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revivalproject2022-05-09 12:38 am
kree_soldieress) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 12:38 am
[Open] Calibrating To Earth Life
WHO: Lauri-Ell, Open
WHERE: Calibrations Room
WHAT: Calibrations Room
WHEN: Calibrations
WARNINGS: CW: Grief about a mother Lauri never knew
Calibrations Waiting Room
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Calibrations
The space is clearly an apartment of some sort. Comfortable and comfortably appointed. Some of the walls are bare bricks, or plastered walls painted in a similar color. One portion is clearly set up as a living room, with a green love seat oriented toward a flat screen television, and with a coffee table. On that table was a pile of pizza boxes, cans of sosa, bags of chips, and a remote control. It's perfectly set up for some television binging. Wonder what's on the tube.
Lauri-Ell herself is stretched out on one side of this loveseat, slouching and with one leg draped over the arm of the loveseat, an orange tabby cat sitting in her lap and purring as she pets it. Her attention is fully on the screen, as if she expects something of it, but she hasn't reached to turn it on.
Nearby is a bookshelf, atop which are two framed pictures. One displays a blonde woman who looks a bit like Lauri-Ell, smiling radiantly in the arms of a black man. Next to that is a photo of a younger version of the same blond woman, held in the arms of an older woman. There again is the familial resemblance, and there is more to Lauri-Ell and the older woman than there is to the blonde girl, especially since Lauri-Ell clearly has the woman's hair.
The room transitions into a kitchenette with only a bit of wall to mime at separation. There's no door, just an open space that is too wide for a door, too narrow for 'open plan' living. Near the far window, looking out on the streets of New York, is a kitchen table with a few chairs. Leaning against it rests Lauri-Ell's Hammer, begging for attention. Could it possibly be safely touched in this space, even if it can't in real life?
Finally the kitchen has pantries one can look in, which are mostly empty, and a fridge covered in photos. The place is rather empty, like the apartment exists for someone to live in, but that person isn't around as much as they could be. Perhaps that's exactly what it's like. But given nothing in here is of a scale suitable for Lauri-Ell, it's no doubt that this place isn't properly hers.
WHERE: Calibrations Room
WHAT: Calibrations Room
WHEN: Calibrations
WARNINGS: CW: Grief about a mother Lauri never knew
Calibrations Waiting Room
Here
Calibrations
The space is clearly an apartment of some sort. Comfortable and comfortably appointed. Some of the walls are bare bricks, or plastered walls painted in a similar color. One portion is clearly set up as a living room, with a green love seat oriented toward a flat screen television, and with a coffee table. On that table was a pile of pizza boxes, cans of sosa, bags of chips, and a remote control. It's perfectly set up for some television binging. Wonder what's on the tube.
Lauri-Ell herself is stretched out on one side of this loveseat, slouching and with one leg draped over the arm of the loveseat, an orange tabby cat sitting in her lap and purring as she pets it. Her attention is fully on the screen, as if she expects something of it, but she hasn't reached to turn it on.
Nearby is a bookshelf, atop which are two framed pictures. One displays a blonde woman who looks a bit like Lauri-Ell, smiling radiantly in the arms of a black man. Next to that is a photo of a younger version of the same blond woman, held in the arms of an older woman. There again is the familial resemblance, and there is more to Lauri-Ell and the older woman than there is to the blonde girl, especially since Lauri-Ell clearly has the woman's hair.
The room transitions into a kitchenette with only a bit of wall to mime at separation. There's no door, just an open space that is too wide for a door, too narrow for 'open plan' living. Near the far window, looking out on the streets of New York, is a kitchen table with a few chairs. Leaning against it rests Lauri-Ell's Hammer, begging for attention. Could it possibly be safely touched in this space, even if it can't in real life?
Finally the kitchen has pantries one can look in, which are mostly empty, and a fridge covered in photos. The place is rather empty, like the apartment exists for someone to live in, but that person isn't around as much as they could be. Perhaps that's exactly what it's like. But given nothing in here is of a scale suitable for Lauri-Ell, it's no doubt that this place isn't properly hers.
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He recalled a brief story from her once about this and wasn't going to revisit it. But what parent wouldn't like their child? That line of thought made absolute zero sense to him.
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"She liked 'breakfast for dinner'. Carol told me that."
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"Breakfast for dinner. So that's like having eggs and things for dinner instead of what would traditionally be for the first thing in the morning." He paused a minute. "Doesn't sound like a bad idea."
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She look so bright and happy over the very idea. "I shall see if I have some to share with you!"
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And then Lauri-Ell's bright face reminded him of Ven when he got excited about something so he had so smile. "That would be great."
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She was so happy at the idea of it. Her sister had taught her so many things. And Lauri-Ell smiled warmly at the photo.
"I wish I had known my family."
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But he looked at the photo and back to his friend. "Makes me wish I had a picture of mine to show you." Aqua would have those, of that Terra had no doubt.
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Close enough for her to appreciate it.
"Perhaps if I visit your dreams, I will be able to see them," she suggested. If the place allows her that."
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The dreams thing bugged him but he wasn't going to show it.
He could only imagine what others would see. There was ten years of darkness, fighting Master Eraqus, getting berated about not giving darkness any quarter in his heart, his failure to become a keyblade master, and the list went on.
Terra could only hope this place wouldn't do that to him. Still, he just went along with Lauri-Ell's words.
"Ya, I guess we'll see."
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"This space, it is not natural. And I do not know how to free you of it."
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A few more glances around the room had him wondering. "What is this supposed to be anyway? A dream?"
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She is just a prop in the room in the moment after all.
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"Then if this is a dream, we need to get out of it."
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"They come, and... And I don't remember beyond that," she admits, her voice a bit soft and confused.
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Terra's voice trailed off as he continued around the room.
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She really doesn't know. This is new to her as well. This space feels so weird to her.
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Looking back at his host there was a question in his voice. "Should I move that out of the way?"
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That didn't really seem likely here. It's not truly the hammer.
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"Must you take the hammer?" the memory of Lauri-Ell says, her form a bit less substantial perhaps because she is but a memory of herself.
"What?" the blonde woman asks.
"I... I am not sure I trust it."
"Is that- what does that mean? Why wouldn't you trust it? The hammer saved you by showing me who you were... are?"
The blond woman seemed a bit exasperated by this decision, and the Lauri-Ell shakes her head at that. "I know. I just... Do you not sense</> something from it?"
"Yes. I do when I pick it up. Have you ever picked it up?"
There Lauri-Ell seemed to hesitate.
"... No."
"Should you?"
"... No."
"Okay," the woman said before picking up the hammer and moving away into the living room, and thus she missed the whisper of Lauri-Ell, her expression dark as she looked away.
"But I can hear it sing."
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He witnessed their conversation and the other woman walked off with the hammer. Terra wondered about that and looked back as Lauri-Ell whispered the part about it singing.
Almost uselessly, he asked his question.
"It sings?"
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"Yes, indeed," Lauri-Ell says. "A song of justice. I feared it at first."
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"Well you have better hearing than I do."
That came with a shrug and he wondered if anything was different now. So he looked around.
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"What's an Accuser?"
It didn't sound nice.
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