thymeforbones: (oops)
Eliza...?? ([personal profile] thymeforbones) wrote in [community profile] auroraexpress2020-03-31 02:21 pm
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Who: Clover, Visitors
When: Day 61, evening and night
Where: Clover

[ After a long and interesting trial, Meri-in-Eliza has decided to DESTRESS ]

[ Namely by trying to climb the trees in her garden. Anyone who wants to join her will find that her bedroom door is wide open, and the curtain separating her "indoor" and "outdoor" areas pushed back. ]

Wah! Why don't humans have claws!
terribletwos: (you make a good other)

[personal profile] terribletwos 2020-04-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's... a friend, I guess.

[ No, he's not going to get into the Other thing right now.

He's still climbing by the way. ]

What's so special about a university compared to other schools?

[ Not that he knows that much about school... ]

terribletwos: (there's a place i'd like to be)

[personal profile] terribletwos 2020-04-03 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He actually is about to pass her since he wants to check out the view from the top, but he opts to take her hand to sit next to her. ]

What's the difference between a world and a planet?

[ Since he's never heard of planet before... ]
terribletwos: (to my friends)

[personal profile] terribletwos 2020-04-04 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ HE'S A CURIOUS LAD

Roxas nods at her explanation, as he leans back on his hands, still gripping the perch so he doesn't tip over. ]

I think I understand that. There's two versions of the world I know best too. One's made out of data though.
terribletwos: (my turn)

[personal profile] terribletwos 2020-04-05 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, like the stuff in the computers. The whole town was in the computer. It was made to look like the real one.
terribletwos: (counting the days)

[personal profile] terribletwos 2020-04-05 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Sea salt ice cream still tasted the same. But that could have also been programming.

[ They were working with his memories after all... ]

Uh, I wasn't really in a good place to judge what it felt like... To me, everything felt normal.

[ Since he had none of his normal memories for comparison. ]