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mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 10:40 am
ceasetoexist) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 10:40 am
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65 - Action/Phone
[Action – 502 Ricardo Street]
[If you’re passing by 502 Ricardo Street, feel free to notice that there is a giant, capsule shaped device of some sort on the front lawn of 502. It seems like it’s a container of some sort, a door in front of it swung open wide, allowing anyone to peer into a space not much bigger than a small closet. The device, itself, gives off a sense of unease, as if you could be trapped in there forever if you even set foot in it and closed the door.
There’s also the fact that Pokey has managed to restrain the PorkyBot he got as a regain a couple of weeks back and is proceeding to try and paint it a shade of blue to match his own. The process is not going well.]
I just told you to hold still and this’ll go quicker.
I don’t wanna! I look awesome just how I am!
Yeah, but you don’t look like me!
This is stupid! It’s not even the right shade of blue!
Yeah…I couldn’t find it at the hardware store. Now shut up and stay still.
[Action – Bodine Fashion]
[Here’s a new sight. If you happen to be in the clothes store today, you’ll notice two boys who look nearly identical to one another, although one seems a bit darker shade of blue and has an obnoxious, whirring red light on its head.
But the light gets covered up every now and then as Pokey puts a hat on the PorkyBot’s head, then trying one on his own.]
What do you think about this one?
Laaaaaaame. Super lame.
Okay, you’ve said that about the last three. We’ve gotta pick one of these.
But I don’t wanna wear a hat! Hats are for creepers and old people having a mid-life crisis.
That may be true but it’s that or cut the light off the top of your head. Which do you want?
….Let’s try that one.
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
[Phone]
So. There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time, and I want to see what other people think of it.
For those of you who haven’t been here too long, about two Halloweens ago a bunch of us got a pamphlet talking about the operation of a virtual reality device. The conclusion I’ve always come to, and I think most did, is that the manual is referring to whatever is running Mayfield. However, I think I may have come to a different conclusion than others. Most people probably think we’re stuck in the virtual reality created by it.
I think we might be part of the virtual reality, especially after hearing what happened at the end of the last load of bullcrap when they were performing atrocities against God on people. You guys were told to destroy part of the town to distract her, right? Well, what if that was because she could only focus on repairing the damage to the town, and not whatever the surgeries were doing to revive people? She had to choose one or the other.
Alright I know that sounds obvious but what I mean is: what if the….let’s call it “the repair function” is set to be the same for us and the structures in the town. And we can assume the structures in the town are part of the virtual reality system, instead of being trapped in the virtual reality system. And there’s been several instances where they’ve given us an indication that we function as a power source for the town, in some weird way. They gave us one, sort of, last March, and they gave us one during Christmas. This last load could show that whatever energy we produce isn’t done individually, but somehow split between us as a whole, since some of us needed to be hurt in order for others to revive. It’s like a balancing act.
I’m just saying it seems odd to me that that would be the case if we were entities separate from the virtual reality construct. This is just a theory, and a quick one and I could give more evidence for my supposition, but I’m going to stop now. I want to know what others think, and what others might have to defeat the possibility of we ourselves being some form of virtual reality construct, since I know while I know a lot I don’t know everything here.
It’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while.
[If you’re passing by 502 Ricardo Street, feel free to notice that there is a giant, capsule shaped device of some sort on the front lawn of 502. It seems like it’s a container of some sort, a door in front of it swung open wide, allowing anyone to peer into a space not much bigger than a small closet. The device, itself, gives off a sense of unease, as if you could be trapped in there forever if you even set foot in it and closed the door.
There’s also the fact that Pokey has managed to restrain the PorkyBot he got as a regain a couple of weeks back and is proceeding to try and paint it a shade of blue to match his own. The process is not going well.]
I just told you to hold still and this’ll go quicker.
I don’t wanna! I look awesome just how I am!
Yeah, but you don’t look like me!
This is stupid! It’s not even the right shade of blue!
Yeah…I couldn’t find it at the hardware store. Now shut up and stay still.
[Action – Bodine Fashion]
[Here’s a new sight. If you happen to be in the clothes store today, you’ll notice two boys who look nearly identical to one another, although one seems a bit darker shade of blue and has an obnoxious, whirring red light on its head.
But the light gets covered up every now and then as Pokey puts a hat on the PorkyBot’s head, then trying one on his own.]
What do you think about this one?
Laaaaaaame. Super lame.
Okay, you’ve said that about the last three. We’ve gotta pick one of these.
But I don’t wanna wear a hat! Hats are for creepers and old people having a mid-life crisis.
That may be true but it’s that or cut the light off the top of your head. Which do you want?
….Let’s try that one.
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
[Phone]
So. There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time, and I want to see what other people think of it.
For those of you who haven’t been here too long, about two Halloweens ago a bunch of us got a pamphlet talking about the operation of a virtual reality device. The conclusion I’ve always come to, and I think most did, is that the manual is referring to whatever is running Mayfield. However, I think I may have come to a different conclusion than others. Most people probably think we’re stuck in the virtual reality created by it.
I think we might be part of the virtual reality, especially after hearing what happened at the end of the last load of bullcrap when they were performing atrocities against God on people. You guys were told to destroy part of the town to distract her, right? Well, what if that was because she could only focus on repairing the damage to the town, and not whatever the surgeries were doing to revive people? She had to choose one or the other.
Alright I know that sounds obvious but what I mean is: what if the….let’s call it “the repair function” is set to be the same for us and the structures in the town. And we can assume the structures in the town are part of the virtual reality system, instead of being trapped in the virtual reality system. And there’s been several instances where they’ve given us an indication that we function as a power source for the town, in some weird way. They gave us one, sort of, last March, and they gave us one during Christmas. This last load could show that whatever energy we produce isn’t done individually, but somehow split between us as a whole, since some of us needed to be hurt in order for others to revive. It’s like a balancing act.
I’m just saying it seems odd to me that that would be the case if we were entities separate from the virtual reality construct. This is just a theory, and a quick one and I could give more evidence for my supposition, but I’m going to stop now. I want to know what others think, and what others might have to defeat the possibility of we ourselves being some form of virtual reality construct, since I know while I know a lot I don’t know everything here.
It’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while.
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[And that is just all you need to know, Slugger.]
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[Bastard! Dumb stupid idiot jackass! His fists clench hard around the handle of the shovel. He's too angry to speak right now so he'll stand there glowering silently.]
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I what? What? What is the problem with it?
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[Finally, after glaring wordlessly, he lets the blade of the shovel hit the ground. It's starting to look as if he isn't going to proceed into the backyard anymore and, instead, is halfway to the point of just throwing down the shovel altogether.]
You really think what you do here will change what happens outside?
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I have to try. If it doesn't...if it doesn't make a change...what was the point of some of it? What if at the end we do get kicked out, and I forget everything, and I-
I can't deal with that. I can't. If I just forget everything I just-
[He wipes his eyes with his sleeve, doing a rather poor job at hiding the fact he's near crying.]
I have to try.
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I don't want to forget, either. But... I don't know. I don't know what happens or if what's outside can change.
I just--
[I don't want you to be alone. A thought occurs to him and Slugger lifts his head. He knows you'll say 'no' but he doesn't care.]
I'll go with you.
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No!
No I just....I can't let you do that.
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But I want to. We're friends...
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That's why I can't let you....
[He starts to walk off, closer to the capsule.
And closes the door, not entering it.]
...I won't go. Alright?
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Did you really just close it?
...For real?
Slugger stands there for a long moment, staring at his best friend with a stunned look of disbelief. He just can't believe you actually did it. It makes him so happy but with that happiness comes guilt. The capsule had been your way of taking responsibility for your future actions. And while he hated the thought of it, accepting responsibility in such a way was a noble and respectable decision. Yet, your friendship with him took precedence and he can't help feeling selfishly grateful, hence the guilt. The least he can do, after nearly a minute of staring in awe, is say something supportive. Leaving the shovel behind, he moves forward to place a hand on your shoulder.]
...If what happens here really does change what's out there, you don't need the capsule.
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...Man. You wanna see if there's something to do in this stupid hole?
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[He smirks, giving your arm a playful push.]
What was that thing you were talking to?
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I'm trying to get him to look more like me.
[And he pushes back, a little rougher.]
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I'll need a better look.
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