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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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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.