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castle_perrault2016-04-14 03:51 pm
momentbymoment) wrote in castle_perrault2016-04-14 03:51 pm
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Arrival; And through timeless words in priceless pictures...
Visiting places she's never been, walking into realities that aren't truly real, these are things Eva is used to. Maybe too used to, if the veteran agents are to be believed, but usually she enters them of her own volition. On purpose, and with the memory that she has done so.
She's altered so many people's memories over the years, with their consent and for their own happiness. Never before has she felt her own mind so tampered with.
At first, she was certain she was dreaming. Why not? A castle with a room full of candy, and seemingly endless corridors? That's the stuff of sleep and dreams. Not usually of her's, but these things aren't always predictable.
But when the dream doesn't end, no matter how she wanders or what she does, she starts to get suspicious. Everything around her is so solid, and time seems to flow fairly normally. So if she isn't dreaming... then what? Someone's memory is the most likely culprit, but she has no memory herself of a client. Did something go wrong? ... Again? After that incident with Johnny she thought she more than had her share of drama for at least a few months.
She's just starting to wonder if she should panic when she passes the lab. Like a moth to flame she's drawn in. It's more well-equipped than she expected and... feels oddly familiar. The set up of the hood, the type of tools and equipment, even the smell of it. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as the feeling of de ja vu only grows.
Then, behind her, a meow. The first indication of a living thing. She'd rather it be human, but as she turns to look at the creature, a tidal wave of emotions hits her hard. Of all the cats in the world...
She crouches down and holds out her hand for it, smiling in a tired sort of way as it moves to bump its face against her. "Now you were not what I was expecting." It meows again.
"Not a bad job, considering..." Not that she'd admit that aloud if Neil was in earshot. She can tell it's a data projection, of course. If it was a real cat she could write it off as a coincidence. Unfortunately, it isn't, and that means Neil is here, too, for better or worse.
That doesn't answer any of her questions. "Do you know where Neil is?" She asks the cat as she picks it up. It's the only company she has, and it's coming with her. She continues her investigation of the lab and the castle itself with a datacat purring in her arms.
She's altered so many people's memories over the years, with their consent and for their own happiness. Never before has she felt her own mind so tampered with.
At first, she was certain she was dreaming. Why not? A castle with a room full of candy, and seemingly endless corridors? That's the stuff of sleep and dreams. Not usually of her's, but these things aren't always predictable.
But when the dream doesn't end, no matter how she wanders or what she does, she starts to get suspicious. Everything around her is so solid, and time seems to flow fairly normally. So if she isn't dreaming... then what? Someone's memory is the most likely culprit, but she has no memory herself of a client. Did something go wrong? ... Again? After that incident with Johnny she thought she more than had her share of drama for at least a few months.
She's just starting to wonder if she should panic when she passes the lab. Like a moth to flame she's drawn in. It's more well-equipped than she expected and... feels oddly familiar. The set up of the hood, the type of tools and equipment, even the smell of it. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as the feeling of de ja vu only grows.
Then, behind her, a meow. The first indication of a living thing. She'd rather it be human, but as she turns to look at the creature, a tidal wave of emotions hits her hard. Of all the cats in the world...
She crouches down and holds out her hand for it, smiling in a tired sort of way as it moves to bump its face against her. "Now you were not what I was expecting." It meows again.
"Not a bad job, considering..." Not that she'd admit that aloud if Neil was in earshot. She can tell it's a data projection, of course. If it was a real cat she could write it off as a coincidence. Unfortunately, it isn't, and that means Neil is here, too, for better or worse.
That doesn't answer any of her questions. "Do you know where Neil is?" She asks the cat as she picks it up. It's the only company she has, and it's coming with her. She continues her investigation of the lab and the castle itself with a datacat purring in her arms.
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He runs through the last few moves, ending with both options. ...Mm, he'll go with the splits this time.
About to write down his decision on a sheet of paper resting on a side table, he notices for the first time that he has an audience--and what a stunning audience it is, too.
"Why, hello there, darling!" he greets her with a brilliant smile. "Enjoying the show?"
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Well, he isn't upset, so she's glad for that. Even with her worry about Neil, she's too intrigued by this robot to pass up an opportunity to learn more.
So she smiles, and does clap a few times. "Hello. Actually yes, I was extremely impressed." A robot with personality, too. Charming.
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"Aren't you sweet?" he says. "I promise it will be even more impressive once I've finished my routine."
He saunters over to his audience and holds out a hand. "I'm Mettaton, darling--pop idol and movie star extraordinaire. It's such a pleasure to meet someone so discerning."
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Ah, well, that introduction certainly does it, then. Fascinated, Eva takes the offered hand to shake it. "It's a pleasure to meet such an impressive robot. I admit you're not at all what I was expecting to meet here. Is there media to be made in this castle?"
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A little shrug. "Still, one does what one must, of course. And I shouldn't complain to you when I haven't even asked you your name yet!" And back comes his smile. "What might that be, beautiful?"