lostcarnival | ⇨ THE MATRIX

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⇨ THE MATRIX

Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D22 - S1:D??
Where: Visiting the Matrix.
What: The carnival arrives at its next location, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things.

THE MATRIX↴

"What IS the Matrix? The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

► INSIDE: On the inside, it all seems so normal. Beyond what you know of the reality you've stepped in, every bit of this place feels just as real as it did back in the carnival. If you were to forget where you'd just come from, would you know any different? The simulation of Chicago is identical to how it would have been in the early days of the new millenia, to anyone who comes from a similar Earth. Humans bustle around you, oblivious to the world outside of the Matrix that they were born into. One bright side to it all is that this hyper realism means the coffee tastes just as good as it does in real life. Anything you could do in real Chicago you can do here - and perhaps even more.

► WHITE ROOM: But before that, you were here. The White Room is a loading program, intended to port objects and people into the Matrix. You arrive as a reconstruction of your true physical form, but common sense suggests that for some of you, entering the mundane world looking like yourself isn't the best idea. It's in this empty world that you will be able to load in whatever physical objects you are, and change the way you present your own body to the system. Changes can be little, or big, but whatever you do, the body has to be able to function according to Earth's physical laws. Don't forget, if you die here, you die in the carnival too.

► DEJA VU: It doesn't matter what you're doing, but at some point you'll notice it - something around you has repeated itself, like a line on a skipping record. Maybe it's the same person bumping into you twice in a row, or the same cab driver yelling at you to get out of the way. It's like reality has rewound and repeated itself, and after the fact you have no proof of it happening beyond the memory of what you saw. You don't know what it means, but something about it is chilling. It may be a good time to find a buddy.

► THE ONE: It won't necessarily come naturally, but in a moment of need you may find yourself bending the world of the Matrix through sheer belief and force of need. How you bend it will always stay without the rules of the universe, at least for now, but when it comes to enhancing your own physical characteristics, just about anything is possible. It will not be easily reproducible, not now, but it could be your first view into the window of what's possible.

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[In the White Room, he stumbles, feeling over his jaw and cracking it. His geta clack along the ground, and while not as large as before, he is an imposing sight despite the almost lost expression on his face. He had just gotten used to four legs.

He did not think about how difficult it would be to master two again.

All the same. He stands in his original regalia, complete with 'iron' geta that clank with each step. It is as comfortable as the day he put it all on in the first place.

But... ...That's not really going to 'blend in' in Chicago, is it?]

[WHO NEEDS REBELLIONS THERE'S TRAINING TO BE DONE]

[This is a world of potential and possibility, and for all that he remains firm and unchanging, his meditation carries another meaning here.

He can feel this world around him-just as he became aware of his breath, of the birds in the trees while at peace, his mind is open to the world here. It is loud and filled with 'static', the sound of racing cars and chattering innocents and despite the fact that he seems to no longer have the heightened senses granted by enormous ears, it feels like blaring sirens.

Everything is here-and yet he finds himself unable to push it back. It is not a strength of body that he necessarily seeks after all-and this is different from what he experienced upon gaining those canid senses.

...And it occurs to him, that maybe. Just maybe, if he can master the focus here...

He can learn to better focus his eyes, his ears, and his thoughts, on any one thing in reality.

That is why, for much of the trip while wearing a better 'blending' outfit, Gongenzaka takes to sitting. In bustling cafes, on benches, at bus stops...he sits. And he listens, and he focuses on identifying a 'one' rather than the 'many', returning as often as able between his shifts.]

[DEJA-VU]

Between the change in clothing (though he IS wearing the same set of sashes no matter what), and the whole four-legged tusk face matter seems like something that should protect him from the slim, slim chance that they get a visitor to the carnival who he's encountered while in the Matrix itself.

One would hope, at least. But instead-] ...Hey...have I...seen you before..?

AUH-

[His tails bristle.] Most certainly not..! I, the man Gongenzaka, assure you...

[The patron squints. Well they sure did HEAR that...]

A-AAAAUUH...

Edited 2016-12-01 04:39 (UTC)

Accompanying him is a girl with a white coat and tinted glasses. While on the bus stop, Yukine gets to look more at peace with her environment, looking around, realizing... she didn't quite imagine herself getting to travel to the United States like this.

As she turns to Gongenzaka, Yukine offers a bottle of soda. What taste? Yukine learned that it was whatever you wanted it to be.

"So far I have only been able to do little things, such as changing tastes."

[Gongenzaka can't say he knows Yukine very well of course, given when he 'hatched' and when she arrived. Even so, he could never turn down anyone's willingness to join in for some sort of training bout-and it results in a rather peaceful scene over all, to say the least.

He turns as she asks the question, blinking a few times as he realizes what she means by taste. Changing things..?]

You mean to say, you have been altering the reality we're within? [And here he's just been focusing on parsing distant portions, catching words of conversations that no normal person should be able to hear and discern.]

She shook her head, "just the taste. Nothing as radical as changing the world as well."

To prove it, she lifted her second soda, "one trick in cooking is that it also depends on the perception of the person eating the dish, so it is especially important to make it as colorful and as neat-looking as possible for your friend's mouth to water the moment he sees it."

Then, she shook it, and decided to play a trick question. "what is this one?"

So then you are changing your perceptions... [He realizes, looking up from the drink. Ahh-now that fits more in line with what he's been doing.

Erm. Sort of. He gives a small laugh at her logic in the matter-] Such things are certainly key in cooking, I will admit that!

[But as it is. He feels he has a good answer for that question-] What do you wish for it to be?

"Ramune!" Yukine rewarded Gongenzaka with a soda exactly of the taste she wished for it, soda green apple, which would have been incredibly difficult to obtain even in Chicago this close to her era...

... the thought of it makes Yukine homesick. She looks with a sad smile at what she knows is only a simulation, of a city still so far from home.

"It's how the world works for a person even if you're back home in reality." Yukine turned to him as she tries vanishing the emotion, "the world exists as it is even if we are not aware of it, but for us, it changes how we perceive it for our own happiness."

[He certainly knows for sure that this flavor isn't available here-or even this brand, probably. He accepts the drink with a polite nod, and what do you know, green apple...]

...Those are wise words, [he notes, looking about.] How the world exists and appears, every inch of it comes down to our perceptions of it...and what we do with those thoughts.

"The world still exists on its own. There are things you cannot change no matter how much you would want to." Yukine smiles sadly, knowing one thing she would like to change above anything else. "But in what do we get out of it, how do we grow as people, I think that's how you can change the world... and in a way, yourself, in how you perceive it."

Yukine then beams at Gongezaka, as she holds his arm, "it IS a little selfish of me to make a soda from home. There's many things I wanted to do while in the United States, but knowing I can make anything taste the way I want it to... Where do you think we could go in here? There's the Park, but also the Navy Pier, and the Art Institute..." Her eyes literally glowed in anticipation.

[He can do little more than nod in agreement, before jumping as his arm is held. OH!! OH. OKAY???] MM-

[As unexpected as it is, he's a bit too polite to take his arm back.... ...so he'll just cough and focus on answering that question then.] Hmmmn...in this area of America, I, the man Gongenzaka, have heard music and art in particular is something to see...

With that in mind, perhaps the latter would be best to visit, while we have the chance.

...Oi, Zaka- sorry, sorry-

[Joker holds up his one hand, fingers spread placatingly. He's still mostly in his usual appearance, having not bothered to change anything just yet.]

Gongenzaka, right. But can I say somethin', if ya don't mind it?

Hmm?

[He corrected himself?

Must be serious. Gongenzaka turns to give a polite nod, ready to do nothing but listen.] Auh- of course, what is it?

Is that what ya think you’ll go out in?

[He’s still keeping his voice light and casual, trying not to grin too much. He thinks it’s great but then, his sense of fashion can be a bit eccentric. Hey, he’s in the carnival- that’s his excuse.]

HRM!! [EXCUSE YOU SIR-] This is my school uniform! It is what I, the man Gongenzaka, wear near every day where I am from! Just what is wrong with it!

For me, nothin’ at all~! I think it’s pretty stylish, actually, so yer all good on that front! Buuuuut…. [And he leans forward, quirking up an eyebrow.] Are ya from here?

Hmm?!

[Will he get the meaning? It's time to find out, in three...two...one...]

D-Do the Americans not have uniforms?!

[Missed it, missed it entirely.]

[Nnnnnnot what he had meant to say but you know what-]

I mean, ya just can’t say, can ya? Americans, they’re weird, they are. So it might be best ta dress in somethin’ else, just until ya know, don’t ya think?

Hmmmm...this is troublesome... [He mutters.]

....I, the man Gongenzaka, will not be removing these geta...but as for other clothing, this will take some thought.

[Well as long as you cover those with. Boot covers or something, bonehead.]

GONGENZAKA | OTA

TRAINING

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read 'thought' as 'shit idk what pants will work' good job gongenzaka

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bless this skeleton...

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