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maskormenacelogs2014-07-02 10:08 am
blondtactician) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-02 10:08 am
hopeful hearts are moving targets [open]
WHO: Armin Arlert and YOU.
WHERE: All over Heropa.
WHEN: 7/1 - 7/7 or so
WHAT: this loser going places doing things talking to people
WARNINGS: possible discussion of canon/spoilers, descriptions of anxiety/PTSD
7/1 - Tuesday Afternoon at the Library - Closed to Skye
[Armin doesn't know much about computers, and there's a lot to know. He has the basics down, at least, and can use google and Wikipedia like a seasoned pro. He even surfs all the messages from imPorts on his free time, attempting to learn more. But he could hardly be called an expert, especially considering most kids his age have grown up using it.
The woman set up her laptop and was using the Wi-Fi and technically it's against policy to bother people about that, even if they're vagrants just hoping to have a wank by streaming porn. Right to privacy laws are pretty restrictive. Still, Armin can't help but wonder what she's up to - glancing at a screen full of numbers that didn't seem like anything most people got up to here.
Couple that with the numerous complaints from other patrons that the bandwidth was all being used and he found himself wondering.
On his break, Armin sits himself down next to Skye, and says,] Hey. I won't kick you out of here for doing that if you'll show me how.
7/2 - Wednesday Afternoon at the Library - closed to Sansa
[Armin recognizes the red-haired girl from seeing her around on the network. At the time she'd been dressed as a noblewoman. Armin's own dislike for monarchy had made him hesitant to help her, even though, he assumed, she was probably as confused by this place as he'd been at first. After skimming those messages, he'd determine she wasn't in need of his help, as many imPorts offered her insights. He'd been struck at the time by how collected and capable she seemed, but promptly put it out of his mind. Armin had plenty of other things to worry about that month.
Still, she seems to be looking around, and Armin is an assistant to the librarians here. He approaches her and offers a polite smile.] Is there something you're looking for, miss?
7/3 - Thursday evening at the Mall - closed to Kotetsu
[It's just an ordinary day at a local shopping mall. Armin tries to avoid the crowds when he can, but he couldn't resist a rather impressive sale on skin care products he'd wanted to try. Plus, it would be better to get all of this sort of thing out of the way before the weekend and holiday hit, something he's very much not looking forward to. It still strikes him as ironic that anything involving a war or conflict would be celebrated by what sounded like artillery rounds, but there are some things Armin's made peace with not understanding.
He's in a fairly good mood as he heads out the door, when a loud, bright explosion of noise sounds off in the entryway he's headed out. Without a second thought, Armin hits the deck, diving behind a potted plant as some young men about his age set off a chain of firecrackers.
The smell of fire and gunpowder. A loud commotion, and people frightened. It's only for a few moments - and the boys are quickly chased out of the mall for their dangerous disruption - but Armin can't bring himself down from the spurt of adrenalin that's surged through him.
He's sick to his stomach, afraid, and can't think straight. He's shaking too badly even to get out his cell phone and call someone for help, so he just sits there, his hands over his ears. He dropped his bag, too, one of its bottles rolling slowly away.]
Saturday morning on the Bus - 7/5 - OPEN to the first reply
[It's early morning and already starting to get hot. Armin is reading a huge hardback volume he has to rest gently on the seat in front of him, his ears covered by headphones blasting something loud and guitar-heavy. He's perfectly contented in his own little world until the bus lurches to a stop, and a team of police officers swarm the bus, hauling off a screaming suspect in hand cuffs. A scene plays out on the side of the road as he struggles.
Armin glances to his cell phone for the time. It's too far for him to get to work on his own at this rate. Nothing left to do but hope things are resolved quickly. He pulls off his headphones, trying to hear what's going on a little better.]
What is going on....
Sunday - 7/5 - OTA
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!
Monday Afternoon at an Indian Restaurant - 7/6 - CLOSED to Jean
[There's something about buffets that always both awe and depress Armin a little bit. So much food, freely available for cheap, and all of it delicious. It would be easy to eat oneself sick. But seeing the locals waddle over to the ice cream machine for yet another cup of vanilla mango swirl can put a damper on one's appetite. Still, Armin enjoys this place, happily situated between both the library and Jean's place of employment. Much of the cuisine from the continent of Asia avoid dairy, a boon for Armin's delicate stomach.
He's happy to see Jean - technically, he ambushed the guy and insisted on taking him to lunch - even if he's still getting used to spending time with his friends in these sort of contexts. There's something about the electric lights, the tinny, ever-present music that makes it all seem surreal. Armin sops up some curry with a corner of naan, glancing up at his friend.]
So. What have you been up to?
WHERE: All over Heropa.
WHEN: 7/1 - 7/7 or so
WHAT: this loser going places doing things talking to people
WARNINGS: possible discussion of canon/spoilers, descriptions of anxiety/PTSD
7/1 - Tuesday Afternoon at the Library - Closed to Skye
[Armin doesn't know much about computers, and there's a lot to know. He has the basics down, at least, and can use google and Wikipedia like a seasoned pro. He even surfs all the messages from imPorts on his free time, attempting to learn more. But he could hardly be called an expert, especially considering most kids his age have grown up using it.
The woman set up her laptop and was using the Wi-Fi and technically it's against policy to bother people about that, even if they're vagrants just hoping to have a wank by streaming porn. Right to privacy laws are pretty restrictive. Still, Armin can't help but wonder what she's up to - glancing at a screen full of numbers that didn't seem like anything most people got up to here.
Couple that with the numerous complaints from other patrons that the bandwidth was all being used and he found himself wondering.
On his break, Armin sits himself down next to Skye, and says,] Hey. I won't kick you out of here for doing that if you'll show me how.
7/2 - Wednesday Afternoon at the Library - closed to Sansa
[Armin recognizes the red-haired girl from seeing her around on the network. At the time she'd been dressed as a noblewoman. Armin's own dislike for monarchy had made him hesitant to help her, even though, he assumed, she was probably as confused by this place as he'd been at first. After skimming those messages, he'd determine she wasn't in need of his help, as many imPorts offered her insights. He'd been struck at the time by how collected and capable she seemed, but promptly put it out of his mind. Armin had plenty of other things to worry about that month.
Still, she seems to be looking around, and Armin is an assistant to the librarians here. He approaches her and offers a polite smile.] Is there something you're looking for, miss?
7/3 - Thursday evening at the Mall - closed to Kotetsu
[It's just an ordinary day at a local shopping mall. Armin tries to avoid the crowds when he can, but he couldn't resist a rather impressive sale on skin care products he'd wanted to try. Plus, it would be better to get all of this sort of thing out of the way before the weekend and holiday hit, something he's very much not looking forward to. It still strikes him as ironic that anything involving a war or conflict would be celebrated by what sounded like artillery rounds, but there are some things Armin's made peace with not understanding.
He's in a fairly good mood as he heads out the door, when a loud, bright explosion of noise sounds off in the entryway he's headed out. Without a second thought, Armin hits the deck, diving behind a potted plant as some young men about his age set off a chain of firecrackers.
The smell of fire and gunpowder. A loud commotion, and people frightened. It's only for a few moments - and the boys are quickly chased out of the mall for their dangerous disruption - but Armin can't bring himself down from the spurt of adrenalin that's surged through him.
He's sick to his stomach, afraid, and can't think straight. He's shaking too badly even to get out his cell phone and call someone for help, so he just sits there, his hands over his ears. He dropped his bag, too, one of its bottles rolling slowly away.]
Saturday morning on the Bus - 7/5 - OPEN to the first reply
[It's early morning and already starting to get hot. Armin is reading a huge hardback volume he has to rest gently on the seat in front of him, his ears covered by headphones blasting something loud and guitar-heavy. He's perfectly contented in his own little world until the bus lurches to a stop, and a team of police officers swarm the bus, hauling off a screaming suspect in hand cuffs. A scene plays out on the side of the road as he struggles.
Armin glances to his cell phone for the time. It's too far for him to get to work on his own at this rate. Nothing left to do but hope things are resolved quickly. He pulls off his headphones, trying to hear what's going on a little better.]
What is going on....
Sunday - 7/5 - OTA
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!
Monday Afternoon at an Indian Restaurant - 7/6 - CLOSED to Jean
[There's something about buffets that always both awe and depress Armin a little bit. So much food, freely available for cheap, and all of it delicious. It would be easy to eat oneself sick. But seeing the locals waddle over to the ice cream machine for yet another cup of vanilla mango swirl can put a damper on one's appetite. Still, Armin enjoys this place, happily situated between both the library and Jean's place of employment. Much of the cuisine from the continent of Asia avoid dairy, a boon for Armin's delicate stomach.
He's happy to see Jean - technically, he ambushed the guy and insisted on taking him to lunch - even if he's still getting used to spending time with his friends in these sort of contexts. There's something about the electric lights, the tinny, ever-present music that makes it all seem surreal. Armin sops up some curry with a corner of naan, glancing up at his friend.]
So. What have you been up to?
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That reminds me, um, you should sign up for a library card. You'll need it to borrow the books, though it's free to come in and read while the library's open. If you have ID, I'll set you up, and then I'll show you how to find your way around in here.
[Assuming that goes smoothly, Armin will move right on to explaining how to search for a book on the computer and find it on the shelves, and suggesting a few thick volumes of 'brief' histories of Russia and the United States.]
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[ She has a small purse at her side containing the ID that she was given upon arriving here. She wasn't used to carrying it with her, given that they didn't have such things in her own world. She fishes the ID card out of her purse and holds it up proudly. ]
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Right! We have a paper form for this you can fill out by hand, but it's faster and you'll be registered right away if you fill it out over here on the computer...
no subject
Oh, um...
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[Armin brings up the registration form, and quickly fills it out from what he remembers from her identification. It's dangerously simple, really, but library card fraud isn't quite as rampant as one might worry.]
You can also use this card to borrow the computers here, and there are things like typing websites that can help you become more familiar with it. The problem with doing it here in the library is that sometimes vagrants come in here to access porn, and we're not supposed to do anything about it...
That reminds me, are you planning to attend school in the fall?
no subject
[ She steps aside and watches over his shoulder as he fills out the form. The mention of porn makes her eyes widen slightly and her cheeks flush. ]
O-oh, I see.
Yes, they gave me some information on the school system here when I arrived.
no subject
Schools also have libraries. Smaller than this one, and they're allowed to limit what material is available, but they'll have computers. Some schools have classes to help teach you how to type and such too, which you might want to look into. To be perfectly frank, I've found the curriculum at the schools to be rubbish.
But it will give you perspective on what we're expected to know, and on the social hierarchy here.
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They want to limit what young people are allowed to know because they think we'll get into too much trouble, or we'll rebel against the status quo when we see that it's unjust. That's my theory, at least.
[Armin frowns a little and returns his attention to the screen, clicking a few more boxes.] Do you mind letting me see your ID? It's just for your address and so on.
It's kind of ironic for me to say this after what I just said, but the library needs your information.
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As different as this world is from my own, that seems to be the same.
[ She gives a slight shake of her head. It's a lot to take into consideration. ]
no subject
Wherever people go, there's fear. And where there's fear, some will let fear govern. They don't even realize they've let it into their daily lives, shaping all their thoughts and actions.
So... I'll get you a library card. And you and I will educate ourselves, because most of the time that's an effective way to fight it.
[Of course, sometimes knowing too much is frightening, too. Armin hands her back her ID, smiling faintly.]