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

[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.

[thebigsister]

I think it's fascinating.

[There's a childish awe in the back of her words, even as she nods. Her own world was a mystery to her own experience, and being stuck here in the tower, while frustrating, also provided the opportunity to know many new amazing things.]

[verymuchalive]

[Aradia nods and smiles]

I couldn't agree more.

[thebigsister]

I'm glad to meet someone who agrees with me. Most people I've meet seem not to care about such things.

[verymuchalive]

I suppose people find it upsetting to talk about, maybe.

[thebigsister]

It's odd. Theoretically I understand that, but in practice it... well, it seems silly.

[verymuchalive]

Well, it does. But I suppose people can't help how they feel.

[thebigsister]

No, they can't. Not without help, I'd suppose.