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ioculus2015-11-07 12:04 am
good_ideas) wrote in ioculus2015-11-07 12:04 am
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Age Changing Meme!
Because the child-unfriendly streets of the colony are clearly the best places for children right
SURPRISE! You are not the age you were before! Are you older? Younger? Do you remember being the way you were before, or has it always been this way? Did CERES mess up the coding again?
Want to play out a game AU of tiny babies running amok on the streets? Old geezers telling everyone to get off their lawn? Anything in-between? Go nuts and have fun!!
Meme taken from here!
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Ah! Is like my name! Or, well, part? Name is complicated. Human tongues can not say it so good. Well? Say it so well. [Oona laughs a little at her own mistake and subsequent correction, stumbling over her pronunciation and word choices in her excitement.]
Yes, I am Oona! How do you know that...?
[One day it might actually come up in game that 'Oona' is only the closest pronunciation to her name humans can really get but surprise....]
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Let's be real, Adolf stops and actually turns to look in a different direction, back and forth between the empty space to his right or left, as if he'd magically find a camera there for him to stare into. ]
That's not...
[ 'Possible', no. But there are things that undeniably match up, and Adolf hoverhands in the air for a few seconds that feel like painful eternities. How does he finish this sentence, he has no idea. ]
...You're Oona?
[ He sounds so dumb, what a good representation of the human race. ]
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[Because clearly the name itself is what the problem is here.] Is it not good name or word for humans? Hmm... [Oona trails off with a thoughtful hum]
What is your name?
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[ That comes out blunter than he'd intended, which is his usual defense mechanism against awkward situations; That Time a girl asked him if he remembered her name and all he said was "no, sorry".
But he identifies all of this as things Oona would say, which is alarming because: a) he's starting to catch the Oonaisms, and b) she's confirmed that she is, in fact, Oona. Maybe from a time when being up on land was still a novel concept— that's a bitter pill to swallow. ]
Mine isn't, either. [ why is he being 500 times more difficult than he usually is... god. ] ...Forget it. [ Remember, kids, this is How Not To Have a Conversation. ] ...If you're lost, I can show you where to go.
[ This is not at all what Oona asked him for, in any capacity, but he's Struggling. ]
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Lost? Hmm... Little! You know where I am supposed to be? Ah, humans really are amazing! Alright, will follow you!
[it's...a little alarming how easily trusting she is; there isn't even an excuse of knowing him that she could fall back on. He's human, and she's only heard mostly good things about humans. Humans that her siren cousins would kill for (or just plain kill) in their half-mad desire. The ones her selkie cousins would tear their tails off for to live brief, romantic lives with. Sure there were the occasional bad stories of a human getting greedy, or stealing a selkie's tail to keep her with him, but they always got their comeuppance in the end.
Oona looks at him with open admiration and eagerness.]
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She's still as forthright as ever, willing to use the word 'like' liberally— it's a good thing that he's developed a tolerance for those syllables in her voice. He doesn't flinch, but he doesn't frown, either. ]
I don't know where you're supposed to be.
[ Is his honest answer, but he leads her down the street and towards the Shopping District. There's bound to be something to catch her eye there, in the marketplace full of things and people. If she wants to meander without him, that'd be a good place to go, at least. ]
But if you want to ask questions, ask.
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Questions! Questions...] I do not know where to begin! [She laughs a little and quickly steps up to match his pace and walk by his side, looking this way and that.] Are all cities this large? There are so many people! Suppose some clans get big, but not this big! And so many bright lights! Does it not get confusing at night? Do not know how you could tell which is day and which is night!
[She chatters on gleefully, then suddenly grabs onto Adolf's sleeve with a gasp and points] Ah, look! What is that? [It's a pet store, but more importantly Oona's startled by the puppies in the window. She's never seen a dog before wtf is that even]
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—or, at least, that's what he's gathered from talking to Oona. Future Oona.
He's about to explain the concept of cities when the sharp tug on his sleeve alerts him to the presence of something potentially shiny... which actually turns out to be adorable, tiny puppies. Little balls of fluff. Living teddy bears, really. ]
...Those are dogs.
[ Thanks, Encyclopedia Britannica. A beat later, though, and: ] ...They'll probably let you pet them, if you ask.
[ Is this a mistake???? Potentially. ]
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Go, go! I want to see! Ah-- [WAIT. Manners. She stops pulling on him and grins, sheepish and apologetic.] Can we? Please?
[She's doing a pretty good imitation of the puppy eyes despite never seeing a dog before now.]
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But ok, melodramatics aside, it's just. Puppies. Stay strong, Reinhardt. ]
...Fine. But remember to be gentle.
[ #outofcontexttheater
He'll lead Oona inside after making this very sensible comment, and then move to negotiate with the pet store owner, who is more than happy to let some of the pups socialize!! An employee reaches inside one of the cages and takes out one of these puffballs to deposit in Oona's arms. ]