[Neil sits in on his bed, dressed in jeans and a white, sleeveless t-shirt, fingers twitching a little. His room is immaculate, like something from a design magazine, but he doesn't seem to be focused on anything but a large, wooden dresser. He has a crowbar across his lap. He isn't facing at the device, but it is apparent that he might be a little... traumatized. Something that could be a robot is on the floor, a large dent in it's head.]

It... folded all my clothes. It... It matched my socks...

[Twitch.]






((OOC: Sort of back now, but won't be around until later, so replies will be slow. Will catch-up on tagging then, too.))

[ There are plenty of beaches on this fair island - being an island and all that - but only the stretch nearest the City includes the boardwalk, volleyball arenas, shops, vendors, et cetera. A lot of people are attempting to get their last full body tans in before the end of the summer, Eames included, though right now with the video feed going he seems to be sitting on a bench at the edge of the boardwalk. The video pans in a one hundred and eighty degree recording of beach front, the people on the sands like seals or crabs depending on the distance, before finally settling on Ariadne. He may just be trying to keep a recording for himself, or just take a picture - but it's being fed directly to the Network instead.

Ariadne looks quite nice in a two piece bathing suit, by the way. ]

I feel as though beach volleyball was far more popular last summer than this summer. No one's playing much of it anymore.

Who are you talking to?

You. And the network. I think this is as close as anyone can get to a glimpse underneath your neckerchief, apart from that time you posted naked.

[ Ariadne makes a choked off sound, and the video jumbles as she lunges toward him, cutting off soon after. It seems Eames has deemed it better to make a quick escape. ]



[ ooc: Red is Ariadne, normal is Eames! That said, please feel free to treat this like a network post or an open log post! If you want to treat it like a log, feel free to comment and denote in your subject line if it's open to everyone or just Eames and/or Ariadne! ]

[ Liam stared at the theater for a long time before slowly shuffling along, looking at one movie theater poster after another. He hasn't ventured here before, preferring to stick with more traditional entertainment, but tonight, he felt adventurous.

-- And the ticking noise of the empty apartment was starting to get to him.

Quietly, he took out his phone and hesitated. Sometimes, advice was welcomed, and other times... No helping it. Turning it on, he showed them a pan of the movie posters:

Loverboy
Better off Dead
The Blob
The Expendables
An American Tail

After a long pause, he turns the phone so he can frown into it. ] I'm afraid I've never seen a movie before. Are any of these worth seeing? [ although it hardly matters. Anything to get the ticking to stop. ]

I seem to always use this space as a questionnaire instead of a real communication device.

[He doesn't look as though he minds too terribly much, fidgeting with a cigarette pack. He's lounging idly on a surprisingly undisturbed sofa.]

As if I can cure my own boredom by alleviating yours. Everyone's favorite subject to indulge in is themselves. And it's usually the same questions from me as from anyone else-- what do you do, what can you do, stories from home, plans for once you're allowed to leave. Theories on why you're here in the first place. Have that few people really accepted being here, that it all has to be rehashed over and over?

[He finds a matchbook on the floor, lights up languidly.]

I'm not in the mood. It's far too quiet around here for me to mull.

[Oddly enough, there's no video accompanying this particular entry.]

I have been thinking, and it seems--at the risk of sounding Vulcan--illogical, putting effort into anything in the City. Yes, I realize that this way of thinking can be applied to life as a whole, but in the City, memory is so-- [a long pause, during which, one imagines, Chekov gestures wildly in an attempt to find the correct word] --tenuous?

What I mean is, at home, we are constantly learning, accumulating knowledge and, unless something out of the ordinary happens, what we learn never leaves us. And even when we die, there is something of our existence left... memories, a legacy--something. Memories may not last forever, and we are forgotten as those who knew us or have heard of us die also, but in the City... how long do memories of anyone last? Six years? Five?

That is not to say that I believe we should stop doing things here, in the City. As one of my professors would have said, work, activity, and social interactions are important to the well-being of humans and humanoids, even if none of the results are lasting, but it bothers me to think that there is nothing that I will retain from the time spent here. I cannot imagine that--living here and learning, only to forget once I leave. And those I have come to know, when they leave, will have no memory of what happened here. That--everyone forgetting--seems more final than death.

It bothers me more than death, I think. Maybe that is only because death is a phenomenon that I understand and have some familiarity with; maybe it is vanity speaking and I dislike the thought of being forgotten so easily.

Mostly, I am very attached to my mind. There is nothing that I value more than what I have learned and what I remember, and I do not want that taken away.

[He almost sounds... upset? But then, just as cheerfully as ever--]

Howl, Sophie--have you seen Peter recently? I am beginning to become concerned.

[ Accidental video is accidental. The blond knight is sitting out in the open, looking up the stars. He's been training, from the looks of it-- but now is the time for thinking. Well sort of. ]

I could really use another swordsman to practice with... It's been too quiet, lately.

[ pause, look around. ]

Never thought I'd wish someone were here to make trouble. Though, that makes keeping Lady Estellise safe easier. [ He smiles to himself. But then again, what would he do if Lady Estellise left too? He shakes his head. ]

I suppose I should head back soon...

[ Riou has something with him today. Something... new. And special. He holds it out- why it's a Monopoly: The City version!! ]

Look what I found! Let's play this! They said this was a fun game- everyone in our house can play it too! Tyr, Rita, Estelle, Flynn- even Mukumuku!

So, what do you guys think?

[ ooc; Though there's an actual City version, this one is THE City version. Based on City places. Stuff stuff! Just imagined how cool that would be... ]

The large hall with the portraits of people who are not in the City, I take it to be trustworthy, correct? I wonder how often people wander inside, just to make sure. Has anyone been able to trick whatever magic makes it work?

private; filtered to the Avengers & allies;

If the paintings do not lie, I am the only one left of my Asgard. That is all.

private; filtered to Serrure;

If you still desire to be trained, answer me this first: how fast can you run?

It's a shame the little metal - umm, robots? - didn't stay. I found them very helpful, albeit odd. Is that what passes for 'technology' in the modern times? Wires and many, many uncomprehensible things? How do people not get headaches with them?

Also, I still have questions pertaining to the topic of discussion from Sunday. What is 'gym'? Do girls and boys attend the same schools? At what age is education considered over? What follows next? Are apprenticeships still the way to teach someone a certain skill? What would you do, if you could pick anything at all?

[ooc; She will never shut up until she figures herself out.]