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]

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.

[verymuchalive]

Even then, it's not something that can really be controlled. I wouldn't have it any other way though.

[thebigsister]

No, it can be controlled, but there is no real benefit to it. It's artificial.

[verymuchalive]

Well okay, then. It shouldn't be controlled.

[thebigsister]

Human emotions are volatile and unstable. It's amazing how mere chemical reactions can create such powerful forces.

[verymuchalive]

Hmm. I wouldn't know about that, not being a human myself.

[thebigsister]

I wonder if troll emotions are any different, then. If they're more than chemistry.

[verymuchalive]

That's not really my area of expertise. Honestly, I'm not sure who would be.

[thebigsister]

I'm sorry, I tend to get carried away.

[She cocked her head to the side.]

Say, what is your area of expertise, if you don't mind me asking?

[verymuchalive]

It's okay. I'm the same.

[She gives a wry smile at the question]

I suppose if I have one, it would be Time.

[thebigsister]

...I'm afraid I don't understand, how can Time be an area of expertise?

[verymuchalive]

Well, it's one of the aspects of the game we were playing. The one I was assigned.

[thebigsister]

A game?

[Eleanor tilts her head to the side.]

I'm afraid I don't... quite understand.

[verymuchalive]

It's an unusual situation. Basically our world was destroyed and we had to make a new one. It's more complicated than that really but it's confusing even for those of us who are involved.