Voicetesting OC 8T And maybe heading to tushanshu.

[persistenceofmemory]

It's a great idea. The back of an giant turtle with a limited supply of anti-psychotics and possibly increasing deterioration.

Maybe the mystical, relaxation, sage-turtle will put my mind back together. Or maybe I'll get radiation poisoning from the mutated sea life and end up blue.


...It might be nice. I've never seen the ocean.

Or a turtle.

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[foredoes]

Um. Radiation poisoning isn't going to turn you blue. So you know.

I've never seen the ocean either, though. [A beat] Or a turtle, actually. Matching?

[persistenceofmemory]

I say it only because the locals are blue. Would it give me six fingers?

I'm not sure that's something to celebrate.

[foredoes]

I...honestly don't know. My job is more beating people and farm machinery up than science.

It's a point of similarity. Water isn't safe in my world, so I'm pretty sure the turtles have all died.

[persistenceofmemory]

Farm machinery. [ Pause. ] Is there a reason you can't just turn the farm machinery off?

I'm not sure it's safe for me either. I can't swim. But I don't really expect a giant turtle to capsize either.

[foredoes]

They're designed to not do that. Everything farming got automated when humans had to retreat underground. A few centuries alone ended up in the wiring getting crossed on some of them. Most of them are okay and we need them for food, but a lot of the time they mistake the city for wheat. [:'|]

Apparently it dives. At least, that's what the mun says. I'm not exactly sure how trustworthy these people are.

[persistenceofmemory]

[ wow, what. ] ...I feel like I've read this before. Man versus Agriculture. A Brave New Harvest.

[ Blink. Welpface. ] So I'll die. That sounds great.

[falsifies]

The unfortunate reality of deterioration is that it just keeps on going.

[persistenceofmemory]

I figured. Hence the lack of anti-psychotics being a concern.

[ Spoken frank, and mostly blank, as if just a matter of fact. ] The good thing being once I get sent back, I'll be the same as I left off. Once I reach brain dead, I guess that'll be... relieving?

[falsifies]

Do they slow it down? [Maybe she should look into that.]

You'll probably be too insane by that point to remember what relief is, honestly.

[persistenceofmemory]

No. They just make me more lucid.

[ A slow, shaken kind of exhale. ] And by the time I'm a vegetable I won't remember the insanity to be traumatized by it.

[falsifies]

I could see how wanting to stay lucid is probably pretty important, especially if you're going to be forced to play nice with people.

[A grin.] Sounds like a great way to end a life.

[persistenceofmemory]

It's not that much of a concern. [ The few people he knows now already know about his condition and aren't surprised when he has his episodes. ] I just still have things to do.

[ A short laugh that's really more sick than humored. ] Having your brain rot in your skull? Too bad it doesn't really end it. [ Maybe he'll tell Meredith to just give him a lethal injection after they finish the fight. If they finish it. ]

[falsifies]

You must not have been among mainstream society all that often without the meds. Crazy people? They don't do well when a bunch of other people get to thinking that they need to be stopped. [She shrugs.] It's a crowd mentality.

[She should be apologetic, maybe a little more sorry, but she doesn't think pity is going to really do him any good.] It will, eventually. One way or another.

[persistenceofmemory]

No. Not until the last month. [ A shrug. ] I only know three people. [ He doesn't count anyone at the facility. He didn't know them. Not really. ]

[ It won't. Nothing will do him any good aside for finishing what he's set out to do. It's all that's left, really. ] I wouldn't really know. Medical science wasn't my field and I've never been in a hospital. [ He knows the term 'life support', knows the theory, but has never seen someone actually held together by it. ] I've never seen a sick person.

[falsifies]

[She looks surprised at that.] Someone keeping you locked up? [Makes sense to her, at least.]

It's nothing to brag about. Seeing a sick person. [The bite that was in her voice before is gone, left only by a certain sadness that creeps into her face as well. She watched her mom get sick and die. It hasn't left her with pleasant feelings.] I guess you could look into a mirror. You're a little pale.

[persistenceofmemory]

I was born in an isolated, controlled facility. [ Spoken plainly, with no real emotion one way or the other. ]

[ His mouth opens to answer something about that, when he halts, shifting to a concerned expression much more pronounced than before and hands go to his cheeks, trying to pinch color into them. When he speaks, his voice is hitched up higher, almost feminine. ] Am I? Christ, and I don't have any concealer or foundation on today, I probably look half dead. Maybe I should go tanning...

[falsifies]

That's disgusting. [Said with a lot of emotion.]

What... [Whoa, dude. You just totally flipped on her. She kind of stares openly, not even bothering to conceal her confusion.] They have tanning beds in this facility of yours?

[persistenceofmemory]

[ Lips purse and she gets a cocked eyebrow for a moment. ] Of course, what kind of city doesn't have-- [ Oh. Hold on. Just going to blink for a moment, then... take the hands at his cheeks and just rub them over his face, letting out a tired sigh. ]

Um. No. There's not. Sorry. [ And he'll just clear his throat and furrow his brow for a moment, as if trying to remember what place he was at and what was being discussed. ]

It... [ He's thinking for a moment. The facility. It still feels like the entire world to him. When he thinks of comfort, he still thinks of his room, of the gardens, of the art rooms. Of the doctors that spoke in calming, encouraging words while feeding him anti-psychotics. It's hard to call disgusting. ] It didn't seem that way. Not at first.

[notadamnfurball]

[A large, catlike creature approaches and sits before the stranger, curling its long tail around itself. It removes a spiral notepad and pen from the pocket of the jacket it's wearing and begins to write. When finished it holds the note up for the stranger to see.]

If you need those anti-psychotics and don't want radiation poisoning, I don't think it sounds nice at all.