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 no, it's not so bad. My lusus and I had a lot of fun together and it's not like I couldn't talk to other trolls.

[thebigsister]

I understand, I'm sorry. It's just... my parents made me who I am.

[She shrugs somewhat, letting her arms hang at her sides.]

I don't know who I'd be, without them.

[verymuchalive]

[She nods]

It's only since I've been here that I've really understood how it all works but humans appear to have a far greater sense of family than we do.

[thebigsister]

Perhaps it's just me, I wouldn't know about the whole of humanity. I just know... I don't know who or what I would be without my Father.

[A small pause.]

Or my Mother.

[verymuchalive]

Well, perhaps. I don't really have much knowledge to go on.

[thebigsister]

[There's suddenly a strange sound, which might, after a moment, be identified as laughter.]

...I think it's very human of me to try and see things that a definitely not human, from a human perspective. I apologize.

[verymuchalive]

[She shakes her head and smiles]

It's natural to try and rationalise things based on what we consider to be normal, even if that's not what the other considers normal.

[thebigsister]

Perhaps. But I have been rude, and I would still like to apologize.

[She tilted her head to the side, arms hanging harmlessly at her sides.]

I'm Eleanor.

[verymuchalive]

Oh, well...okay. You didn't seem rude to me.

I'm Aradia.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor bobs her head in acknowledgement.]

Nice to meet you, Aradia. Have you been here long?

[verymuchalive]

A couple of months, I think. I'm still trying to get used to how human time works.

[thebigsister]

Oh, does time flow differently for you? Or do you measure time in a different scale?

[verymuchalive]

We measure it differently. For example, we age in sweeps instead of your human years and I think a sweep is longer than a year.

[thebigsister]

Oh. That ought to be confusing.

[Eleanor shrugs.]

To be honest, I've measured time in day and night all my life, but. This place is the closest thing to actual "days and nights" I've ever experienced. It's almost jarring.

[verymuchalive]

Well it is, a little. But if I couldn't handle that sort of thing I wouldn't be a very good Maid of Time, would I?

[She giggles at that, even as she's the only one of the two who would get that]

Really? How so?

[thebigsister]

[The head tilts in that unnatural angle again.]

Maid of Time?

[But then Eleanor shook her head.]

I was born and raised in Rapture, a city built so deep in the ocean the sunlight didn't really reach us.

[verymuchalive]

[Oh, right. Not everyone knows about the game]

It's a long story and complicated to explain. But basically, I have time powers...and time responsibilities I suppose you could say.

[As Eleanor talks about her home city, Aradia's expression becomes a mixture of wary and excited that she has some frame of reference for this]

Oh, so you're a sea dweller! I didn't realise humans had those.

[thebigsister]

A seadweller?

[Eleanor seems to think for a moment.]

Well. Yes. I suppose I am, given I am capable of surviving in the ocean floor but...

[Well, she's not sure if she deserves to call herself human.]

[verymuchalive]

But?

[Her head tilts in curiosity]

[thebigsister]

Mmm, it's nothing.

[She shrugs again.]

I just wonder if I still qualify as human.

[verymuchalive]

Why wouldn't you?

[thebigsister]

I think there's a point where you stop being human, and I passed it a long time ago.

[verymuchalive]

I don't understand. Why would you stop being the species you were born as?

[thebigsister]

Oh, I suppose this is a cultural convention... humans do not define themselves merely for their species, but for their actions and intentions.

[Eleanor tilts her head to the side.]

To cease to be human could be considered anything from an act that the entirety of humanity rejects. Or perhaps to modify your genetic structure until it no longer fits the bill.

[verymuchalive]

Oh really? You can do that? We don't have anything like that.

[Waaaait]

So are you a robot?