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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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Being an Avatar isn't... it's not like a mindset you can just work your way out of. It's a line you cross where you become something not quite human. He could have found a balance, certainly, but he wouldn't have ever been the same. But... [She sighs.] To be honest, I don't think he would have lasted.
...He was a lot happier as an Avatar than he ever was when he was a human. Confident, intelligent, secure. For the first time since he was here, he was neither lonely nor scared.
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I don't blame him. I blame ADI. But you wouldn't have been able to save him either., because you didn't understand what he was going through. [It's a cruel thing to say.
She says it anyway.]
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I don't think it's too late for him either, for the record. When we find him again, he might be different, but... well. We'll figure something out. Even if I have to rip this reality open, I'll figure it out.
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[Rip reality open. Find Jeff. Either or both.]
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[Or make one.]
I'd be a pretty shit wizard if I couldn't.
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[Or maybe she's just been here too long.]
But I'm not planning to be consumed by the flame, at least.
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[That's her problem.]