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snowblindrpg2015-10-04 10:58 pm
figureitout) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-10-04 10:58 pm
[network] @Chillinski; snowhell goes orphan black; afternoon 42; video [open]
-- if it's not actually what we think, like, it's this place that's real and us who aren't?
[The video starts abruptly, like the one recording is too hasty, too anxious to wait for the camera to start working before he's already talking; and so the first sentence is cut off in the beginning. The video shows Stiles, sitting on the floor of what seems to be a basement, leaning against a door. Very little else is seen; the video focuses on his face.
It's nothing out of the ordinary that he's speaking with his hands flailing through the air, making gestures -- but his face looks drawn, tired, like something more than his usual anxiety mixed with his babbling.]
Just, consider this, okay? Everything we know so far indicates that this place is, you know, real, at least in the sense that the possessed people knew about galaxies that exist in the real world, and historical events that have actually happened. So what if we're the ones who don't match? What if we think we're real but aren't? [A pause as he coughs, turns to look over his shoulder at-- the door? before continuing.]
I mean, obviously we're real in the sense we're alive, but what if we're not who we think? We could be clones of the real us, and the real us are back home, that's why nobody back home has realized we've even left or anything, because we haven't. And that's why we're so easily revived when we die, because they just make a new clone and implant the same memories as the previous clone had!
[He speaks all of this in quick succession, like a revelation, like he's completely convinced this could be the actual truth. His eyes carry a strange look.]
I guess it's impossible to confirm, but, I just-- [He waves his hand to indicate thought to share the theory, and the movement hits the tablet that clatters down from where Stiles had it propped against his knee; for a few, blurry moments, it shows a door, beaten and battered, with dents and scorch marks, like someone has tried really hard to get it to open. On top of all that, there is a spiral drawn on the door in red marker.
Those who have been to the chapel might recognize it to be the morgue, the door to be one of those that hold inside the bodies of those who may have died here. (This particular door holds inside the body of one Malia Tate, Stiles's girlfriend. Suffice to say he's not taking her loss very well.)
A hand comes to view, and the tablet is turned upright again. Stiles peers down, scratching his chin with the hand that isn't holding the recorder.]
Oops, sorry. But, um, anyway-- that's it, I guess. Clones. Discuss.
[Beep. The video goes black.]
[The video starts abruptly, like the one recording is too hasty, too anxious to wait for the camera to start working before he's already talking; and so the first sentence is cut off in the beginning. The video shows Stiles, sitting on the floor of what seems to be a basement, leaning against a door. Very little else is seen; the video focuses on his face.
It's nothing out of the ordinary that he's speaking with his hands flailing through the air, making gestures -- but his face looks drawn, tired, like something more than his usual anxiety mixed with his babbling.]
Just, consider this, okay? Everything we know so far indicates that this place is, you know, real, at least in the sense that the possessed people knew about galaxies that exist in the real world, and historical events that have actually happened. So what if we're the ones who don't match? What if we think we're real but aren't? [A pause as he coughs, turns to look over his shoulder at-- the door? before continuing.]
I mean, obviously we're real in the sense we're alive, but what if we're not who we think? We could be clones of the real us, and the real us are back home, that's why nobody back home has realized we've even left or anything, because we haven't. And that's why we're so easily revived when we die, because they just make a new clone and implant the same memories as the previous clone had!
[He speaks all of this in quick succession, like a revelation, like he's completely convinced this could be the actual truth. His eyes carry a strange look.]
I guess it's impossible to confirm, but, I just-- [He waves his hand to indicate thought to share the theory, and the movement hits the tablet that clatters down from where Stiles had it propped against his knee; for a few, blurry moments, it shows a door, beaten and battered, with dents and scorch marks, like someone has tried really hard to get it to open. On top of all that, there is a spiral drawn on the door in red marker.
Those who have been to the chapel might recognize it to be the morgue, the door to be one of those that hold inside the bodies of those who may have died here. (This particular door holds inside the body of one Malia Tate, Stiles's girlfriend. Suffice to say he's not taking her loss very well.)
A hand comes to view, and the tablet is turned upright again. Stiles peers down, scratching his chin with the hand that isn't holding the recorder.]
Oops, sorry. But, um, anyway-- that's it, I guess. Clones. Discuss.
[Beep. The video goes black.]
@dorianpavus; audio
Even if I am a copy of some person from Thedas and not the original Dorian, what difference does it make? My memories and emotions are what they were yesterday or they aren't. Ellana remembers the same world and events I do. We remember why we're friends. If we're both some sort of simulacra, trained to think of ourselves as Dorian and Ellana, it doesn't make my friendship with her any less real.
[Growing up with beings trying to tempt him into illusions so they can take over his body has left Dorian with some issues with solipsistic thinking.]
And even if I am some sort of fake person, I'd rather not spend any more time in this place than necessary. So, even if I am a copy of a real person, I might as well be the original for all that I can prove or that it affects my goals, emotions, and/or reasoning.
What would you do differently if you thought you were a clone?
[Dorian is a little worried about the answer to that.]
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[Ugh, this is making his head hurt. Or maybe it was hurting already.]
Look, man, I know being a clone doesn't mean you're any less real, or any less a person, I mean, it's still you. Us. Something, anyway, and if we think and feel then we're-- as good as real, except we're not, that's the whole point of clones.
[He sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up even more, its disarray the kind that only comes from repeating the same action multiple times.] I... well, for starters, I would worry less about what the hell is going back home. If I'm there, or the real me is there, then it's alright. And I'd still try to figure out what's happening here, but... I don't know, maybe I feel like that because we're here to do that. To fix whatever's wrong, the monsters, everything; they don't have enough people here to do it, they clone people from different worlds to do it for them. If it's a purpose ingrained in me upon cloning, how can I tell it's what I want?
[... yeah, definitely making his head hurt.]
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He thinks for a moment before responding.]
There's an entity in my world that has survived for centuries by jumping into different bodies. What made Corypheus? I doubt he truly remembers the man he was before he entered the Fade nearly a thousand years ago. We can't even guess how long it's been since his original body perished. But he's the same person with the same goals and desires. He alters the bodies he inhabits but even if he didn't, he is no less Corypheus.
Even if I am in a different body, I still have my memories and emotional attachments and goals. Even if I am a copy, I don't think that makes me more expendable. Not having my magic might but simply being a copy of some other Dorian wouldn't make me less valuable. The universe could always use more copies of me.
I want to figure out the monsters for the same reason I want to understand how the Fade works. It's in keeping with my motivations before coming here. Do you have any reason to doubt that your purposes aren't simply part of who you are? It seems like it'd be easier to pick people who are already inclined to do what they want.
Oh and, what makes cloning more likely than time magic?
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You mean, if someone dies here and they never come back, they'll still be at home? It's... it's a copy that was lost?
[ She doesn't know how she feels about that. Cullen was here, he was real. But now he's gone and she would feel so reassured if she knew this really isn't the end. That's he's safe at home, waiting for her. ]
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[His response is quick, sharp. Sounds vaguely like he's wanting to be convinced of the truth of this as much as she is.]
Yeah, exactly. If someone dies here, whoever's dead, they're not-- not the real them. The real them's still back home, living.
[It's all he has to hold on to, now. If the Malia lying in the cubicle now is a copy, if they're both copies... it didn't make her any less real, or her death any less of a tragedy. But at least it means she's not lost.]
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[It's something he's thought of, too, as soon as he came up with the whole "clones" idea -- if they're truly not themselves, if the "real" them are still back in their home... then what? Do they simply disappear when they get out of here? Or will they get out and have to find a place to stay? Somewhere where clones can exist?
Yeah, he's at a loss here.]
But even if that's true, does it make any difference? I'm not gonna be stuck here, even if it means I disappear the second I set foot outside of this place.
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@sans; text
[Not that Sans was going to dismiss the possibility of what he said, because frankly their situation made absolutely no sense and anything was plausible, but Sans had... other ideas, about what was going on.]
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[Okay, so maybe the sarcasm switch isn't completely off -- with him, it never is. But at least his tone is more acidic than it is anything else, as off as the rest of his recording had been.]
So, you have a better theory?
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also 'better' is kind of a subjective word ain't it? 'different' is probably more accurate.
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@Mnemosyne ; audio
What reason do you have to suspect that you are anything but the real you? Are you capable of communicating with - [a small pause there, as he considers the phrasing] the place that you were taken from, so that you know that you are not missed?
[This right here? This is not the post-apocalypse he'd expected to wake up into, thank you very much.]
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But at least Stiles has some sort of answer to give.]
Yeah, sort of. I mean, I-- there was someone else from home. She didn't notice I'd been gone for over a month. [That much he can say for sure.]
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I suppose it isn't - [Wait. Wait. Something distinctly more urgent than existential conundrums catches his attention.]
Why the spiral?
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> Video;
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private video - @claytonator
How 'bout we talk about where you are right now, Stiles?
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Maybe in a better state of mind, he'd be better at deflecting; like this, he just sounds tired.]
Why? You obviously know where I am. [Maybe reminding Clayton he died near here isn't the nicest thing to do, but he's not feeling particularly nice right now.]
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True 'nough. You wanna tell me how long you've been sittin' there under that drawer?
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@totheark; text
who are y o u ?
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[Makes sense? Yes? No?]
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matter?
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@AK | text
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We would just be people who happen to look like them and have the same memories up to a certain point.
It's just that after that point, we'd have different experiences and process them differently. I would be my own person, not just a copy of the original.
I don't know. I never really did like clone plots in movies.
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@LELRIC; audio
I'm not a copy! I'm not a clone or a fake or... I'm Alphonse Elric, I know I am. I have all my memories, I know who I was before I was here, that can't all be a lie.
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[Yeah. He doesn't really want to keep arguing something that upsets Al, but at the same time -- the argument isn't enough, isn't sufficient to prove they're really real.
But then, he's not sure what would be.]
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[He doesn't mention how hard it would be to clone him given his physical body is nowhere to be found, but there's always that as a deciding factor too.]
It's impossible! You can't believe that!
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