I love the way you call it art

[verymuchalive]

Characters: OU Aradia and OPEN
Setting: Art Gallery floor
Format: Starts in action, but will follow either
Summary: Aradia's taking in a little of the tower's version of culture
Warnings: Grim art? But otherwise not much yet.

[Up until now, Aradia hasn't really spent much time perusing the art gallery that appeared when the tower grew a few floors. Today she's decided to rectify that.

And so she wanders aimlessly about the floor, looking at the various artworks on display and lingering in front of those that catch her eye. Probably one of the more morbid ones, but she seems far more fascinated than she does horrified.

Pester her?]

Comments

[verymuchalive]

Oh. Sorry. Just, I've been a robot before, so I thought maybe it was that. And before that, I was a sprite that had also been prototyped with a frog.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor tilted her head to the side.]

Is... is that a troll thing to do?

[She sounds fascinated rather than confused, though.]

[verymuchalive]

No, that one's pretty much a me exclusive...it's a long story.

[thebigsister]

Oh. It sounds fascinating.

[Eleanor catches herself.]

...not that I mean to pry, I'm sorry.

[verymuchalive]

[She giggles]

It's fine. I've been asking plenty of questions myself.

[thebigsister]

Would you tell me, then? If you don't mind? I just think it's interesting.

[verymuchalive]

Well, okay. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Basically...I died, but I came back as a ghost to help my friends find and play a game. Someone I know made me a robot body so that I could have a physical form again.

[thebigsister]

Oh, that's really something.

[Eleanor nods.]

Were you just memories, or were you yourself?

[Because the ghosts she knows... well, they're different.]

[verymuchalive]

I was me. Or, well, sort of. I became very detached from everyone but I was still me.

[thebigsister]

Oh. I have... ghosts, in me.

[Eleanor taps her chest a little, shaking her head.]

But they're little more than memories I've inherited.

[Sometimes they were voices, or visions, or impulses. But that wasn't the same as what this girl was describing.]

[verymuchalive]

Oh, you do?

[That piques her interest]

Do they talk to you?

[thebigsister]

Thankfully, they do not. They are little more than memories and skills.

[verymuchalive]

Oh. Well that's probably for the best. I can't say I miss having them talk to me.

[thebigsister]

[Help, they're gonna fascinate each other into a curiosity black hole.]

What was it like? If you don't mind me asking? All I get are visions of memories, and perhaps personality traits if I don't pay attention.

[verymuchalive]

Distracting, mostly. But they led me where I needed to go so that the timeline could go as it needed to so I suppose I can't complain.

[thebigsister]

Yes. Perhaps guidance is in a ghost's nature, no matter what world they come from.

[verymuchalive]

Perhaps. Not that it much matters now I'm here.

How about you? Are they still with you?

[thebigsister]

They remain.

[Eleanor shrugged.]

They are now part of me.

[verymuchalive]

Do they cause you much trouble? Being away from their original world, I mean.

[thebigsister]

I wouldn't say so? They just... yearn for familiarity, I suppose. The water floors of the Tower, for example.

[verymuchalive]

Understandable. Are they aware of the tower themselves or do they just react strongly when you're in favourable places?

[thebigsister]

No, I don't... I don't think they're aware of themselves in any fashion, outside their memories. It's strange, like impressions lacking substance. They are not themselves entirely, like you were.

[verymuchalive]

I see...I suppose that's not so unusual, really.

[thebigsister]

It's... not unheard of, this phenomenon, from where I come from. I wouldn't know elsewhere, though.

[verymuchalive]

I suppose that's the thing with so many different worlds. A lot of the time, even things that are similar don't turn out to be quite the same.