1st creation {{ action/voice }}

[onlytofeel]

[So, Daniella has been here for awhile. She's stayed quiet, just listening to the Vine and gathering information about her strange new surroundings, not approaching anyone (although she proves a bit hard to miss, being tall and beautiful and purple-haired) and not really caring about the Queen's plans. What does any of that matter to someone like

Comments

voice;

[spideriest]

[ she sounds, at best, vaguely interested. Interested enough to reply, at any rate ]

Why? Are you creating a club for the recently departed? Oooooooor do you want to know how to make it stick?

voice;

[onlytofeel]

[clink, clink goes the spoon again. She's not interested in the first bit of Vriska's response, as her ridiculously sheltered self doesn't understand it, so she just....skips it lmao]

Can you...do that? [paaaaause.] Make it permanent. I thought it always was....but I seem to be wrong.

voice;

[spideriest]

Of coooooooourse! I admit that the concept of death gets a bit tricky when there's no finality in it or whatever, but there are definite ways of making it last. [ she hums thoughtfully ] Also, it depends on whether we're talking about mere mortals or those with godhood here. I mean, the simplest way of killing someone off is taking out both their dreamselves and their actual selves. Gotta cover all eventualities, haha! Not that eeeeeeeeveryone even has a dreamself, I guess, because I took out plenty of wrigglers and never had to deal with any consequences. Some people are just a real pain to keep down!

voice;

[onlytofeel]

[digesting this!]

...I'm not what's called a "god". I am...incomplete. I died before, but...then I came here, and everything is- the same. [a silent, convulsive shudder.] Yes, the same.

Pain... Did these..."wrigglers"...feel that when they died? Did you...want them to?

[because who curr if you're a mass murderer, obviously not she]

[voice]

[aunomdedieu]

Died?

[ There's a moment's pause. Caprica is considering whether or not to tell the truth here. She is trying to do it more often.

Eventually, she answers, with an edge of caution in her voice. ]

Yes, I have.

[ Twice, actually. ]

[voice]

[onlytofeel]

Ah....I've never heard of that.

[A brief silence as Daniella tastes her soup; meaning, she puts a spoonful of the stuff to her mouth and swallows it and nothing registers but a vaguely wet sensation. No searing heat, no flavor.]

What...was it like?

[voice]

[aunomdedieu]

[ She doesn't comment on Daniella's first statement, doesn't explain why it is that she'd been able to die and come back - though she's heard people, humans, have died and come back in the Gardens. It's all far beyond her comprehension, in any case.

There's a moment's pause, at that second question. Trying to describe the process of dying is not exactly the simplest thing. ]

I don't remember it well. [ All right, that is a bit of a lie. ] It wasn't painful for very long. Just a few moments and then nothing. Darkness.

[ Then the resurrection process, which was probably more painful, in a lingering way, than the moment of death in both cases. But she doesn't feel a need to go into details where that's concerned. ]

[voice]

[onlytofeel]

[The spoon goes back into the pot with a defeated clinking sound.]

That seems...about right. Especially the darkness afterward. [a slow exhale] I wish...the sensation could have lasted longer.

[voice]

[lovelikelight]

There's no one by that name here, I'm afraid, but I'll remember it, and if she appears, I'll inform you at once.

I died, before I came here. [She says this calmly. She feels better about it now, after having wished to hear news of home. She is not sorry to have died, considering what her death won for others.]

[voice]

[onlytofeel]

....hm, I see. I didn't think so....because there was nothing on the Vine. [She's noticed the pattern of new arrivals = confused ramblings once they've figured out how to work the plant, and she's reasonably confident in being able to recall Fiona's voice even if the girl didn't mention her name....but there was always the chance that Daniella had arrived later and they had just missed each other. She had to sleep sometime, and the Gardens were big. A long pause as Daniella searches for the appropriate response.] Thank you. To make it...easier, my name is Daniella.

...Me, too. [...] Did it hurt?

[voice]

[lovelikelight]

I've been here for some time, and I have not met anyone by the name Fiona or heard her mentioned.

My name is Epsilon. [She pauses, sympathetic. So many have come here from difficult times, difficult places.] I'm sorry you experienced that.

I am a robot. There was no physical pain, as I am not designed to experience it. I am capable of emotion, and I felt extreme psychological pain.

[voice]

[onlytofeel]

[Unseen, she tilts her head slowly, uncomprehending. To be sorry....to regret. Emotions like that aren't entirely beyond her, just difficult to grasp, as she's never felt it before and never saw it in others.] ...there's no need. I was...happy.

Oh. [this is another confusing feeling beyond her realm of experience- someone else like her, not exactly but close enough, exists?] Then we're almost the same....

[manymasked]

Why do you ask? About the dying, I mean.

[onlytofeel]

I...wanted to know if I was the only one. This is....not the concept known as "heaven", correct...?

[manymasked]

No, I don't think so. Some people here have died, but a lot haven't... besides, I really hope Heaven isn't run by someone like the Queen.

[onlytofeel]

From what I understand...."Heaven" is supposed to be perfect. But this place....is lacking. [oh look it's me but in garden form, YAY] The Queen....as well.

[action]

[notvitiligo]

[OK wow that is an unpleasant chemical reaction there. Jessica, contrary to sensemaking, tracks it down and impassively takes in the scene. After a few moments, she comments:]

I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to kill those birds.

[action] 1/2 lmao sorry I had to

[onlytofeel]

[

[action]

[onlytofeel]

...they were in the way.

[notvitiligo]

...pretty sure you can shoo them away.