There must be a future that we can choose

[iamtetsuo]

WHO: Tetsuo and YOU
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Plot Pull Plot
WHAT: Open Log for said plot
WARNINGS: Spoilers


[Those who know Tetsuo typically know him as a young man with black hair, typically dyed white with blue-frosted tips these days. Large forehead, very intense eyes when focused.

The kid wandering around now, lost and more than a little dazed, is most of these things. He's the exact same (entirely unchanged) height, if a little more muscular. He's also a silvery blue all over.

And he seems a lot more vacant than before, distracted by the weirdest things. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of his hand, and clench it closer to his body. Sometimes, he'll seem to just watch someone, most likely Kaneda, with a more mature kind of sadness than he should know how to feel. Sometimes he'll forget stuff about eating just because it's been a while since he had his body. His mind's just as easily miles away as it is in the moment. When he talks, he sounds humbler than he does even after death.

And when he first gets here.. he probably won't have clothing, so he'll need to borrow stuff.]


a; Wandering in a park.

[Light and life press down on him, overwhelming compared to the vast quiet.  This isn't Neo Tokyo- too green, too friendly, and yet it feels so jarringly dissonant that it's impossible to not immediately tell this is somewhere he's not supposed to be. Tetsuo stands still, a statue despite his small stature, marveling at the sensation of cold wind wrapping around him.

It's been a long time since he felt cold. He doesn't seem to care, reaching one hand up to catch a branch through his fingers - he has FINGERS now - eyeing a new leaf on it.

He can't see it now, but his head knows there's patterns there, intricate shapes woven together deeper and deeper through this leaf. He can't see it now, but the wind blowing it out of his grasp holds infinite possibilities, uncountable variables... but just one path it can ever take. He can't see any of this now, the way he's come to understand a world. And that's normal, he figures, this is how he should feel. No one's supposed to know what this tree is, anymore than the rocks or the sky.

He lets his hand drop, head tilted upwards to watch clouds drift lazily in scattered patches across a stretch of blue.

It's not enough, somehow.]

America... huh?

b; Nonah 05

[He's around less than usual, but Tetsuo's still claimed his spot here. If he's not sightseeing, he could be anything from lying on the couch with his eyes half-closed, mind a million miles away, curiously poking around as if he's never been here before, lying down in the back yard, or checking over his bike all over again for the novelty of it. Or messing around with rocks in the yard, levitating them in weird patterns for Tetsuo reasons.

One thing he's not doing is playing video games, or poking around at his comm. Actually, has he even touched his comm? Is he aware of how it works?]

c; Exploring

[Compared to so many other revelations in his life, this one barely seems weird. He's human. He's got a form. He can act again on a planet, instead of be. And you might find this weirdly spacey blue kid wandering the streets, checking into businesses just to see what they are.

Or you might see him getting waylaid by extremely interested natives with a million questions, or comments, and doing his best to get rid of the flock of people. Pushing through them doesn't seem to work. Telling them he's not interested also doesn't. Telling them off in harsher tones ALSO does nothing. Walking away ... nah. Taking off only gets phones trained on him.

He lands on a roof, or over the building to duck into the first place he sees just to be left alone.]


WILDCARD - feel free to throw up more starters or ask for a specific one.

Comments

[iamtetsuo]

[He does. With no knowledge of their feud, with no memory of the things he's done to her or her comm in the past, he hands his own over willingly.]

[deadtective]

[what a huge(?) mistake that is. as soon as she's got it in her hands Hazel's navigating first to the language settings because fuck that noise, and then to another function that she knows pretty damn well. as soon as she reaches wherever she wants to be she's holding the comm up, screen angled to encompass both of them.]

Look at the comm now.

[as soon as Tetsuo does, regardless of what his expression is, she's slamming down on the camera button and snapping a picture. at least Hazel is absolutely for certain smiling in it; let's just hope he didn't get caught mid-blink.]

[iamtetsuo]

Huh?

[There it is, a photo of a curious, generally attentive and mildly confused Tetsuo, and a smiling horrible troll Hazel Hashibami.

It's a pretty great photo.

It's nothing like how their usual interactions go at all. Like this, they look almost like sane,rational people taking a normal selfie. And to Tetsuo, this is like some form of, well, technological bullshit. HOW? THIS is the reaction that Hazel generally missed out on, when he was too hopped up on pain and drugs to even care. This is what it could have been, in a slightly better, or infinitely worse time. Because, back then, by the time he got the comm up he'd seen so much that he just figured it was something it did.

Weirder things had been happening.

But now, that it's showcased on its own, it's like some mild miracle.]

Wh- a photograph on the screen? How did you do that?

[deadtective]

[she just grins over at him, smile somehow even wider now that the picture's been snapped. does Hazel realize how singular and rare this experience she's having here is? it's difficult to tell with her. at the very least she seems to be enjoying herself in the here and now, and perhaps that's all that really matters.]

Camera function, dude.

[Hazel lowers the comm a little so she doesn't look like quite an asshole with it up that high, although it's still easy enough for her blue buddy to see.]

You can do a bunch of bullshit with it.

[case in point, as she talks she navigates easily to the gallery and sets the fresh selfie as Tetsuo's wallpaper. wow, amazing.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Well. He's intrigued. Tetsuo's hand's already reaching for it to play with. Do what you're going to do quick, Hashibami.]

Camera function? What else can it do?

[deadtective]

[she bats his hand away with some soft-spoken obscenity, but only long enough for her to snap a solo selfie and set it as his lock screen. it, too, is remarkably cheerful for Hazel.

buuuut she does give it over once that's set, mostly because she doesn't feel like playing keep away with a psychic today. maybe some other day, but not right now.]

A bunch of other bullshit. It's for talking with people and playing games and garbage like that.

[iamtetsuo]

This can do all that?

[He says, poking around on it. Thanks to a quick language setting swap.. none of this is actually legible, robbing him of most of his chance of making heads or tails of what he's looking at.]

Eh? It's all in English...

[deadtective]

[it takes an awful lot of emotional restraint to keep even a hint of the mirth boiling on the inside from sneaking out. Hazel somehow manages it, sweeping all that wayward energy into a big shrug.]

's America, dude. Shit's gonna be in English.

[iamtetsuo]

But I can't read it.

[Like giving a lamb to a hungry tiger, he hands the comm back to Hazel.]

Here.

[deadtective]

[and she takes it with heavily disguised glee, masking it under an eyeroll and a very put-upon expression.]

What, you want me to read to you or something?

[iamtetsuo]

I dunno. Maybe. It's no use to me like this.

[deadtective]

I dunno, it might make a nice paperweight.

[as she's talking with him, weighing the pros and cons of acquiring a nursing home reading aide at a young age, Hazel's also fiddling around with his comm. hope you enjoy being signed up for like ten different automated daily trivia text bots, future-past!Tetsuo.]

[iamtetsuo]

[I'm sure no bad will come of this.]

I don't need anything like that...

[Waaaait a minute.]

Anyway, it's mine, right? I knew what the password was. You sure it can't be in Japanese or something?

[deadtective]

You can look up sites and shits that were in Japanese to begin with, but other than that? Shit out of luck, sorry.

[no, definitely not. nor is signing him up for bath and body newsletters.]

The fucking government gave these things to us, I dunno what you're expecting.

[iamtetsuo]

I don't understand. Site?

[deadtective]

Yeah, you know...like a web page?

[she flicks the screen to some Japanese video that had conveniently been popping up in her suggestions for a while since subscribing him to cat facts and daily kitty wallpapers.]

You'd watch shit like this all the time, it was kind of weird.

[iamtetsuo]

[What's probably weird is the absolutely fascinated way he stares at the video for a while.]

So this is... a web page? But it's just cats.

[deadtective]

[well...Kaneda had said he secretly liked kitties...]

Yeah, but they're cats like fifteen fucking million miles away.

[iamtetsuo]

[Kaneda's not wrong, but it's a little complicated. However.]

What? ... wait, you're saying this is actually from Japan?

[deadtective]

Yeah. It's a live feed or fucking whatever.

[of...cats playing in a house based on a phone app. ok there folks.]

[iamtetsuo]

So this is like a TV.

[These cats got ten times better, just like that.]

[deadtective]

I guess? But you can leave comments about it, too.

[Tetsuo.......]

[iamtetsuo]

[Look he's from the future a la 1988, don't expect technological miracles that isn't biological HORROR.]

What? How's that work?

[deadtective]

[THEY HAD TVS IN THE 80S THOUGH DON'T START WITH THAT BULLSHIT]

What, did you think the keypad was for fucking show? You just type it in.

[iamtetsuo]

[HE KNEW WHAT A TV WAS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM. It can take a live video feed, ergo it's like a TV, c'mon.]

....

[Anyway. He's just gonna.. reach for it now.]