[closed] so how about them memories

[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 08/09 evening
Location: SURPRISE! it's a bar.
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Roslyn Small (boughtabookstore)
Summary: Bariyan and Ros get drunk and talk about that VR mess that just went down.
Warnings: N/A

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[ He'd given himself an hour, two hours -- maybe more than that. The time had slipped away from him. Maybe he spent an entire day sitting in that tunnel and staring bleakly in the darkness. Who knew?

Then he couldn't take it anymore. He had to talk to someone. He had to talk to Roslyn. Or to several shots of vodka. Or, hell, why not both at the same time?

Seemed like a good idea. So he'd messaged Roslyn the time and the place, then staggered off.

He hadn't chosen the closest bar, but he'd chosen the quietest one that he knew. When he arrived, the place was half-empty. He didn't meet anyone's eyes until he sat himself at the bar and had to catch the bartender's attention to order. That done, he immediately turned in his seat to look for Ros' arrival. ]

Comments

[boughtabookstore]

I still haven't been able to decide if it was sheer incompetence or a deliberate attempt to fuck us over.

[ she's a little bit drunk now, yeah. ] Maybe both.

[stonefaith]

It's been a while since they've tried to ruin us on purpose, hasn't it? [ a sigh. ] We should've been more prepared. That doctor on the network was practically a warning, himself.

[boughtabookstore]

Not quite long enough. [ a faint grimace of distaste at the mention of the doctor. ] I don't agree with their definition of talent.

[stonefaith]

I don't know. The talent's obviously there. They've got technology to reach into our heads, and... [ the tone of his voice is enough to say that he doesn't like that. ] They're irresponsible with it. As they seem to be, with many things.

[boughtabookstore]

Technology they fucked up. [ a sigh, and she drains her glass. ] Irresponsible is almost too kind a word for them. I'm unimpressed.

[stonefaith]

What can we do about? There's backlash every time they do us wrong, but... we're cycled in and out too fast, too distracted. [ Bariyan's suddenly intensely animated about this, all bright eyes and angry gestures. ] Think about it. We still hardly know any names. I doubt the doctor and the major-general are leading this whole business, but they're practically the only faces we know.

[boughtabookstore]

It's true. A lot of those who were most outspoken against the drugging are gone now, half the people we do know don't even seem to be supposed to be talking to us --

[ Ros is not an angry drunk by any means, so her words are still fairly subdued. But there is a lurking anger under there. ] I sometimes wonder if we're still here because we kept our outrage slightly more contained than others.

[stonefaith]

You think so? [ Bariyan straightens up. ] Because we don't go around shooting peoples' heads off? [ Yes, 'Osprey' was the first name to come to mind. ] Because-- goddamn. We spend a lot more time trying to get through the things they throw at us instead of-- instead of bitching about them. Loudly. [ sometimes with guns. ]

[ he slumps back over the bar, goes for another drink. ] I don't know if that's a good thing.

[boughtabookstore]

[ Osprey was the first name in her mind too, yup. ] It's something I've considered. Perhaps they consider it a sign of competence, perhaps they just got tired of the bitching.

[ She quirks her mouth, a humorless smile. ] I don't know either. But I can't say I'm inclined to throw a fuss and see what they do.