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revivalproject2020-06-03 03:08 pm
stabgremlin) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 03:08 pm
Keyword: Onomatophobia
WHO: Aden Nahain & Open
WHERE: Aden's Calibration Room!
WHAT: Calibrations! Aden will be angry about this eventually.
WHEN: During the calibration event.
WARNINGS: Uhh... Torture, violence, murder, xenophobia, brainwashing, drug use... Will add if more comes up.
On first glance, it looks like a normal boyhood room.
There's a small bed, and equally child-sized furniture like a desk and chair, a shelf with toys on it, and a white kite propped up against a wall.
The sheets on the bed are midnight blue and have clouds and stars on them and there's many soft-looking pillows, and a stuffed animal that's seen better days. Its fur is slightly dirty, and one button eye has fallen off. Though it's obviously been ripped in places, there's obvious clumsy attempts at patching it up with mismatched thread, and there's hairpin stuck onto its head.
There's a glossy button glinting beneath the bed, and further beneath the bed, there's a wooden practice blade.
On the wall above the bed, there's a large model of a space ship clumsily put together.
Looking around more though, there are things that are very out of place.
There's a blaster rifle leaning against a bookshelf, and on the windowsill where sunlight is shining in, and the wind is making sheer white curtains flutter, there's a holo of six young women and one teenage boy- not out of place, but what is out of place is the shiv next to it.
A bottle of pills lays open next to the small trash can by the desk, a few white pills having spilled out.
Looking in the trash can itself, there's a lot of discarded cards that have been crumpled up or torn to pieces- one card is still intact.
Even the toy shelf holds things that are out of place- there's a fragmentation grenade, and a strange metal mask.
There's a lightsaber hilt too, though that's next to the room's occupant- Aden himself, seated on the floor, looking toward the window at the clear skies outside. Somewhere in the room a music box plays, though it's hard to pin down where the sound is coming from.
WHERE: Aden's Calibration Room!
WHAT: Calibrations! Aden will be angry about this eventually.
WHEN: During the calibration event.
WARNINGS: Uhh... Torture, violence, murder, xenophobia, brainwashing, drug use... Will add if more comes up.
On first glance, it looks like a normal boyhood room.
There's a small bed, and equally child-sized furniture like a desk and chair, a shelf with toys on it, and a white kite propped up against a wall.
The sheets on the bed are midnight blue and have clouds and stars on them and there's many soft-looking pillows, and a stuffed animal that's seen better days. Its fur is slightly dirty, and one button eye has fallen off. Though it's obviously been ripped in places, there's obvious clumsy attempts at patching it up with mismatched thread, and there's hairpin stuck onto its head.
There's a glossy button glinting beneath the bed, and further beneath the bed, there's a wooden practice blade.
On the wall above the bed, there's a large model of a space ship clumsily put together.
Looking around more though, there are things that are very out of place.
There's a blaster rifle leaning against a bookshelf, and on the windowsill where sunlight is shining in, and the wind is making sheer white curtains flutter, there's a holo of six young women and one teenage boy- not out of place, but what is out of place is the shiv next to it.
A bottle of pills lays open next to the small trash can by the desk, a few white pills having spilled out.
Looking in the trash can itself, there's a lot of discarded cards that have been crumpled up or torn to pieces- one card is still intact.
Even the toy shelf holds things that are out of place- there's a fragmentation grenade, and a strange metal mask.
There's a lightsaber hilt too, though that's next to the room's occupant- Aden himself, seated on the floor, looking toward the window at the clear skies outside. Somewhere in the room a music box plays, though it's hard to pin down where the sound is coming from.
Stuffed Animal
"Do you recognize the music?" he asks, though his eyes keep flashing to the stuffed animal. So loved. So very deeply loved. And part of him wondered whether, if he had the materials, he could recreate it. He's going to have to go over and inspect it at some point.
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"Some melody of a song my sister used to sing."
He couldn't remember the words, but he could remember the melody. It had been a long time since he'd heard it, and there was much he didn't want to remember, but he did remember some things. Like that melody, and a few of the times his sister had sung to him.
He wondered what that song had been about, exactly.
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"And this? Yours or hers?"
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Most of his stuff had been hand-me-downs, really. Not that his family couldn't provide, it was just that Aden had been a rather active child, and things didn't tend to last. So he'd been dressed in the clothes of his sisters, been given hand-me-down toys, though he'd never really complained- and saw nothing wrong with it now either.
"Go ahead and touch it if you want."
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