momquest: a quest for moms

[farfromgrace]

[ It's another day in Tokyo-D, and the relentless cycle of content generation for the masses goes on; how long have you been filming this drama, exactly? And it's not that it's a bad show, per se, but the fact that it's really dedicated to showing the gritty realities of combat and using practical effects for it is... kind of a lot.

Also it can't decide if it wants to be a show about frenemies or about enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies. Cowards.

And besides, it's not home, is it?

It occurs to you on break at the really honestly lackluster buffet table set up for the actors and any surviving extras that... there's really not that much security on this show, all things considered, unless there's something you're not seeing... ]

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[heavenlyvisitor]

[ ...?

:?

well, this is going to be bullshit, isn't it. ]

[farfromgrace]

[ this is going to be bullshit.

it's funny, because you've really been on LiliS for a hot second, but she really does have that kind of distinct personality that's easy to recognize.

the other thing that's funny is that it feels like... almost a tangible presence, like you could turn your head and say something back and be heard. ]

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ He stares into the distance where there's the feeling, as if he's trying to see something that isn't there.

After a moment of nothing, he gives an annoyed sigh. ]

If there's a ghost, I'm going to be mad.

[enlightenedatheist]

[ sometimes you get home from production transfer and you're finally meeting your newbie at breakfast but then there are ghost emotions ]

You feel that too?

[heavenlyvisitor]

...Mm. I'm unsure whether I'm relived or not that it's not just me. If it were anything else, I could just be losing it, but--

...

Something is happening, in the end.

[enlightenedatheist]

Something troublesome.

[ troubling. but who is he if he isn't tsun ]

She should come home already.

[farfromgrace]

[ there's a very distinct, like, mildly confused thought that appears in your head in amaranth's voice, like she just spoke to you: ]

Why would it be a ghost?

[ and then: ]

...You can hear me?

[ There's a kind of emotional background radiation, too: the kind of awe that is a mix of wonder and alarm. ]

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ It takes him a moment before he realizes that he didn't physically hear those words. They weren't his own thoughts, but were entirely in his head---

... It's weird. It's bad(?). He doesn't like it.

This is definitely some kind of Hell Bullshit, isn't it.

...How can we help? ]

[worthathousand]

[ well, seems like this is happening now. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ well.

She'll pour him a cup of coffee anyway despite the feeling-- not like she knows he's affected too-- though, a bit distracted.]

Good morning.

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ he nods to her in greeting - taking the coffee, but not moving to put his Many Sugars And Creams in it, yet. ]

Good morning.

[vitainmorte]

[ yes, she's already nudging them towards him by the time he takes his cup. ]

Did you sleep well?

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ .....he gives her a nod of thanks, but is not going to say anything further about his sugartastes, beginning to dress his coffee. ]

Mm ... Well enough. I'm not yet used to ... becoming physically tired, again, but -- Mm.

[ looks ... away ... into the distance, at the general direction of The Ghost(?) Mom Feeling. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ she considers him for a moment, sipping again at her own drink. ]






You feel it?

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ ...

Nods. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ well. Ok.

Punches something in on her phone heads to her room. ]

I'll be right back.

[heavenlyvisitor]

...

Alright--?

[vitainmorte]

[ returns with her rifle in hand--

heads out to the mailbox, real quick--

and comes back to the table to load it. ]

Right, so-- I don't know what's happening, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared-- if you need a weapon, I have extra knives.