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lostcarnival2016-11-27 04:49 pm
motivenotfound) wrote in lostcarnival2016-11-27 04:49 pm
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Non Nightrunners Need Not Apply [OPEN]
Who: Mari Makinami Illustrious and YOU
What: Come hang out with Mari at the mall! She doesn't actually want you here.
When: Early on in The Matrix
Where: Local mall, or it's up to you.
Warnings: None
There's no nice way to put it. The Matrix is Fucked Up. It's immediately obvious to anyone with half a brain--or, well, half a brain that's willing to question the difference between the perceived self and the self that acts in reality, anyway. Which is to say, the Matrix isn't very difficult for Mari to wrap her head around, which is exactly why it's inevitable she'll be spectacularly insensitive to anyone struggling with it.
But she's a lot more excited than she realised she'd be. Excited to look like herself again--a version of herself that (despite everything) she still thinks of on some level as the "real" her. A version that doesn't have to worry about how many eyes she has visible at any given time and can see her own face in the mirror. For those who haven't been around the carnival terribly long (or just less than a couple years), she's barely recognisable: a bright eyed, energetic teenager with the same two-ponytail hairstyle and glasses she's always had, but human limbs and human legs--a wingless, tailless girl like any other, more concerned with herself than the world at large.
It's the perfect cover. After all, she has a job to do. One where drawing attention to herself is Bad News. So she's not so much "actively staking out" as she is "excitedly running around shopping malls and drinking caramel lattes conveniently close to the machines' agents."
And she's keeping an eye out for anyone else from the carnival who might give her away. Anyone else. If you're not a Nightrunner, you're a liability. Distancing herself from you won't work. Not this time. That's just gonna make the trouble go to you and not to her, where she can keep her eyes on it.
So. What are you up to?
What: Come hang out with Mari at the mall! She doesn't actually want you here.
When: Early on in The Matrix
Where: Local mall, or it's up to you.
Warnings: None
There's no nice way to put it. The Matrix is Fucked Up. It's immediately obvious to anyone with half a brain--or, well, half a brain that's willing to question the difference between the perceived self and the self that acts in reality, anyway. Which is to say, the Matrix isn't very difficult for Mari to wrap her head around, which is exactly why it's inevitable she'll be spectacularly insensitive to anyone struggling with it.
But she's a lot more excited than she realised she'd be. Excited to look like herself again--a version of herself that (despite everything) she still thinks of on some level as the "real" her. A version that doesn't have to worry about how many eyes she has visible at any given time and can see her own face in the mirror. For those who haven't been around the carnival terribly long (or just less than a couple years), she's barely recognisable: a bright eyed, energetic teenager with the same two-ponytail hairstyle and glasses she's always had, but human limbs and human legs--a wingless, tailless girl like any other, more concerned with herself than the world at large.
It's the perfect cover. After all, she has a job to do. One where drawing attention to herself is Bad News. So she's not so much "actively staking out" as she is "excitedly running around shopping malls and drinking caramel lattes conveniently close to the machines' agents."
And she's keeping an eye out for anyone else from the carnival who might give her away. Anyone else. If you're not a Nightrunner, you're a liability. Distancing herself from you won't work. Not this time. That's just gonna make the trouble go to you and not to her, where she can keep her eyes on it.
So. What are you up to?
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Mari isn't the only one who's gone back to her roots. Joker has been relatively "lucky" as far as changes go while being in the carnival, partially because he's been fairly sensible and not toyed around with fae magic. So it's a bit easier to recognize him without wings or antlers...
...Although the addition of a new arm is new.
It's clear he doesn't really know what to do with it, tucking it away in the pocket of his (actually quite subdued) brown coat instead of tapping it along his leg like his other hand is. He's squinting up at the menu with what seem like pale purple eyes, mouth screwed up.
"...I still don't understand all these kinda words. Bloody hell."
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Not that anyone would actually defend Mari as any kind of sensible, mind.
Having recognised Joker from her seat by the window, she catches up to him just in time to hear him complain about the menu.
"Omg, is this your first time? Wait here--I gotcha!"
And without waiting for him to... oh, say no or something, she shoves her (mostly empty) venti caramel latte into his hands so she's free to move as she trots confidently up to the register.
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“Whoa, hey there-” Well, she can’t just say that and then leave him in the dust, can she? But Joker isn’t going to stop her as he trots into place behind Mari, instead more curious than anything.