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reverielogs2018-06-11 11:47 am
resleeves) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-11 11:47 am
make a wish and i'll count to three [ota]
» WHO? kovacs + you
» WHEN? mid june
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? backpack discovery, drinking, nostalgia, introspection
» WARNINGS? language, for sure. anything else, i'll update.
[ hello unicorn.
it's the first thing that kovacs sees when he walks into the mess hall to get something to drink. hello unicorn emblazoned on a pink, dirty backpack. for a second, kovacs is taken right back to bay city, right back to that shitty dealer and his need to buy the whole fucking stash of drugs.
he can feel the harsh lights of the various establishments and smell the stench of booze and blood and death. for a second, kovacs just stares at the backpack, thinking it some kind of trick. when he realizes what the fuck he's doing, he steps closer and grabs the backpack.
it's light which means it's empty but it's still his and he doesn't waste any goddamn time in hefting it on one shoulder and then sitting down to eat.
hello unicorn. ]
[ he's still wearing the backpack. in fact, he hasn't really taken it off since it showed up and he doesn't plan on it either. it doesn't matter that the fucker's empty, it matters that it's hit, it's from bay city and that's enough for a signal for him to tell him that he'll get back there one day.
but, today is not that day so today, he's drinking. while he drinks, he settles the backpack on the bar and goes through it again. there's still nothing but he wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.
and then he decides to slide a bottle inside of the backpack and zip it up.
now, it's not empty. ]
[ that stupid fucking backpack's made him think of quell. he doesn't know why since she'd never seen it before, not even when she decided to pop up and fuck him up even more. but, he's desperate enough that he doesn't even mind when she appears to him and only him.
he misses her. that's the bottom line. he misses quell but it's a fucking stupid thing to be experiencing because she's dead and she's not coming back. not this time. her stack's probably in little pieces over harlan's world.
why hadn't he stopped to try and find it?
waste of time. ]
Fuck you.
[ and then he punches the observation window, doing absolutely no damage to the thick glass but cracking his knuckles a bit.
good. ]
» WHEN? mid june
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? backpack discovery, drinking, nostalgia, introspection
» WARNINGS? language, for sure. anything else, i'll update.
001. mess hall
[ hello unicorn.
it's the first thing that kovacs sees when he walks into the mess hall to get something to drink. hello unicorn emblazoned on a pink, dirty backpack. for a second, kovacs is taken right back to bay city, right back to that shitty dealer and his need to buy the whole fucking stash of drugs.
he can feel the harsh lights of the various establishments and smell the stench of booze and blood and death. for a second, kovacs just stares at the backpack, thinking it some kind of trick. when he realizes what the fuck he's doing, he steps closer and grabs the backpack.
it's light which means it's empty but it's still his and he doesn't waste any goddamn time in hefting it on one shoulder and then sitting down to eat.
hello unicorn. ]
002. bar
[ he's still wearing the backpack. in fact, he hasn't really taken it off since it showed up and he doesn't plan on it either. it doesn't matter that the fucker's empty, it matters that it's hit, it's from bay city and that's enough for a signal for him to tell him that he'll get back there one day.
but, today is not that day so today, he's drinking. while he drinks, he settles the backpack on the bar and goes through it again. there's still nothing but he wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.
and then he decides to slide a bottle inside of the backpack and zip it up.
now, it's not empty. ]
003. observation area
[ that stupid fucking backpack's made him think of quell. he doesn't know why since she'd never seen it before, not even when she decided to pop up and fuck him up even more. but, he's desperate enough that he doesn't even mind when she appears to him and only him.
he misses her. that's the bottom line. he misses quell but it's a fucking stupid thing to be experiencing because she's dead and she's not coming back. not this time. her stack's probably in little pieces over harlan's world.
why hadn't he stopped to try and find it?
waste of time. ]
Fuck you.
[ and then he punches the observation window, doing absolutely no damage to the thick glass but cracking his knuckles a bit.
good. ]
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All that he's said is a lot to process, not because it's complicated but because she isn't sure if he thinks everyone here is from the same place.]
Two centuries is a long time. You look good for your age.
[Of course, he's said he was put in a body, implying that this isn't his own. Which is weird, but she really can't judge. What she can do is take a drink, which she does. A nice, long drink.]
Technology like that doesn't exist where I'm from. So maybe one day it will be simple. But it sounds incredible to me now.
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[ he made whatever sleeve he was in look good. sure, there might have been some luck involved that he didn't get stuck in something similar to dimi the twin's sleeve but even if he had been, he would have made it fucking work.
and probably throw himself in front of cars to try and hasten his journey out of that meathead's body. ]
Thanks.
[ for the drink. for the compliment. ]
Try not to fall in love with me. It's a death sentence.
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I already have feelings for someone. I think you'll be safe.
[Her hand pats at his arm like he needs consoling. She knows she's a prize, okay.]
Safe enough to explain to me how switching bodies works where you're from.
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[ shattered into a million pieces. ]
Okay, I'm fine now.
[ all healed. it was a miracle! ]
As for how it works --
[ he thinks about tapping the spot where the cortical stack is located but stops himself at the last minute. she doesn't look like the type that would take advantage but better safe than sorry. ]
Magic.
[ he wiggles his fingers at her before picking up the drink she'd poured him. ]
Cortical stacks. Everyone gets one and your consciousness is downloaded onto it. The sleeve dies, you take the stack out and sit it in a new body. Done.
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[The term isn't familiar to her, but she commits it to memory anyway. The thought of having one and having her consciousness downloaded to anything is absolutely terrifying, but she figures it's only because it's something out of a bad horror movie where she's from.]
Doesn't that make life less... [She pauses as she tries to think of the right word.] Challenging?
[As much as she hates to think of the whole YOLO trend that was around for way too long, it starts to take on actual meaning when faced with the possibility of limitless time, as long as you could transfer yourself into new bodies.]
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[ nothing about the world he'd come from had been simple. easy. nothing. while being able to come back from the dead to fuck up the same shitty people who'd killed you in the first place was nice, it didn't make life peaches and cream. ]
Death still fucking hurts.
[ a lot. ]
And you never know what kind of sleeve you're going to get. Not to mention if your stack's destroyed, it's light out forever.
[ so immortality wasn't a thing. yet. ]
Not to mention a lot of other extraordinarily fun quirks that can be achieved because of the stack.