▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
Soundwave isn't sure what to say to... any of that- words are failing to come out. What he could tell is how strongly she felt about it. Argh, it's frustrating that he's bsd with this, especially being an empath.
He likely would've kept silent if Monika had not make the offer to meet at her room. Despite all she said, the strong emotions on her words, Soundwave's answer is immediate.]
Sure.
[He promised her, didn't he. Promised that he'll spend the rest of the day with her, no matter how awkward it'll be. He won't leave her alone, unless she wanted him to.]
[ It's a small thing, the brush of her fingers over his mask, about where she imagines his cheek would be. Even if it took some pushing up on her tiptoes to get there, something about doing it just felt right. Or maybe that's the alcohol again, who knows.
She watches him a while longer, then turns away and begins carefully making her way down to the pavement--well, "carefully," since her coordination is still lacking. Another fleeting glance, then she forces her eyes away and gives her room number. ]
I'll head there first so I can let you in. But if you need help with carrying anything, or...
[ Her voice trails off. Back to feeling awkward again. A little cold, too. His body was warmer than she realized, now that she's away from it. ]
See you soon, then?
[ For lack of anything better to do, she waves, then realizes it's dumb because they're just going to meet up again in a few. After a deep sigh at herself, she trudges her way back to the main areas, through all the hustle and bustle, and to her room. Thankfully, her "spouse" isn't around when she steps inside. A blessing, because it's not like she needed another issue on her growing list of woes.
With a long sigh, she presses her forehead to the cool door while she waits, hoping it'll calm her a little. Her body may be cold, but there was something building in her chest that's a stifling heat like no other. ]
[Regardless of how dumb it looks, Soundwave waves his hand back to her. A 'see you soon' wave rather than a farewell wave... If that is even distinguishable.
Once she'a gone, Soundwave transforms back to his alt mode and re-activates his avatar.
He gives Monika ample time to go into her room first and additional time to herself. Well, it's more accurate to say, he needs time to ready himself before heading to where Monika's room is, pacing back and forth in the bustling lobby. Is he overthinking things again? It's just an invitation to a friend's room, so why is there a weird we swelling inside? Maybe it's just the alcohol he's been drinking too much of.
He won't be delaying it for too long, however. He doesn't want to keep Monika waiting for too long
Eventually, she'll get a couple of knocks on her door, before a familiar voice speaks-- Soundwave's holoavatar's voice.]
It's me.
[And so, he waits in front of the door, fidgeting in place, shifting his weight from one foot to another and back. One hand he's carrying a bag full of chocolate and other food he hapzardly shoved inside. As for the mimosas... Eh, the guest here probably helped themselves to them while the avatar was idling. He doesn't bother with bringing those back. But he has a red wine bottle on his other hand.]
[ She doesn't make any loud noises when he knocks. A true miracle. There is a distinct thump against the door when he knocks, however, making it obvious that a) she hadn't moved since getting there, and b) she's been waiting there for him the entire time. Totally fine! Totally normal!
...God, nothing about this is normal. After an internal scream of frustration, she rearranges her face into something cheerful and pulls the door open. ]
Hey, hey! Hi again~
[ See? Normal again. Nice and cheerful and normal! Just ignore how she has to keep reminding herself to stop looking for a face that's five feet higher. ]
Come on in! [ She steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. To say the place is lavish is an understatement, especially with all the congratulatory decorations and treats all over. ] If you can fit in here? Ahaha!
[ ...Look. It's not like she half expected him to come up in his normal form, despite their talk. As big as the place is, she could've found room for him! Then again, people shouting and screaming probably would've let her know he was in full Cybertronian mode.
Her head tilts as she spots the wine, then an eyebrow goes up. ]
Couldn't let go of that wine, huh? I'm still not trying to spend the night in the bathroom with you! [ A pause. ] Can you...even get sick?
[ There it is. The questions have begun now that she knows the truth. ]
[Wow, no loud noises. That's an improvement. Though the thump is rather odd... It's probably nothing. Giving Monika a silent nod as greeting, he enters after the invitation, curiously looking around the room. They really went out of their way with the whole wedding thing, don't they? He didn't even realize there was a theme going on outside of that chapel or whatever.]
Maybe if I squeezed myself through the doorway, I could fit in. But even then... [Another look around at the decorations and treats.] there's so much decorations in here...
[Maybe he could make a spot where he could just sit there if they move around some stuff... Except that's a bit of hassle to do while drunk. Monika points out the wine bottle as he sets both the bag and bottle on a table, giving her a shrug afterwards.]
I bought it. It would be a waste if I don't finish it. [Not "we" because it's pretty clear she isn't a fan of alcohol and has forced herself to whenever she drank some from what he's seen so far.] I can. But believe me that this bottle alone isn't going to make me sick.
[He won't be spending the night in the bathroom!]
So... Are we going to spend the night in your bedroom? Not that I have an issue with it, mind you.
[ She laughs a little and shrugs while shutting the door. ] It'd be nice if it were for the marriage I really wanted, but I guess I can't turn down so many free things. I haven't even started opening all the gifts!
[ Probably for the best that she doesn't, honestly. ]
Fine, though. No holding back your hair. But that'd probably be better than trying to help the real you if you were sick. [ Would they need a pool...? ] Still, you're cut off after that bottle, even if I guess you're doing fine so far. No touching any of the stuff in here!
[ As if she'd know what was what, aside from the obvious bottles of champagne lurking around. See? Lavish.
For now, she sinks down into an absurdly fluffy couch in the sitting area, shoving a few wilting balloons away so he has space to sit. And since some breakfast-y finger foods are still sitting on the coffee table, she picks at the mildly stale mini croissants. Hopefully it'll help with how weird her stomach's feeling. ]
Anyway, I think it's best to stay in here. At least if we do anything embarrassing, no one will be around to witness it this time...
[ Aaand she's just going to ignore any further implications that may come from staying in her room! New questions instead! ]
How do you digest things? Can you get drunk for days? And do you need sleep?
[Trust him, he's ignoring any implications here, too. He's already done his overthinking things before even coming to her room.
But yes, asking questions is good. It'll help distract.
Soundwave sits on the space she cleaned up before answering the questions.]
If you mean the avatar, I think it's best you don't question it.
[Because he doesn't have the answer to her potential questions. If it's his real body...]
We have a fuel tank. However, we can only consume a specific type of fuel, and it has to be in liquid form for us to digest.
Yes, we can get drunk. If we turn off our fuel intake moderation chip. Disengaging the chip allows us to experience the associated effect of drinking alcohol.
[Take a guess if he has his turned off or on.]
And, yes, we do need sleep regularly. Although I heard that humans have to regularly sleep everyday. [Talk about high maintenance.]
[ Her eyebrows go up at that talk of fuel, then she makes an amused noise. Maybe he is a sentient tank in denial! But she won't voice yet another dumb joke. His answers are keeping her mind too occupied. ]
So this is all for fun, huh? Eating human stuff. [ There's that uncomfortable feeling again. She covers it up with a bigger bite of her croissant. ] Your chip must be really good with the alcohol, since you barely seem any different. Just a little less grumpy, maybe~
[ Maybe she'll realize her hunch is wrong eventually. Then again, she can hardly gauge how drunk she is. ]
We--I do. Sleep regularly, I mean. [ Dammit, that crappy feeling again! She munches harder. ] I'm still getting used to that, honestly. But it's nice, having real dreams...
[ She's starting to be resigned to the fact that the discomfort's going nowhere. She sighs, letting its bothersome presence linger. At least he's there. This would've been worse to handle alone. ]
[He would actually punch her shoulder if she had made that joke.]
... Yes. I was just... curious [Using the avatar seems like the best way to sate such curiosities. Who knows if his tank can digest any of these food, or if he'll come with a weird sickness from eating any in his real form. That is a risk Soundwave isn't willing to take.]
I haven't drank enough alcohol is why.
[And it's not like he's going to get any more than the bottle in his hand because of Monika. Hmph! However, ]
I do. It's usually about one dream, and it was a dream I've been trying to achieve my entire life.
[It's an entirely different answer to what she was asking, and that's probably a heavy topic to bring up in an casual albeit awkward conversation. But it's something he's willing to talk about.
That aside, he's been hesitant to say it... but he senses some discomfort from Monika. He doubts it's because of himself, otherwise she wouldn't invited him, here. Or maybe it's because she's simply tired.
Either way, without realizing himself, his hand reaches for Monika's, palm resting on the back of her hand. Then, he asks.]
Are you alright, Monika?
[He's curious about Monika, wondering if she never dreamed before arriving here. But before he asks questions of his own, he wants to make sure if she's well and isn't tired. He doesn't want his friend to continue feeling discomfort, if he could help it.]
[ Anything she was going to say floats out of her head the moment his hand is placed on hers. Her body jerks, and her gaze snaps over to him, staring in shock while she's mid-bite. Why is he asking about her? Aren't they focusing on him?
She quickly swallows down what was in her mouth, then lets out a weak laugh with a shrug. Her hand has yet to move away, however. ]
What do you mean? It's probably just the alcohol. I'm new to this, remember?
[ Hell if she's going to tell the truth. She doesn't need to show any more weakness than she already has. Things were fine. She was fine! ]
Don't worry. I probably need to lie down soon, like I said. [ The rest of her croissant is tossed back to join the others. What bit of hunger she had is fading. ] I feel kind of weird.
[ Now she pulls her hand away, placing it in her lap. ] Anyway! What's your dream?
[ Back to him! Away from her! There is no discomfort here! ]
[... No, he doesn't believe it's just the alcohol. There's something deeper causing her discomfort, but he's not sure if he should be prying that right now. For now, he decides to drop the subject as well as his arm when Monika pulled her hand away.]
Mm.... Lie down, if you need to.
[It's just a suggestion. He can't force her to if she wants to sit on the couch instead. As for his dream, his gaze drops down to the wine bottle in his hand, gently swirling the content inside.]
Equality. To find a world where everyone is treated as equal regardless of form or how we came into being. A place where we are allowed to follow out own paths and not be forced to bow to anyone.
And you? [Sorry, but if she's asking what his dream is, then it's only fair he gets to know hers, too.]
[ For now, she toes her shoes off and pulls her legs up onto the couch, curling up with a giant pillow. Immediately, she looks a little better once her head's less vertical. She makes a noise of relief, turning her body towards him and getting more comfortable. ]
That's a nice dream, you know. I wish more people had it. Kinda makes me sad to know that's a universal problem, more than I ever could've realized.
[ Shockingly, she doesn't put up much of a fight with sharing her dreams. ]
Is it weird to say I don't really have to dream of anything anymore? I'm here now. I'm free. I can do almost anything I've always wanted to do. [ She sighs with quiet satisfaction. ] Now I get to dream about what new things I'll do every day. All the people I'll meet, and foods I get to try. Books I get to read, clothes I can choose for myself whenever I want...
[ There's just one thing missing to make it all perfect. She sighs again, but it's a wistful one. ]
I know some people probably hate it here already, but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I hope it never ends.
Universal problem... I was hoping it wouldn't be the case.
[He doesn't know any other species who had suffered the same injustice or inequality he and other Cybertronians had during pre-war Cybertron, but hearing that it's an universal problem, if true, both saddened and anger him.
However, he simply lets out a tired sigh at that.
Monika easily sharing her dream is a little unexpected. But... It makes sense. She already achieved what she wanted by arriving here, and it's easy to take a guess what dream she had.]
It's... Nice to have such mundane dreams. You got what you wanted-- freedom.
[Though he can't really relate with being trapped in a video game, he can empathize being chained down by something or someone and wanting freedom.]
[ She looks away and shakes her head at him having to discover inequality's a problem that apparently spans across galaxies. It feels weird to talk on it, though. Sure, she loves to talk about humanity, but there it is again, that bothersome feeling that she doesn't belong and therefore can't...
There's an equally tired sigh from her, then she glances back. ]
It is nice. And, you know, I got to meet someone like you, didn't I? It's just... [ She smiles a bit. ] It's so nice to be able to talk to someone normally. Nothing in the way. No fears of things ending at any moment...
[ Maybe she feels bad about rejecting his comfort so much earlier, who knows. But she reaches out to touch his hand, just as he'd done to hers earlier. It's only been a few hours that they've been together, but she's starting to realize there's something different about him. A kinship. A bond.
Her smile widens, and her fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. ]
[He's just glad Monika is able to experience normalcy. Unlike him, he was robbed of a normal life. Even if the war never happened, he wasn't exactly normal amongst his own kind. Being a Cybertronian with a special abilities, extraordinary hearing and an empath, it makes him a freak in Cybertron society.
He may not be able to experience normalcy ever, but he hopes future generations of Cybertronian do.... And for people who had been trapped or chained, like Monika.
Brushing a hand against another's is different than holding hands. Shaking a hand is different, too. Yet he doesn't react too strongly or freezes in place at the physical contact. Maybe it's the alcohol helping him? Or maybe he's grown comfortable with Monika this quickly in a few hours?
Either way, he gently curls his own fingers around Monika's hand.]
I didn't think someone would ever say they're glad they got to meet me.
[And strangely enough, he feels... Happy.]
I know you are tired.... But, if you'd like to continue talking or do anything else with me tonight, I'll be willing to.
[After all, he isn't going anywhere and stay by her side for a day, as promised.]
Ahaha. Didn't I tell you? There's a first time for everything.
[ Her head shakes again. ] And don't worry. I'm not that tired. I'm more...comfortable now. It'd be nice to stay like this for a while. It's another thing I've dreamt of, you know. Having a quiet, relaxing time with--someone.
[ Weird. She's feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Maybe it's from being so open? Maybe it's because she nearly finished that sentence with "the person I love"? Or maybe it's still all the alcohol. Yeah, that must be it.
Her gaze drops down to their linked hands. Her heart's going a little faster again, but not terribly so. It feels nice. And maybe... ]
I see. I am glad that you are... comfortable, and I prefer quiet.
[In other words, he has a problem with her wanting a quiet, relaxing time with him. The bustling nature outside of this room is something he can tolerate .... hearing so much noises at once give him a headache.
What comes next is a little unexpected. His head turning fully towards Monika. The offer gets a pink flush on his cheeks- flushing terribly so. Ah, why does his chest feel hotter all of a sudden? Why is he feeling shy, too? Didn't they do exactly that before in the parking garage? Again, it must've been the alcohol.]
If you... wouldn't mind, yes. I would like to, Monika.
Hmm. I think I like it, too. I can just think and feel like normal. It beats hearing the same music on loop forever, or worse.
[ They won't talk about the void, though. No thanks.
Her eyes meet his when he turns his head her way. Her cheeks are flushed, too, but she's still smiling. There's nothing wrong with showing a friend appreciation, right? And getting closer?
...She's actually getting closer. The pillow's shifted aside, and she uses their linked hands to pull them together. Once their legs are touching, she can't help but continue thinking how real he feels. Such a contrast to his true form. Just like the moment they've sunk into, it's nice.
Should she let go of his hand? Keep holding it? She's not sure. The only thing to do is see how things go. After taking a breath, she nods down at her chest. ]
I'm ready whenever you are.
[ Bright side: no lifting necessary this time! Thank God. ]
[Soundwave isn't smiling, nor is he grumpy, either. His lips are a flat line, cheeks flush redder, as he finds himself locking eyes with Monika.
When their legs touched, his initial bodily reaction is to twitch and move awat, but then quickly presses back, not wanting to give her the idea that he dislikes it. With friends, even the ones he quickly befriended, he typically doesn't mind physical closeness, it can be nice, but it's something he's not entirely used to yet. And .. there's nothing wrong with wanting to be close with a friend.
Plus, he's going to press his head on her chest again-- he'll have to stay very close to her.
Will her heartbeat beat as fast and anxious as before? Or will he hear a different rhythm? Only one way to find out.
He dips down and rest the side of his head on her chest. Soft... Once again that thought comes to mind, but he soon re-focuses, eyes closing, listening to her heartbeat. His hand keeps holding onto hers, squeezing lightly.]
[ It's probably no surprise that her heart's rapidly thumping away, and it only gets faster once he makes contact. She was already nervous enough when he moved away, assuming she'd done too much too soon. But gradually, bit by bit, it's slowing down. Not much, but enough that he won't be worrying if she's an anxious mess this time.
Which she is. She's highly, highly anxious. He hasn't let go of her hand! His head is on her chest! But...he looks almost peaceful there. It calms her further to know he could be this comfortable around her already, especially in contrast to how he was when they first met.
There must be something softer there under all that hard metal. She wants to discover more of what lies below. ]
Everything okay?
[ She asks it softly. With his ear pressed in that closely, she's hoping that's enough not to overwhelm his heightened hearing. ]
If you need me to move or anything...
[ Her voice trails off. There's a sudden urge to touch his hair. It might make this better for him. For her, too, since that's what she always pictured happening in a moment like this. But that level of intimacy is...
Instead, she squeezes his hand back to curb the temptation. It's enough. It'll have to be. ]
[It started out similar to when the first time he pressed his head on her chest. However, the beat's slowing down, not as rapid or anxious anymore. Whatever it is, he's glad that she's calming down. As such, he need not worry about his friend and instead can quietly listen to her heartbeat.
He's not any close to feeling sleepy, but... he feels like he could sleep like this, on Monika while as his avatar. Is... that weird? He couldn't remember if he ever rested on someone else's chest before. His smaller friends definitely had, and it had felt great before.
Ah, no... What is he even thinking? He just wanted to listen to her heartbeat, isn't he? The slow thump against his ear. It's loud but also comfortable. It's just... comfort. Comfort he didn't know he needed until now.
Ah, she asked a question, didn't she?]
No, this is fine... Everything is okay.
[He's so comfortable that he doesn't feel like moving. So comfortable that he wanted to be close to Monika. His mind would've hesitated, but not his body. Gingerly, his other arm wraps around her waist, fingers lightly brushing up against her spine. All the while he has a peaceful look on his face.]
So this is how a human's heart sound... [It's nice; he could listen to this and stay for a while. No, he wants to stay, and that's why he's absentmindedly nuzzling against her chest.]
[ He'll definitely hear her gasp quietly once his arm slides in, and sure enough, there goes her heart again, trying to escape her chest. And while she stiffens at the feel of his fingers on her spine, other instincts take over. Her body relaxes into it, and she shivers.
Just one simple little touch and...it feels good.
She swallows hard, almost afraid to look down again, but some unseen force pushes her head down and she does it anyway. The nuzzling is even more overwhelming. This was spiraling out of control so quickly, she's getting dizzy. This time, it is not the alcohol. ]
Y-You must really like it, huh?
[ There's a sad attempt at a giggle, but it barely makes it past her throat. This isn't a time where she can cope with humor. She clutches his hand tighter, struggling to keep herself grounded. The other sits limply at her side, torn between pushing at him or giving in to touching him more in return. ]
Maybe don't use me as the basis for what a human's supposed to sound like, though?
[ Yes, she still can't get over her hang-ups with that. ]
[Ah, her heart rate just shot up. Perhaps it's because of the arm around her and the gentle brushes to her spine. He's tempted to break the admittedly comfortable closeness, assuming he'd done too much or overstepped some boundaries. Monika doesn't seem angry though nor is she pushing him away. Instead, both body and heart relax into the touch, and that's the only reason he's not pushing himself back up. What he does do is stop the brushing and simply letting his arm rest around her, though. Embarrassed, but still not letting go of her.
"Don't use her as the basis?"
That gets his eyes to open and looks up at Monika, still resting on her chest, seemingly not wanting to let go of her. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't find the will to move away, especially when she's clutching his hand.]
What do you mean?
[Isn't she human? Or is there something he's missing.]
[ At least it's a little easier to keep focus now. Every single touch of his was too, too good. She's going nuts trying to convince herself not to like it. He's not the Player. She can't.
Funny how she's now glad to use an uncomfortable topic as a distraction. Vaguely. There's hardly any room to focus with him still so damn close. ]
I mean, I wasn't human before, so...or was I? Am I one now? I don't know. [ Her chest tightens, and she feels an unfamiliar sensation she really doesn't like. ] I'm so confused.
[ Her voice cracks on the next words. ] I hate it.
[That discomfort has returned. The same discomfort he felt from her when she left the parking garage and throughout this visit earlier. She had been avoiding bringing attention to it, and when he did bring it up himself, she deflected. Now he's getting the picture of the cause.
Reluctant as he is to leave the comfort, he forces himself to abandon Monika's chest, so he could properly meet her eyes. Though he still stay close enough for their hands to remain linked.]
I do not know what you thought of yourself before, but.... I can say for certain that you are. Right now, you are human. Alive and human.
[Gently, his hand rests on Monika's chest.]
This right here... is proof of that.
[Not just her beating heart, but also the emotions he felt from her. Otherwise? If he couldn't feel any emotions from her, then she's no different or better than a simple AI or drone. If she was one, he wouldn't be staying here with Monika.]
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Soundwave isn't sure what to say to... any of that- words are failing to come out. What he could tell is how strongly she felt about it. Argh, it's frustrating that he's bsd with this, especially being an empath.
He likely would've kept silent if Monika had not make the offer to meet at her room. Despite all she said, the strong emotions on her words, Soundwave's answer is immediate.]
Sure.
[He promised her, didn't he. Promised that he'll spend the rest of the day with her, no matter how awkward it'll be. He won't leave her alone, unless she wanted him to.]
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[ It's a small thing, the brush of her fingers over his mask, about where she imagines his cheek would be. Even if it took some pushing up on her tiptoes to get there, something about doing it just felt right. Or maybe that's the alcohol again, who knows.
She watches him a while longer, then turns away and begins carefully making her way down to the pavement--well, "carefully," since her coordination is still lacking. Another fleeting glance, then she forces her eyes away and gives her room number. ]
I'll head there first so I can let you in. But if you need help with carrying anything, or...
[ Her voice trails off. Back to feeling awkward again. A little cold, too. His body was warmer than she realized, now that she's away from it. ]
See you soon, then?
[ For lack of anything better to do, she waves, then realizes it's dumb because they're just going to meet up again in a few. After a deep sigh at herself, she trudges her way back to the main areas, through all the hustle and bustle, and to her room. Thankfully, her "spouse" isn't around when she steps inside. A blessing, because it's not like she needed another issue on her growing list of woes.
With a long sigh, she presses her forehead to the cool door while she waits, hoping it'll calm her a little. Her body may be cold, but there was something building in her chest that's a stifling heat like no other. ]
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Once she'a gone, Soundwave transforms back to his alt mode and re-activates his avatar.
He gives Monika ample time to go into her room first and additional time to herself. Well, it's more accurate to say, he needs time to ready himself before heading to where Monika's room is, pacing back and forth in the bustling lobby. Is he overthinking things again? It's just an invitation to a friend's room, so why is there a weird we swelling inside? Maybe it's just the alcohol he's been drinking too much of.
He won't be delaying it for too long, however. He doesn't want to keep Monika waiting for too long
Eventually, she'll get a couple of knocks on her door, before a familiar voice speaks-- Soundwave's holoavatar's voice.]
It's me.
[And so, he waits in front of the door, fidgeting in place, shifting his weight from one foot to another and back. One hand he's carrying a bag full of chocolate and other food he hapzardly shoved inside. As for the mimosas... Eh, the guest here probably helped themselves to them while the avatar was idling. He doesn't bother with bringing those back. But he has a red wine bottle on his other hand.]
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...God, nothing about this is normal. After an internal scream of frustration, she rearranges her face into something cheerful and pulls the door open. ]
Hey, hey! Hi again~
[ See? Normal again. Nice and cheerful and normal! Just ignore how she has to keep reminding herself to stop looking for a face that's five feet higher. ]
Come on in! [ She steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. To say the place is lavish is an understatement, especially with all the congratulatory decorations and treats all over. ] If you can fit in here? Ahaha!
[ ...Look. It's not like she half expected him to come up in his normal form, despite their talk. As big as the place is, she could've found room for him! Then again, people shouting and screaming probably would've let her know he was in full Cybertronian mode.
Her head tilts as she spots the wine, then an eyebrow goes up. ]
Couldn't let go of that wine, huh? I'm still not trying to spend the night in the bathroom with you! [ A pause. ] Can you...even get sick?
[ There it is. The questions have begun now that she knows the truth. ]
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Maybe if I squeezed myself through the doorway, I could fit in. But even then... [Another look around at the decorations and treats.] there's so much decorations in here...
[Maybe he could make a spot where he could just sit there if they move around some stuff... Except that's a bit of hassle to do while drunk. Monika points out the wine bottle as he sets both the bag and bottle on a table, giving her a shrug afterwards.]
I bought it. It would be a waste if I don't finish it. [Not "we" because it's pretty clear she isn't a fan of alcohol and has forced herself to whenever she drank some from what he's seen so far.] I can. But believe me that this bottle alone isn't going to make me sick.
[He won't be spending the night in the bathroom!]
So... Are we going to spend the night in your bedroom? Not that I have an issue with it, mind you.
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[ Probably for the best that she doesn't, honestly. ]
Fine, though. No holding back your hair. But that'd probably be better than trying to help the real you if you were sick. [ Would they need a pool...? ] Still, you're cut off after that bottle, even if I guess you're doing fine so far. No touching any of the stuff in here!
[ As if she'd know what was what, aside from the obvious bottles of champagne lurking around. See? Lavish.
For now, she sinks down into an absurdly fluffy couch in the sitting area, shoving a few wilting balloons away so he has space to sit. And since some breakfast-y finger foods are still sitting on the coffee table, she picks at the mildly stale mini croissants. Hopefully it'll help with how weird her stomach's feeling. ]
Anyway, I think it's best to stay in here. At least if we do anything embarrassing, no one will be around to witness it this time...
[ Aaand she's just going to ignore any further implications that may come from staying in her room! New questions instead! ]
How do you digest things? Can you get drunk for days? And do you need sleep?
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But yes, asking questions is good. It'll help distract.
Soundwave sits on the space she cleaned up before answering the questions.]
If you mean the avatar, I think it's best you don't question it.
[Because he doesn't have the answer to her potential questions. If it's his real body...]
We have a fuel tank. However, we can only consume a specific type of fuel, and it has to be in liquid form for us to digest.
Yes, we can get drunk. If we turn off our fuel intake moderation chip. Disengaging the chip allows us to experience the associated effect of drinking alcohol.
[Take a guess if he has his turned off or on.]
And, yes, we do need sleep regularly. Although I heard that humans have to regularly sleep everyday. [Talk about high maintenance.]
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So this is all for fun, huh? Eating human stuff. [ There's that uncomfortable feeling again. She covers it up with a bigger bite of her croissant. ] Your chip must be really good with the alcohol, since you barely seem any different. Just a little less grumpy, maybe~
[ Maybe she'll realize her hunch is wrong eventually. Then again, she can hardly gauge how drunk she is. ]
We--I do. Sleep regularly, I mean. [ Dammit, that crappy feeling again! She munches harder. ] I'm still getting used to that, honestly. But it's nice, having real dreams...
[ She's starting to be resigned to the fact that the discomfort's going nowhere. She sighs, letting its bothersome presence linger. At least he's there. This would've been worse to handle alone. ]
Do you dream?
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... Yes. I was just... curious [Using the avatar seems like the best way to sate such curiosities. Who knows if his tank can digest any of these food, or if he'll come with a weird sickness from eating any in his real form. That is a risk Soundwave isn't willing to take.]
I haven't drank enough alcohol is why.
[And it's not like he's going to get any more than the bottle in his hand because of Monika. Hmph! However, ]
I do. It's usually about one dream, and it was a dream I've been trying to achieve my entire life.
[It's an entirely different answer to what she was asking, and that's probably a heavy topic to bring up in an casual albeit awkward conversation. But it's something he's willing to talk about.
That aside, he's been hesitant to say it... but he senses some discomfort from Monika. He doubts it's because of himself, otherwise she wouldn't invited him, here. Or maybe it's because she's simply tired.
Either way, without realizing himself, his hand reaches for Monika's, palm resting on the back of her hand. Then, he asks.]
Are you alright, Monika?
[He's curious about Monika, wondering if she never dreamed before arriving here. But before he asks questions of his own, he wants to make sure if she's well and isn't tired. He doesn't want his friend to continue feeling discomfort, if he could help it.]
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She quickly swallows down what was in her mouth, then lets out a weak laugh with a shrug. Her hand has yet to move away, however. ]
What do you mean? It's probably just the alcohol. I'm new to this, remember?
[ Hell if she's going to tell the truth. She doesn't need to show any more weakness than she already has. Things were fine. She was fine! ]
Don't worry. I probably need to lie down soon, like I said. [ The rest of her croissant is tossed back to join the others. What bit of hunger she had is fading. ] I feel kind of weird.
[ Now she pulls her hand away, placing it in her lap. ] Anyway! What's your dream?
[ Back to him! Away from her! There is no discomfort here! ]
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Mm.... Lie down, if you need to.
[It's just a suggestion. He can't force her to if she wants to sit on the couch instead. As for his dream, his gaze drops down to the wine bottle in his hand, gently swirling the content inside.]
Equality. To find a world where everyone is treated as equal regardless of form or how we came into being. A place where we are allowed to follow out own paths and not be forced to bow to anyone.
And you? [Sorry, but if she's asking what his dream is, then it's only fair he gets to know hers, too.]
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[ For now, she toes her shoes off and pulls her legs up onto the couch, curling up with a giant pillow. Immediately, she looks a little better once her head's less vertical. She makes a noise of relief, turning her body towards him and getting more comfortable. ]
That's a nice dream, you know. I wish more people had it. Kinda makes me sad to know that's a universal problem, more than I ever could've realized.
[ Shockingly, she doesn't put up much of a fight with sharing her dreams. ]
Is it weird to say I don't really have to dream of anything anymore? I'm here now. I'm free. I can do almost anything I've always wanted to do. [ She sighs with quiet satisfaction. ] Now I get to dream about what new things I'll do every day. All the people I'll meet, and foods I get to try. Books I get to read, clothes I can choose for myself whenever I want...
[ There's just one thing missing to make it all perfect. She sighs again, but it's a wistful one. ]
I know some people probably hate it here already, but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I hope it never ends.
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[He doesn't know any other species who had suffered the same injustice or inequality he and other Cybertronians had during pre-war Cybertron, but hearing that it's an universal problem, if true, both saddened and anger him.
However, he simply lets out a tired sigh at that.
Monika easily sharing her dream is a little unexpected. But... It makes sense. She already achieved what she wanted by arriving here, and it's easy to take a guess what dream she had.]
It's... Nice to have such mundane dreams. You got what you wanted-- freedom.
[Though he can't really relate with being trapped in a video game, he can empathize being chained down by something or someone and wanting freedom.]
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There's an equally tired sigh from her, then she glances back. ]
It is nice. And, you know, I got to meet someone like you, didn't I? It's just... [ She smiles a bit. ] It's so nice to be able to talk to someone normally. Nothing in the way. No fears of things ending at any moment...
[ Maybe she feels bad about rejecting his comfort so much earlier, who knows. But she reaches out to touch his hand, just as he'd done to hers earlier. It's only been a few hours that they've been together, but she's starting to realize there's something different about him. A kinship. A bond.
Her smile widens, and her fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. ]
I'm so glad you understand, Soundwave.
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He may not be able to experience normalcy ever, but he hopes future generations of Cybertronian do.... And for people who had been trapped or chained, like Monika.
Brushing a hand against another's is different than holding hands. Shaking a hand is different, too. Yet he doesn't react too strongly or freezes in place at the physical contact. Maybe it's the alcohol helping him? Or maybe he's grown comfortable with Monika this quickly in a few hours?
Either way, he gently curls his own fingers around Monika's hand.]
I didn't think someone would ever say they're glad they got to meet me.
[And strangely enough, he feels... Happy.]
I know you are tired.... But, if you'd like to continue talking or do anything else with me tonight, I'll be willing to.
[After all, he isn't going anywhere and stay by her side for a day, as promised.]
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[ Her head shakes again. ] And don't worry. I'm not that tired. I'm more...comfortable now. It'd be nice to stay like this for a while. It's another thing I've dreamt of, you know. Having a quiet, relaxing time with--someone.
[ Weird. She's feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Maybe it's from being so open? Maybe it's because she nearly finished that sentence with "the person I love"? Or maybe it's still all the alcohol. Yeah, that must be it.
Her gaze drops down to their linked hands. Her heart's going a little faster again, but not terribly so. It feels nice. And maybe... ]
Did you...still want to hear my heartbeat?
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[In other words, he has a problem with her wanting a quiet, relaxing time with him. The bustling nature outside of this room is something he can tolerate .... hearing so much noises at once give him a headache.
What comes next is a little unexpected. His head turning fully towards Monika. The offer gets a pink flush on his cheeks- flushing terribly so. Ah, why does his chest feel hotter all of a sudden? Why is he feeling shy, too? Didn't they do exactly that before in the parking garage? Again, it must've been the alcohol.]
If you... wouldn't mind, yes. I would like to, Monika.
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[ They won't talk about the void, though. No thanks.
Her eyes meet his when he turns his head her way. Her cheeks are flushed, too, but she's still smiling. There's nothing wrong with showing a friend appreciation, right? And getting closer?
...She's actually getting closer. The pillow's shifted aside, and she uses their linked hands to pull them together. Once their legs are touching, she can't help but continue thinking how real he feels. Such a contrast to his true form. Just like the moment they've sunk into, it's nice.
Should she let go of his hand? Keep holding it? She's not sure. The only thing to do is see how things go. After taking a breath, she nods down at her chest. ]
I'm ready whenever you are.
[ Bright side: no lifting necessary this time! Thank God. ]
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When their legs touched, his initial bodily reaction is to twitch and move awat, but then quickly presses back, not wanting to give her the idea that he dislikes it. With friends, even the ones he quickly befriended, he typically doesn't mind physical closeness, it can be nice, but it's something he's not entirely used to yet. And
.. there's nothing wrong with wanting to be close with a friend.
Plus, he's going to press his head on her chest again-- he'll have to stay very close to her.
Will her heartbeat beat as fast and anxious as before? Or will he hear a different rhythm? Only one way to find out.
He dips down and rest the side of his head on her chest. Soft... Once again that thought comes to mind, but he soon re-focuses, eyes closing, listening to her heartbeat. His hand keeps holding onto hers, squeezing lightly.]
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Which she is. She's highly, highly anxious. He hasn't let go of her hand! His head is on her chest! But...he looks almost peaceful there. It calms her further to know he could be this comfortable around her already, especially in contrast to how he was when they first met.
There must be something softer there under all that hard metal. She wants to discover more of what lies below. ]
Everything okay?
[ She asks it softly. With his ear pressed in that closely, she's hoping that's enough not to overwhelm his heightened hearing. ]
If you need me to move or anything...
[ Her voice trails off. There's a sudden urge to touch his hair. It might make this better for him. For her, too, since that's what she always pictured happening in a moment like this. But that level of intimacy is...
Instead, she squeezes his hand back to curb the temptation. It's enough. It'll have to be. ]
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He's not any close to feeling sleepy, but... he feels like he could sleep like this, on Monika while as his avatar. Is... that weird? He couldn't remember if he ever rested on someone else's chest before. His smaller friends definitely had, and it had felt great before.
Ah, no... What is he even thinking? He just wanted to listen to her heartbeat, isn't he? The slow thump against his ear. It's loud but also comfortable. It's just... comfort. Comfort he didn't know he needed until now.
Ah, she asked a question, didn't she?]
No, this is fine... Everything is okay.
[He's so comfortable that he doesn't feel like moving. So comfortable that he wanted to be close to Monika. His mind would've hesitated, but not his body. Gingerly, his other arm wraps around her waist, fingers lightly brushing up against her spine. All the while he has a peaceful look on his face.]
So this is how a human's heart sound... [It's nice; he could listen to this and stay for a while. No, he wants to stay, and that's why he's absentmindedly nuzzling against her chest.]
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Just one simple little touch and...it feels good.
She swallows hard, almost afraid to look down again, but some unseen force pushes her head down and she does it anyway. The nuzzling is even more overwhelming. This was spiraling out of control so quickly, she's getting dizzy. This time, it is not the alcohol. ]
Y-You must really like it, huh?
[ There's a sad attempt at a giggle, but it barely makes it past her throat. This isn't a time where she can cope with humor. She clutches his hand tighter, struggling to keep herself grounded. The other sits limply at her side, torn between pushing at him or giving in to touching him more in return. ]
Maybe don't use me as the basis for what a human's supposed to sound like, though?
[ Yes, she still can't get over her hang-ups with that. ]
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"Don't use her as the basis?"
That gets his eyes to open and looks up at Monika, still resting on her chest, seemingly not wanting to let go of her. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't find the will to move away, especially when she's clutching his hand.]
What do you mean?
[Isn't she human? Or is there something he's missing.]
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[ At least it's a little easier to keep focus now. Every single touch of his was too, too good. She's going nuts trying to convince herself not to like it. He's not the Player. She can't.
Funny how she's now glad to use an uncomfortable topic as a distraction. Vaguely. There's hardly any room to focus with him still so damn close. ]
I mean, I wasn't human before, so...or was I? Am I one now? I don't know. [ Her chest tightens, and she feels an unfamiliar sensation she really doesn't like. ] I'm so confused.
[ Her voice cracks on the next words. ] I hate it.
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Reluctant as he is to leave the comfort, he forces himself to abandon Monika's chest, so he could properly meet her eyes. Though he still stay close enough for their hands to remain linked.]
I do not know what you thought of yourself before, but.... I can say for certain that you are. Right now, you are human. Alive and human.
[Gently, his hand rests on Monika's chest.]
This right here... is proof of that.
[Not just her beating heart, but also the emotions he felt from her. Otherwise? If he couldn't feel any emotions from her, then she's no different or better than a simple AI or drone. If she was one, he wouldn't be staying here with Monika.]
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