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towerofanimus2011-09-27 10:52 pm
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Sinking In
Who: Cain Knightlord and YOU
Where: Cafeteria
Format: Either is fine with me
Warnings: None
Cain was struggling.
They had been here for days now, eight now to be precise, and still they had come no closer to discovering a mission objective. His stomach had grown more knotted each day they awoke in those beds in that room, a rising sensation of undeniable truth - however insane it seemed. The logic that he had used to prove this was a simulation at the start, seemingly so incontrovertible, was slowly dissolving as time passed without change.
Firstly, their superiors would never have left them inside a simulation for eight days if they were making no headway. They would have been pulled free and reprimanded, perhaps even properly punished (though that was unlikely now they were adults), and sent back to their duties. A week was a long time on the colony, and there was no way that they both could have been spared for this long. Secondly, he had never seen such a variety of programs with such diverse and full personalities; they were well-rounded and independent in a way that simulated people never could be, and each time he met someone new it made the doubt grow.
Of course, he was sure that Abel would be having none of it. That if he told his brother that he was starting to consider the possibility of other worlds and a kidnapping tower, then Abel would have him restrained to the bed until psychiatric help could be brought. Either that, or he'd punch him and be done with it. And he wouldn't blame Abel if he did, this was absolutely ludicrous as a situation, and every time he thought about it logically, then his mind wanted to strangle itself for even contemplating that it could be true.
Torn, lost, confused; Cain had become more withdrawn as the days had gone on. Until it had culminated in a rather dejected blond man sat in the cafeteria, pushing food around on his plate without any interest in actually eating it. When he spoke, it was to nobody in particular, just exhaling his frustration to himself.
"...this can't be real. How can it be? How can--?"
[ooc: Open as an open thing, everyone welcome!]
Where: Cafeteria
Format: Either is fine with me
Warnings: None
Cain was struggling.
They had been here for days now, eight now to be precise, and still they had come no closer to discovering a mission objective. His stomach had grown more knotted each day they awoke in those beds in that room, a rising sensation of undeniable truth - however insane it seemed. The logic that he had used to prove this was a simulation at the start, seemingly so incontrovertible, was slowly dissolving as time passed without change.
Firstly, their superiors would never have left them inside a simulation for eight days if they were making no headway. They would have been pulled free and reprimanded, perhaps even properly punished (though that was unlikely now they were adults), and sent back to their duties. A week was a long time on the colony, and there was no way that they both could have been spared for this long. Secondly, he had never seen such a variety of programs with such diverse and full personalities; they were well-rounded and independent in a way that simulated people never could be, and each time he met someone new it made the doubt grow.
Of course, he was sure that Abel would be having none of it. That if he told his brother that he was starting to consider the possibility of other worlds and a kidnapping tower, then Abel would have him restrained to the bed until psychiatric help could be brought. Either that, or he'd punch him and be done with it. And he wouldn't blame Abel if he did, this was absolutely ludicrous as a situation, and every time he thought about it logically, then his mind wanted to strangle itself for even contemplating that it could be true.
Torn, lost, confused; Cain had become more withdrawn as the days had gone on. Until it had culminated in a rather dejected blond man sat in the cafeteria, pushing food around on his plate without any interest in actually eating it. When he spoke, it was to nobody in particular, just exhaling his frustration to himself.
"...this can't be real. How can it be? How can--?"
[ooc: Open as an open thing, everyone welcome!]
no subject
His annoyance, his anger and irritation covering his fear, make the bleed of displeasure into blue eyes all the more obvious despite the mask of apathy he had hoped to adopt and upkeep. Abel stares at his brother, the chill almost tangible as his mood took a further downward turn through the tubes.
"What are we supposed to do?"
no subject
He thinks the most likely explanation is a rival scientific company, one that wasn't part of the UNASF and had no access to the advanced cloning technology. The ruined world and other participants (likely actors), were probably a mind game to demoralise and deter them from attempting escape.
"Until then, keep ourselves out of trouble."
no subject
It seemed there were no easy answers... and no easy out, by default. Had he expected Cain to have something? He'd certainly hoped.
no subject
"Don't look at me like that." He sighed, flicking a bit of ice cream at Abel to try and pull the mood back from where it had settled in rock bottom.
no subject
"I'm not content to sit around and wait for something to happen."
no subject
He rubbed a finger under the collar at his throat, feeling uncomfortable still with the statement that it made - lesser, inferior, animal.
"We've worked on enough different technologies that, pooling our skills and with enough research, we should be able to get these off."
no subject
"...we should explore some more of the tower. Maybe we can find tools or the area they're built in."
no subject
He would prefer Abel to work on the collars, his brother had always been more technologically minded and security systems were his expert area.
"You focus on the collars, I want these off us."
no subject
"Then I'll see what I can find."
no subject
"I know you'll figure it out."
Lifting to his feet, he gathered up several dinner plates and turned for the door.
"I'm going map-making, I'll see you later."
no subject
Abel's eyes follow his brother as Cain lifts to his feet, something perplexed in his expression before it's buried under the familiarity of an apathetic mask, and he gives a dismissive wave.
"Yeah..."
A hesitant pause, before the Commander is drawing upright, as well.
"...be careful, Cain."
no subject
"You know me, I'm always careful."
So he says, almost dropping his pile of plates. It was an act, of course, he wasn't genuinely that clumsy, but the charade was designed to make Abel feel better.
no subject
...Or even simply his older brother.
He turns for the opposite exit of the cafeteria, giving a wave of farewell over his shoulder as he retreats to begin his search for clues to the collar's operation in earnest.