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photonicfighter) wrote2011-12-19 12:28 am
photonicfighter) wrote2011-12-19 12:28 am
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Chapter 9 - Don't Forget to Remember Me
[Action A - Locked to 458 Stone Street]
[Gat had just watched the announcement, and Dakki had been standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, listening in. Wasn't that just a dream? A dream was just a dream, not... not real.
And she felt real. Perfectly real. What sort of koltova crap was this? She wrinkled her nose and looked back at Gat.]
You don't believe that, do you? That's... that's silly! I'm still here.
[Oh. Oh, Dakki.]
[Action B - Around Town]
[Dakki's spirit hadn't been entirely broken yet. Sure, she was getting horrible looks from everyone, but she could handle that. Totally could. She could take anything, she was strong, damn it. So she'd go about her normal business, doing the shopping and picking up some things for the house, like more yarn and blankets, and stopping in to maybe check on friends.
She might be feeling much less optimistic and later, depending on how well those friends react to her.]
[Phone, evening]
...everyone dreamed, didn't they?
How... true do you think it all was? What we dreamed? How... how much truth was there in it? None, right? It was just... to trick us, wasn't it?
[Her tone is pleading enough that the unvoiced "please say yes, please say yes" is easy to detect.]
[Gat had just watched the announcement, and Dakki had been standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, listening in. Wasn't that just a dream? A dream was just a dream, not... not real.
And she felt real. Perfectly real. What sort of koltova crap was this? She wrinkled her nose and looked back at Gat.]
You don't believe that, do you? That's... that's silly! I'm still here.
[Oh. Oh, Dakki.]
[Action B - Around Town]
[Dakki's spirit hadn't been entirely broken yet. Sure, she was getting horrible looks from everyone, but she could handle that. Totally could. She could take anything, she was strong, damn it. So she'd go about her normal business, doing the shopping and picking up some things for the house, like more yarn and blankets, and stopping in to maybe check on friends.
She might be feeling much less optimistic and later, depending on how well those friends react to her.]
[Phone, evening]
...everyone dreamed, didn't they?
How... true do you think it all was? What we dreamed? How... how much truth was there in it? None, right? It was just... to trick us, wasn't it?
[Her tone is pleading enough that the unvoiced "please say yes, please say yes" is easy to detect.]