pianistofraielin: (I'll just be going then)
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[Russel, stuck in detention after Friday's 'disruption' (aka he drank the tap water and couldn't stop laughing in class), has absentmindedly doodled that number stuck in his head onto his math notes. So the first thing that appears are pre-calculus notes interspersed with doodles of popular S&M characters.]

[this is followed by a loud exclamation of surprise and the sound of metal scraping against tile and an ensuing crash. Then a possibly familiar female teacher's voice shouting admonishingly from across the room: "Russel!"]


YES MA'AM SORRY MA'AM. [sounds of a chair being righted, and then the oppressive stillness of a detention hall. Also, the notebook being slammed shut, which just muffles the silence.]

[a moment later, he realizes he can't do his homework without his notes and opens it back up. But, um, his notes are covered in other things right now, so he can't really use them anyway…?!]

[handwritten: ]
Whatever you are, do you think you could maybe get out of my math notes? I'm trying to do my homework and it's really distracting!

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Sep. 9th, 2013 09:24 am
unbraid: (bomb making)
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[ Homura has been reading along the network for a few weeks now. There is much to learn and absorb and she does her best to do just that. But she wants to know more and get involved properly-- she isn't quite satisfied with just observing because this feels like a place she could fit in. It feels like something she was meant to do.

She uncovers the camera's lens after a moment of nervousness and begins her post. ]


H...hello. It's good to meet you all, and-- I have a few small things I'd like to say, if you want to listen.

[ Is it okay to say her name?? A pretend name seems safest, but Homura does not want to lie to these people. ]

My name is Homura. I... I hope you'll understand that I don't want to give out my full name online. This is all, all very scary... Thank you. I have been reading for a little while, and trying to understand the situation the... the best someone like me can. I'm fourteen, and I have a heart condition... I can't run very far and I can't stay outside too long in the heat. I'm not very smart or very brave. But I want to help. I want to do something, something... something to help. I've been testing little things in the junkyard on the outskirts of town... no one goes anywhere near there, and... I can get there on my bike if I sneak out at night.

[ She swallows, and looks a little guilty. She wants to just come out and say it, but she's worried her mom might overhear. So she whispers: ]

I can make bombs. ... They're timed, and... they work well, I think. I have only been, um, been using little ones so I don't attract too much attention. But in, in theory-- in theory a bigger one should be even better. If anyone needs that sort of thing, I... I'll do my best. It's the best I think I can offer.

[ Suddenly she's glancing over her shoulder, she freezes up and then slumps back in her computer chair. ]

S-sorry, I thought I heard my mother. Anyways, um. Um. If I can help in another way, I want to do that too. Thank you.

Um... I do have one little r-request, if anyone wants to help me... I just want to know if anyone can catch me up. I'm not smart, so I want to make sure I understand what's going on. Just... just a summary would be nice. Thank you for listening. Thank you.

[ And the feed cuts with a little bow of her head. ]
snakeintallgrass: (t // expanding the shogi board)
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Excuse me.

[ the video feed is turned on, revealing a pale young woman with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. she speaks in cool, level tones: ]

Before we begin, allow me to make a few things clear. I've reviewed the archives thoroughly, so there's no need for edification. I've given it some thought and come to terms with its existence, so there's no need for explanation. As such, all that remains is an introduction.

[ she sits back, elegantly crossing her legs. her facial expression does not budge in the slightest.

given her bare knee and the angle of the camera, it is entirely indiscernible whether she is wearing pants or not.
]

My name is Yousha Hida. My skillset lies entirely in the perception of the truth behind truths - in detecting the axioms responsible for forming any consistent system, and through inductive logic understanding the universe they create as a result.

[ she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them in the opposite order. it is becoming increasingly unlikely that she is wearing pants. ]

There. That should be sufficient, hmm? So with that settled, I'd like to ask the network's opinion on a matter.

[ she leans forward, her blue-eyed gaze intensifying. ]

What it is that makes something "true?" Suppose a man says his wife will die tomorrow. The next day, she develops a freak cough and passes away. Were his words "the truth?" The statement was true in retrospect, of course, but it seems to have been by chance. Now suppose the same man says the same words - but when the disease does not kill her, he takes matters into his own hands. Are his words now the truth, now that he has ensured their validity? What if he intends to kill her, but dies himself? Perhaps it is best to just consider him on that first day, before his wife's fate has been decided. What is it that decides, in that moment, if he is telling the truth?

[ the beginnings of a smile spread across her face. it is not entirely pleasant. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ and with a single dainty hand, she reaches out and stops the recording.

what a pretentious ass.
]