FWD-DATED: September 25, 11:30AM. [Permavideo]
[ooc // any views or opinions presented in this post are solely those of the character and do not necessarily represent those of the player.]
[When Mother Squirrel turns on the communicator, it quickly becomes clear that she is struggling with something. Her expression reads as that of a person trying to come to grips with a situation far beyond their present ability to understand, and the simple fact that this shows on her face at all should alarm those who know her well enough to know that she would not normally air her private feelings or concerns out for others to see.]
[It has taken her nearly the entire morning to screw up the bravery to ask such a personal thing of the people on the network. She was never raised to be the kind of person that gossiped or pried into matters that were none of her business, and she's never really had to deal with an issue of this magnitude before. There are times when the need to tackle a subject outweighs the need to follow long-established rules, though, and she has finally come to accept that this is one of those rare occasions.]
[She sets it down in front of her, close enough that she can reach it to make her responses as necessary without troubling herself overmuch, but far enough away that it can show her folding her hands in front of herself and sitting on a chair, careful not to squash her tail as she does so. When she speaks, it's in a very careful sort of fashion, as though she's trying very hard to watch her wording.]
Please forgive me. I do not wish to offend. But I...
[Deep breath.]
I have seen... many new things in this time. Some are good, I think. Some of them are not. But I am here now, so I must try to understand all of them. That is the way to do things. As a mother, I must remain educated. Then I will be able to guide my children.
[She can't quite look at the camera at first, but the desire to hold onto some measure of politeness forces her back into making 'eye contact' pretty quickly.]
I do like to meet new people. I have met many who are wise and healthy. Thank you all for being very kind to me. I know that I am not human, and that I am old.
Maybe that is why I do not know this.
I have seen many happy couples since arriving. Some are--some are very different from my world. I had thought it was not so important. But I saw many more at the ball.
[Mother Squirrel takes another deep breath. Here goes.]
I do not understand why a man should--should want to love another man. I think that there are women this way, too. I am not certain. I have not seen as many.
I would. [She straightens up in the chair.] I must ask how that--[There is no other way she knows how to address this, and so she just finishes with:]--how that could... be.
[When Mother Squirrel turns on the communicator, it quickly becomes clear that she is struggling with something. Her expression reads as that of a person trying to come to grips with a situation far beyond their present ability to understand, and the simple fact that this shows on her face at all should alarm those who know her well enough to know that she would not normally air her private feelings or concerns out for others to see.]
[It has taken her nearly the entire morning to screw up the bravery to ask such a personal thing of the people on the network. She was never raised to be the kind of person that gossiped or pried into matters that were none of her business, and she's never really had to deal with an issue of this magnitude before. There are times when the need to tackle a subject outweighs the need to follow long-established rules, though, and she has finally come to accept that this is one of those rare occasions.]
[She sets it down in front of her, close enough that she can reach it to make her responses as necessary without troubling herself overmuch, but far enough away that it can show her folding her hands in front of herself and sitting on a chair, careful not to squash her tail as she does so. When she speaks, it's in a very careful sort of fashion, as though she's trying very hard to watch her wording.]
Please forgive me. I do not wish to offend. But I...
[Deep breath.]
I have seen... many new things in this time. Some are good, I think. Some of them are not. But I am here now, so I must try to understand all of them. That is the way to do things. As a mother, I must remain educated. Then I will be able to guide my children.
[She can't quite look at the camera at first, but the desire to hold onto some measure of politeness forces her back into making 'eye contact' pretty quickly.]
I do like to meet new people. I have met many who are wise and healthy. Thank you all for being very kind to me. I know that I am not human, and that I am old.
Maybe that is why I do not know this.
I have seen many happy couples since arriving. Some are--some are very different from my world. I had thought it was not so important. But I saw many more at the ball.
[Mother Squirrel takes another deep breath. Here goes.]
I do not understand why a man should--should want to love another man. I think that there are women this way, too. I am not certain. I have not seen as many.
I would. [She straightens up in the chair.] I must ask how that--[There is no other way she knows how to address this, and so she just finishes with:]--how that could... be.