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apocalypsehowcomm2022-07-19 04:29 pm
aelwyn_aberration) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-07-19 04:29 pm
[NETWORK - VIDEO] CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS
Who: Aelwyn Abernant
Username: Aberration
Warnings: Depression, teenage angst, drunken rambling, general jamjar grief, teenage drinking.
[The image that flickers open is very recognizably Aelwyn, her hair slightly more unkempt than usual, her eyes more heated with something that flickers between rage and sadness. She had a...bad experience with the playmate, to say the least, even if she didn't fall for them in the way that others clearly did. That, combined with the date, is hitting Aelwyn harder than usual.
Raising a bottle of wine into frame, which is now more recognizably the common room of Bonnie's flophouse, Aelwyn smiles, bitter and thin, just like her.]
So, in case you were all wondering, if a little girl or your long lost sibling or father or child or dog or whatever the fuck - speaks to you through a mirror, it's a trap! As always, it's a trap! Now, I hear what you're saying - "But Aelwyn, I really think it's real this time! My compulsions tell me so!"
And to that I say it is a miracle you haven't been eaten by something horrible yet. It's the same trick every single time, I swear.
[She laughs, drinking straight from the bottle, then places it down on the table with a thunk. Her smile disappears and for a moment she just looks tired.]
Sorry, that was mean, and I'm doing a redemption arc, right. It isn't a miracle, it's probably some meticulously crafted scheme keeping us all alive in this shithole of a town. [She grimaces, wiping her hair away from her face with a hum.] Then again, who says we are being kept alive. All the people missing - a lot of people for the record - may just be dead.
What do you think, co-workers? It's been a year, nearly, since I arrived and still nothing's changed except the faces. Think they're all dead? Back home? Trapped in a perpetual nightmare? Or does the ADI just slit their throats and bury them in their basement with the other monsters they're hiding from us? If I had full access to the full extent of my magic, I could actually potentially find out, too. But I don't, because magic - my whole life, by the way - is wrong. Would love to hear your thoughts regardless!
[She blows a kiss to the camera before signing off. She will regret this significantly.]
Username: Aberration
Warnings: Depression, teenage angst, drunken rambling, general jamjar grief, teenage drinking.
[The image that flickers open is very recognizably Aelwyn, her hair slightly more unkempt than usual, her eyes more heated with something that flickers between rage and sadness. She had a...bad experience with the playmate, to say the least, even if she didn't fall for them in the way that others clearly did. That, combined with the date, is hitting Aelwyn harder than usual.
Raising a bottle of wine into frame, which is now more recognizably the common room of Bonnie's flophouse, Aelwyn smiles, bitter and thin, just like her.]
So, in case you were all wondering, if a little girl or your long lost sibling or father or child or dog or whatever the fuck - speaks to you through a mirror, it's a trap! As always, it's a trap! Now, I hear what you're saying - "But Aelwyn, I really think it's real this time! My compulsions tell me so!"
And to that I say it is a miracle you haven't been eaten by something horrible yet. It's the same trick every single time, I swear.
[She laughs, drinking straight from the bottle, then places it down on the table with a thunk. Her smile disappears and for a moment she just looks tired.]
Sorry, that was mean, and I'm doing a redemption arc, right. It isn't a miracle, it's probably some meticulously crafted scheme keeping us all alive in this shithole of a town. [She grimaces, wiping her hair away from her face with a hum.] Then again, who says we are being kept alive. All the people missing - a lot of people for the record - may just be dead.
What do you think, co-workers? It's been a year, nearly, since I arrived and still nothing's changed except the faces. Think they're all dead? Back home? Trapped in a perpetual nightmare? Or does the ADI just slit their throats and bury them in their basement with the other monsters they're hiding from us? If I had full access to the full extent of my magic, I could actually potentially find out, too. But I don't, because magic - my whole life, by the way - is wrong. Would love to hear your thoughts regardless!
[She blows a kiss to the camera before signing off. She will regret this significantly.]
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[She grins and takes another sip as she reads Misty's message.]
I wouldn't plan something on the network. Even if I did trust the ADI, FYRE's had access to us for months.
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Do you want to meet up? Where are you hanging out right now?
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[She's not sure she wants to see Misty drunk. She's not sure anyone would. She decides to not offer her a drink.]
Feel free to come visit.
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I'm on my way!
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Maybe only she does that. Maybe only she actively feeds her patron.
When Misty arrives, Aelwyn is staring at the wine in her glass like it has some hidden secret to it. Like, perhaps, where all their missing co-workers went. Co-workers. Not friends. Aelwyn doesn't do friends.
And half of them were ungrateful little fuckers (like Keith, Angelo) or near-strangers (the list is too damn long to name). She shouldn't care. She does anyway.]
Welcome to my parlor, Quigley. [Her eyes don't leave her cup.]
How do you like the place?
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[Misty says, looking around the room with interest. She'll pick up and examine any knick-knacks that are in sight, without shame and definitely without asking permission.]
It sure is a flophouse! But, seriously, Aelwyn--
[She moves to sit across from her.]
You have got to be more careful. Even if you don't have any plans to do anything right now, you don't want to look suspicious, in case you come up with some in the future!
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Of course I have plans. [The idea that she doesn't actually have plans is a bit baffling to her. She was, as the kids say, lying. She goes back to looking at the wine boredly.]
I'm just not inclined to care at the moment, I guess. [It's a familiar type of apathy.] Plus, I've been pretty outspoken as a critic of their no magic rule. If anything, I'm just curious if they consider it enough of a priority to consider bending that rule.
[She knows they won't. And really she's just trying to justify her drunken ramblings as all part of her master plan so Misty won't bug her about it. She's even acting pretty sober at the moment. Again, a skill she got pretty good at from surviving her upbringing.]
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[She sighs, pulling her feet up to sit cross-legged - and turning her attention away from the room at large, and back towards Aelwyn.]
So who left? Someone you were close with? Someone from home?
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[She looks up at Misty, a slightly critical look in her eye.]
Do you care?
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[Misty makes a big, purposeful show of raising an eyebrow.]
Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?
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[Even beyond that, there's a hint of irritation at Misty's priority being Aelwyn as a tool over Aelwyn as a person, asking after her friends as an afterthought. It's not a new feeling for her.
She's only worth something if she's useful.]
What's there to even care about in this world?
[Mercy Graves, is the answer of course.]
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[And since rooting around in other people's pain is the only method she recognizes when it comes to getting to know someone, well. Here she is.]
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It's like staring at a bad ending.
She can't even muster up the cruelty to laugh.]
...Yeah, well. [She sighs.] Doesn't mean much in the end.
[She'd still throw Misty under the bus, and fully expects Misty to do the same to her.]
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-- well. None of this is supposed to be permanent. But it is what's in front of her right now.]
You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to?
[She says it like a question, because she would really prefer that Aelwyn have to bear her soul, but she isn't sure how to make that happen.]
But I'd like to hear the rest of your plans. You know that I can be discreet.
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Still, a small spiteful part of her wants to keep her heart locked behind even more walls that there were before. She's a bit sick of being prodded at and studied.]
Thanks. [She brushes her hair out of her face and looks at Misty oddly.]
I don't, really. Or well, I suppose you can when you want to be, but I haven't got any reason to believe you'll side with me in the end. You could just as easily sell me out after I spill my grand master plan. [What fucking master plan. She has plans, of course, but then all the pieces involved disappear into the void and she has to restart. The game changes every five minutes and at some point she has to wonder if it's worth it.]
More importantly, you've got no reason to trust me.