Taura strolled back into the Sun Room, to the sight of a bulletin board practically covered in overlapping notes. Notes which made absolutely no sense, even with the baseline set by this place. A territorial dispute, between countries that hadn't existed for centuries, in terrible earnest.
She hoped they weren't really going to go to war. Confusion to their enemies, not each other. Right? It seemed rather good-natured, though she wasn't always good at reading people. She read through more of them, frowning slightly. Were there really so many people from Earth here, and so few from off-world?
Not that she was especially eager to claim her own origins. Jackson's Whole produced slaves and slavers, and little else. Neither was especially something to be proud of, though only one was something to be ashamed of, and Taura had been product, not producer.
And no one, ever, was claiming her as property, ever again. If they wanted to try, it would be war. Landel, Japan, Prussia; she would fight any of them, though Landel was at the top of the list.
apologies for the late! and... sorry for the tl;dr ;_;fuukaenbujinDecember 15 2011, 09:55:10 UTC
As expected, the bulletin board really was a gold mine of information -- in fact, arguably an even better source right now than directly asking someone. This was for a number of reasons actually, some of which Kurama had only just realized, based on the information he'd already received. Firstly, having access to a vast network seemed a lot easier than having access to only one individual's information. In addition, while there were certainly pluses in directly interacting with a person, there were also pluses to not having to deal with some of the social conduct that dealing with a person face-to-face would require. Was this the reason why there were so much hope for the advent of the Internet era, perhaps?
But in relation to his current situation, the focus was starting to shift from 'finding a way out' to 'figuring out what was going on.' It was quickly becoming clear to Kurama that there existed no easy way out and, while he wasn't going to give up just because it seemed that most of the patient population hadn't had much success thus far, he realized that he would need to come up with alternative options to dedicate himself to. Now that he'd been able to gather more information, various routes he could take were beginning to clear up. These, though, he could revisit at a later time. From what he was seeing, it looked like night time at the institute was a certain challenge and experience all on its own, so perhaps he should suspend judgement until he was able to taste a bit of everything.
... On the other hand, it was both unexpected and gratifying to find that there was still a sense of humor in a place like this. For a long time, Kurama's life had been a vat of bubbling water about to boil over; everything was at stake and there was no way to know for sure how things would pan out in the end. While Kurama was no stranger to the stress involved in gambling with fate, it had not made that time any easier to cope with. As ridiculous and pointless as all the bulletin board shenanigans were, he could appreciate the good humor they were executed with.
He was reading through a few of the most recent replies himself when a woman joined him at the board, looking over the notes with a vague distaste, it seemed. Perhaps she considered it as ridiculous as he did.
"Ah, you saw that, too?" he asked. "What do you think? I'm not sure how much I should be taking seriously, myself."
It was simply what he hoped would be the start to a low-pressure conversation with no expectations in mind. It was rare, these days, that he could have conversations like that. And if in the end he managed to come up with something worthwhile, then that was fine as well.
...I just noticed there was completely no dialog in my last post. /o\ninelivesonceDecember 16 2011, 04:16:24 UTC
"I'm not sure. I can't tell if they actually believe what they're saying or not." They looked very earnest, but the bulletin board attracted a wide array of attitudes. Some of which were ridiculous, and some of which were deathly serious, and it took knowing the writers to tell the difference.
"If they intend to try enforcing it, it could be a lot of trouble. Is Earth still so divided, now?" That assumed the man came from somewhere -- and somewhen -- closer to the Earth the Institute claimed as home. The one she knew still had governments that ruled over areas she could walk across in a day, but they got along. Mostly. The real fighting tended to be on the streets between the offworlders' embassies, if anyone bothered at all.
Mostly it was a theme park. Pretty, and old, but not worth fighting over. "I don't intend to petition any of them for the right to move around," she added.
She hoped they weren't really going to go to war. Confusion to their enemies, not each other. Right? It seemed rather good-natured, though she wasn't always good at reading people. She read through more of them, frowning slightly. Were there really so many people from Earth here, and so few from off-world?
Not that she was especially eager to claim her own origins. Jackson's Whole produced slaves and slavers, and little else. Neither was especially something to be proud of, though only one was something to be ashamed of, and Taura had been product, not producer.
And no one, ever, was claiming her as property, ever again. If they wanted to try, it would be war. Landel, Japan, Prussia; she would fight any of them, though Landel was at the top of the list.
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But in relation to his current situation, the focus was starting to shift from 'finding a way out' to 'figuring out what was going on.' It was quickly becoming clear to Kurama that there existed no easy way out and, while he wasn't going to give up just because it seemed that most of the patient population hadn't had much success thus far, he realized that he would need to come up with alternative options to dedicate himself to. Now that he'd been able to gather more information, various routes he could take were beginning to clear up. These, though, he could revisit at a later time. From what he was seeing, it looked like night time at the institute was a certain challenge and experience all on its own, so perhaps he should suspend judgement until he was able to taste a bit of everything.
... On the other hand, it was both unexpected and gratifying to find that there was still a sense of humor in a place like this. For a long time, Kurama's life had been a vat of bubbling water about to boil over; everything was at stake and there was no way to know for sure how things would pan out in the end. While Kurama was no stranger to the stress involved in gambling with fate, it had not made that time any easier to cope with. As ridiculous and pointless as all the bulletin board shenanigans were, he could appreciate the good humor they were executed with.
He was reading through a few of the most recent replies himself when a woman joined him at the board, looking over the notes with a vague distaste, it seemed. Perhaps she considered it as ridiculous as he did.
"Ah, you saw that, too?" he asked. "What do you think? I'm not sure how much I should be taking seriously, myself."
It was simply what he hoped would be the start to a low-pressure conversation with no expectations in mind. It was rare, these days, that he could have conversations like that. And if in the end he managed to come up with something worthwhile, then that was fine as well.
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"If they intend to try enforcing it, it could be a lot of trouble. Is Earth still so divided, now?" That assumed the man came from somewhere -- and somewhen -- closer to the Earth the Institute claimed as home. The one she knew still had governments that ruled over areas she could walk across in a day, but they got along. Mostly. The real fighting tended to be on the streets between the offworlders' embassies, if anyone bothered at all.
Mostly it was a theme park. Pretty, and old, but not worth fighting over. "I don't intend to petition any of them for the right to move around," she added.
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