[ man. friday! temenos is in the upper sim room, now that the lower ones have been locked off. the simulation itself is off, the room completely blank, and he's just standing there in the middle of the room. hand to his chin, eyes closed, completely silent.
his thoughts are also very silent - emotions, only thoughtful, focused.
eventually, the room shifts. it's slow, but the shape of it changes, building up into what looks like a replica of the observatory lounge. it's a perfect replica - in fact, you might think you walked into the wrong room - but eventually, it starts to populate with figures. each person in the room is blue and a little wispy, marking the spots of various people from the ship. the message from the night before - OVERRIDE COMMAND INITIATING...... - reflects on the door. the figures start to move. interact, talking to each other. there are quite a few of them in this room.
all of them pause in discomfort, at some point, holding onto their chests.
temenos, hand to his chin, frowning immensely, opens his eyes. ]
he's as much avoiding crowds as anything when he comes in here - looking for a quiet place to keep smoking and hide out until the worst of it all calms down, but he'll watch the illusion shape and change. expression placid, if it weren't for the heart-racing anxiety coming off of him. ]
[ well this is the right place to be! it's very quiet.
temenos takes a long moment to notice lucien - in fact, he is completely left alone for a good few minutes, as he walks around the Mind Palace tm, examining different things. luke, first, on the ground, and then dahut. he turns, as the dahut simulation does, hand to his chin, and that's where he realizes he has company. ]
...Oh. Lucien, hello. Have you been in here long?
[ his own emotions drift out of thoughtful and focused, now, picking up with mild interest. if he realizes he's been smacked with anxiety, his expression doesn't change, which is probably good. ]
... Admittedly, not something I think I've ever shared with someone before. [ a huff of a laugh, there, but he glances out on the physical form of his own thoughts. ]
A technique of visualization, I suppose you could call it. Up to the point where we all fell unconscious... [ here, temenos moves over to stand behind the wispy blue figure of his own body on the ground. ] ... These are my own recollections of last night. I thought I might comb them over for any details I may have missed before being forced to sleep.
The rest - [ temenos looks up, across the way to the standing dahut ] - is merely inference.
[ and there's a soft laugh. ]
I've been told I've a terrible habit of getting a bit too lost in my thoughts, you see.
[ he looks at the illusions again, and then away. there's a spark of something - recognition, maybe, or a reminder of something, but he shoves it down. ]
Seems the others think the ship has something to do with it. Determined they were mistakes. Fixed it.
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w0, friday.
his thoughts are also very silent - emotions, only thoughtful, focused.
eventually, the room shifts. it's slow, but the shape of it changes, building up into what looks like a replica of the observatory lounge. it's a perfect replica - in fact, you might think you walked into the wrong room - but eventually, it starts to populate with figures. each person in the room is blue and a little wispy, marking the spots of various people from the ship. the message from the night before - OVERRIDE COMMAND INITIATING...... - reflects on the door. the figures start to move. interact, talking to each other. there are quite a few of them in this room.
all of them pause in discomfort, at some point, holding onto their chests.
temenos, hand to his chin, frowning immensely, opens his eyes. ]
...mhm.
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temenos takes a long moment to notice lucien - in fact, he is completely left alone for a good few minutes, as he walks around the Mind Palace tm, examining different things. luke, first, on the ground, and then dahut. he turns, as the dahut simulation does, hand to his chin, and that's where he realizes he has company. ]
...Oh. Lucien, hello. Have you been in here long?
[ his own emotions drift out of thoughtful and focused, now, picking up with mild interest. if he realizes he's been smacked with anxiety, his expression doesn't change, which is probably good. ]
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Long enough. What are you doing?
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... Admittedly, not something I think I've ever shared with someone before. [ a huff of a laugh, there, but he glances out on the physical form of his own thoughts. ]
A technique of visualization, I suppose you could call it. Up to the point where we all fell unconscious... [ here, temenos moves over to stand behind the wispy blue figure of his own body on the ground. ] ... These are my own recollections of last night. I thought I might comb them over for any details I may have missed before being forced to sleep.
The rest - [ temenos looks up, across the way to the standing dahut ] - is merely inference.
[ and there's a soft laugh. ]
I've been told I've a terrible habit of getting a bit too lost in my thoughts, you see.
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[ he looks at the illusions again, and then away. there's a spark of something - recognition, maybe, or a reminder of something, but he shoves it down. ]
Seems the others think the ship has something to do with it. Determined they were mistakes. Fixed it.
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[ hmm, that's an interesting theory. temenos looks thoughtful, moving around his simulation to examine it from another angle. ]
Who is positing that theory?