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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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At the least, it's enough for him to motion her to follow, as he steps into the lab and drops the kindling in a pile by the table. The lab equipment on hand is obviously rather makeshift and jury-rigged, but it's just as obviously seen a lot of use lately.
"neil hasn't really said much about where he comes from to me. we, uh, we didn't talk much before. at least you don't have to work, here. not if you don't want to." And maybe sometimes even if she does want to, because wanting to work on science got them a giant dragon in the garden.
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It's a little gross on some level that his eyesockets can widen, but you know what, she's seen worse. She chuckles a little to herself as he compliments Neil. Yeah, he's pretty smart. For a dumbass.
She follows curiously back from whence she came, taking another god look at the lab. It's super macgyver bullshit, but it's workable, and that's what matters. She clicks her tongue a little. "I prefer not to have idle hands..." not that she's really all that ready to admit that she's stuck here.
Something strikes her as curious, pinging the little instinct in her head she's developed for being able to delve further into people's motivations and thoughts. "What do you two talk about, then?"
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Still. Things are looking up, and the thing that is looking up is currently poking around the lab like she doesn't actively hate everything she sees. "if you're smart like neil is, maybe you can help us. but after we fix him, there's a lot of fun stuff to do here without science. you can borrow my kite." He adds this in a tone of one making a grand concession. But it is a pretty nice kite, for a first attempt.
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"Ah.... could we perhaps pick that sentence apart a little bit?" She might need to take notes for this. "There are... two of you. And one of you got turned into a giant monster?"
This is even weirder than she first suspected.
At least the lab is recognizable. There are makeshift bunsen burners, some crucibles and beakers and jars of chemicals. Nothing too fancy, but, there are even some very haphazard electronics set up. A basic processor, and the crude beginnings of an eeg helmet, like she uses every day at her job. She leans over one, testing the connections and admiring the work. It's not perfect, but it's definitely not bad. Some points, Neil.
She turns to smile at the skeleton boy again. "I don't remember the last time I flew a kite... that would be nice, I think. Thank you."
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The lab was significantly less recognizable before Sans permitted Neil to set up shop there as well. He's done good work, and they made a good team, even if part of what they made a good team towards was Sans getting turned into a giant monster.
He smiles happily back at her. "you're welcome! you were lucky - i never even knew what a kite was until we read about it in a book."