrote in
deernet2022-11-06 09:36 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
[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...]
no subject
[She shakes her head, still confused.]
We have sailing vessels in my world. Horse-drawn carriages. Sometimes roller skates.
You can always see the people operating the vessel, whatever it is.
no subject
[He hadn't been on many sailing vessels; he wasn't a strong swimmer after all.]
What are roller skates?
no subject
[She slides her foot forward, pointing the toes. Like a little ballerina.]
You use them to glide across surfaces, propelling yourself forward.
no subject
[He had never heard of such things before, but then again, hover technology was more the style of the galaxy. That and beasts of burden.]
no subject
[She tilts her foot forward, demonstrating the braking technique.]
And I guess they help you when you want to go somewhere quickly and can't run fast enough?
no subject
[Maybe it would be useful? Then again, so where jet packs and transporters. He also generally preferred running?]
Did you make use of these specialized shoes often then?
no subject
[A small shrug.]
It was...fun. But not really for me.
no subject
[He lifted her Omni a little.]
And what name do you want for your network title?
no subject
[A pause.]
It's me, really. Isn't it?
no subject
It's you. You'll always be you no matter what Trench does.
no subject
[She laughs that infectious little laugh of hers.]
Although, I also hope I learn to be more me.
no subject
[She seemed well enough put together by his eyes after all. He set her profile and offered back her Omni.]
Do you want to show me how to get to the profile?
no subject
[She takes the Omni back.]
That I'm still learning and growing. There are still so many things I haven't had the chance to do or try or be yet.
[Hesitantly, she points to the settings icon.]
This one?
no subject
[He nodded his head when she pointed at the appropriate icon.]
Yes. Then profile which gives information about you. Scroll down and there is your user name.
no subject
I think I'd like to be...well, part of a pack again, to be sure.
And...I want to try more new things.
no subject
You were part of a pack? How big? Was it all your species?
no subject
[She almost looks apologetic.]
Most Alastrian packs are much bigger. Two or three mating pairs, all of their litters, and the extended family protectors.
no subject
Nightbrother's also formed packs, but we called them clans.
no subject
[She waves her hands uselessly for a moment.]
I just need a new family. A place to feel like I belong, you know.
no subject
[He could never replace Feral or Maul, though he was definitely lukewarm when it came to Mother Talzin. There was a permanent formality for that particular relationship, not that she would want anything familial with him.]
And do you have people here that gives you that feeling already? Or are you still searching?
no subject
[She frowns.]
Dean was like the big brother I never had. When Deeringotn was falling apart and everyone was huddling together, he opened up his home to me.
[It's a little hard for her to say, in spite of all the time she's had to grieve.]
I still can't believe he's gone.
no subject
[He made a noise in his throat as he looked around her place.]
Do you have anyone else who offers you something similar then? Or a group of people?
no subject
[She gives him a very warm smile.]
Including you and your brother.
[A small pause.]
And Ezra. I'm quite fond of Ezra, although I know he doesn't really agree with the Sith philosophy.
no subject
So you're bonding with those of our galaxy. [He rolled his eyes.] Jedi are trained not to believe in anything but their own teachings.
no subject
[She scowls a little.]
They all keep trying to explain it to me. The need not to have attachments. But it's so contrary to everything that I've ever...
[A small shrug.]
I can't understand it.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)