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WEEK TWO: MINGLE
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Rise and shine, everyone! At 7:00 AM on the dot, those who are asleep will be roused from their slumber by the sound of a bugle call. It seems that breakfast is now served in the Mess Hall. How nice! It's up to you to decide if you want to continue sleeping or not... But maybe it's a good idea to grab a bite and explore your surroundings. After all, it seems the fog has receded enough to reveal a few new locations. Regardless of what you do, be sure to check the weather before stepping outside. You never know when you might need an umbrella! Once you're up and at them, though, there are a few points of interest this week. If you swing by the Director's Office, you will find Winter Wizard manning the receptionist's desk or flitting in and out of the rooms down the hallway. This week's tasks are now available, and you can check them out on the announcement board in the waiting room. Should you visit the Camp Shop, Black Shadows will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Purple Heart doesn't seem to be stationed at any set location. Maybe it's their week off? Oh, well. Seems like if you want to get ahold of them, you'll have to pay your respects to the bunnies. As you explore the camp, however... You may find yourself confronted by scenes from a not so distant past. Or, perhaps, the so-called-movies playing on the big screen are completely foreign to you. But that's not all you will have to deal with this week. Continue skimming the edges of the forest, and you will find yourself going down memory lane. Literally. To further complicate matter, you will quickly discover that something about you has changed. At the start of the week, every single one of you will find yourselves aligned with one of four elements: fire, water, air or earth. Though your affiliation will not allow you to perform any outright elemental manipulation, you will find yourself reflecting your affiliation through one physical attribute. For example: A fire aligned may become hot to the touch, an earth aligned might discover their skin is now coarse like sandpaper, an air aligned might find their hair constantly flowing in an unfelt breeze, and a water aligned might be................. very sweaty. Whatever the case, this effect will fade away once Week 3 officially begins. |
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[For learning about memorial rites in his culture, that is. He's full of old and new knowledge! He glances over toward the cases within the hall at that, though, and smiles.]
The bouquets were here before I arrived. [The rest was all him though, yes, because he can't leave the dead alone.]
There's not much to this part, anyway! You just write what you feel like writing and throw it into the fire when you're done.
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[Assuming Wei Wuxian hands him something to write with, he begins scribbling unfamiliar characters on the slip with, well, machine-like precision and neatness.]
I assume these rituals originate in your home, sir? What is their purpose? If I might ask.
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--Ah, they do, they do! The purpose is to provide the dead with things once they cross over, hah. [He doesn't think it actually WORKS since he sure got nothing at all when he died, but it's a sweet idea anyway.]
You burn the representation of what you want and when the fire is done with it, only the intention remains, and that can travel to the other side. [A beat, and then, curiously:] How do you handle them where you come from? The dead.
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What a fascinating practice and lovely sentiment. Thank you, sir. [he returns the writing instruments and slip of paper, now dense with those perfectly uniform characters]
Where I come from is somewhat of a difficult thing to define, sir, but the Galaxy at large has as many funerary practices as there are planets. Most common are cremation and memorial ceremonies where thoughts and feelings are shared. Although I have spent the majority of my time since last resetting aboard various military starcruisers, where space burials are still often practiced.
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Ah - of course, of course! No need to thank me, hah. [Space burials......... Wei Wuxian can guess that it's similar to oceanic burials, at least. Just, like. In the sky. He blinks again and looks upward. The idea of bodies just hanging out there among the stars is somehow both comforting and spooky?? Sure, he'll take it.]
--I see, I see. That sounds similar to here, then. Cremations and memorial services. Not too foreign. Everyone enjoys remembering their dead well - more or less, I'd say.
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[He looks around the hall, and then focuses on Wei Wuxian for a moment, tilting his head]
Do you think that they're truly dead? The one's in this hall, I mean.
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[He knows enough about robot-type things in general to assume?? They aren't?? Fully organic, at least?! But he has no idea honestly.
As for the question, there's no pause before he shakes his head.]
Not now, no. Not at this point. After all, they can still talk to us, can't they?
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In any case, I don't have to worry about such things in the same way as organic beings, no. Although of course my systems can break down over time if not properly maintained, or were the logic function computer in my head to be destroyed it'd be more or less the equivalent of dying for a droid. [he shudders somewhat at the thought]
I will say that the thought isn't any more pleasant for me than it is for humans, all the same.
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Mm... Well, dying is dying, even if it's not the same from one being to another. Can't think of many people who'd find it pleasant! Even in places like this where death may not be truly final, it's still death.
[He flips another piece of paper into the fire, sighing. Ah, humans and apparently non-humans and just Every Being and their complex, sordid, death relationships.]
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If I may ask, who is it that you're sending wishes for?
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All of our dead. I didn't know any of them well, but it's a terrible thing, to be forgotten after you die.
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[that small part of his personality that persists throughout resets and memory wipes flashes with faces, now unconnected to names and events; threepio shakes his head a bit, to clear it away]
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[A gentle, sloping shrug. It's a small step to take, and maybe at least one or two of them will feel even a tiny bit better for it.
Though he notices the headshaking and, curiously:] Are you alright there, friend?
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I'm not sure I understand, exactly... Technology is still a bit foreign to me!
["A BIT".]
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Often, it's done rather quickly and so parts of these memories can remain, although without context they pose little security risk. I assure you I'm functioning perfectly well.
[please don't decommission him!]
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That sounds absolutely terrible. [BLUNTLY.] Doesn't it bother you at all? To have things like that taken away from you?
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I enjoy the current memories I have, sir. But of course recognize the need for such things should a droid's software be encountering issues. It's never been for me to decide, in any case.
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Does that bother you? Not having a decision like that in your own hands? Hah - maybe it's because we don't have technology where I come from, but I can't wrap my head around anyone being alright with living that way, you know?
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It's quite the concept to try to digest, coming from a world without anything like that.
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I am, of course, always happy to answer any enquiries, sir.