Voice testing (Canon is Bioshock)

[make_me_a_star]

Oh, dear. You know, I'm really very comfortable here. In your mind. I don't want... well, the last thing I want is to create any trouble, but don't you think the others will be upset if I get to go somewhere and they don't?

Yes, yes, of course, I'm thinking of Mr. Ryan, but the others, too. They're not a very pleasant bunch, and, well, you do pick awfully mean characters, don't you?

I'd just like to meet someone nice...

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[make_me_a_star]

Why not?

[She's genuinely confused. Rapture isn't the same in her time as it is in Eleanor's time. She still likes it.]

[thebigsister]

Because Mother didn't think I should. And then...

[She shakes her head.]

Then I got a chance to go out enough, but I wasn't. Exactly myself then. It wasn't for very long, either.

[She laughs a little, bitter.]

Born and raised in Rapture, yes, but I never really knew it. Not like many others did.

[A little sad.]

Not like Father did.

[make_me_a_star]

I'm sorry. That's awful. Rapture is... is wonderful, for most people.

[She looks genuinely sad for Eleanor.]

Your father? Who is he? I might know him.

[thebigsister]

No, it's not wonderful, not anymore. Not after Ryan and my Mother were done with it.

[Eleanor sighs.]

I don't think you would... not consciously. Not after he became my Father.

[make_me_a_star]

Mr. Ryan? Why? What did he do?

[She's starting to think you might not be from the same time as her.]

[thebigsister]

[Tact? What is tact.]

What else? Drive Rapture to ruin with his stupid war with Fontaine over ADAM and splicing. And then after he was murdered, Mother too charge.

[Oh, the amount of disdain in that word alone would move mountains.]

[make_me_a_star]

I--I don't...

[She frowns again.]

None of that is his fault. Fontaine is the one who...

[Wait a second. Did Eleanor just say...]

Murdered?

[thebigsister]

[Someone sit down and explain to Eleanor what "spoilers" are. Please.]

Ryan was the one who got the city caught up in civil war, rioting and half mad after all the splicing. And then, he was murdered by his own son.

[make_me_a_star]

He has a son?

[Forgive her for her incredulity. None of this has happened for her yet -- thought it will soon enough -- and she doesn't know what's going on.]

[thebigsister]

Yes. You must have left the city a long time ago, if you haven't heard about all this. My mother delights in speaking of it.

[make_me_a_star]

I... I would never leave.

[She's starting to look a little ill.]

[thebigsister]

...I see.

[...well, at least she's finally catching up that she might have said something bad.]

I'm sorry.

[make_me_a_star]

I just... do you know whose... his son, do you know who the mother is? Was?

[thebigsister]

I... might. I think. I need to remember.

[So she files through those echoes in her mind, memories and skills and personalities not her own, stored in choppy, broken pieces, folded inside the ADAM coursing through her veins thicker than blood. And then Eleanor pales, looking horrified.]

I. I am. I am so sorry.

[make_me_a_star]

Please tell me you're not saying... that.

[Now she really does look like she's going to throw up. Because she never thought it would get to that point.]

Oh my god...

[thebigsister]

I'm so sorry.

[make_me_a_star]

What... how...

[Her voice is very faint now.]

I think I'm going to be sick.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor reaches out to steady her.]

Please... hold on. Do you need to sit down?

[make_me_a_star]

Yes, yes, I think...

[She sits down shakily.]

Please. Please, tell me everything you know.

[thebigsister]

I... I can try. What's the last thing you remember?

[make_me_a_star]

Well... I...

[She sighs.]

I suppose I was with Mr. Ryan. I don't know, nothing is really unusual. I'm just... do you know when all of this happens? Happened? I'm... confused.

[thebigsister]

Okay, okay. Let's... let's go slow.

[Eleanor is not good at this.]

What year was it, before you arrived here?

[make_me_a_star]

1956...

[She shakes her head.]

When was it for you?

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor sits down, slowly.]

...1968.

[make_me_a_star]

O-oh. Well.

[A pause.]

That... certainly means things would have changed, I-I guess.