I woke up with the power out

[alsohawkeye]

CHARACTERS: Kate Bishop, Simon Monroe, Katniss Everdeen, others tbd
LOCATION: Around!
WARNINGS: tbd
SUMMARY: A catch-all for plot logs and maybe November, too.
NOTES: I might add some open scenarios to this top post a bit later, but for now drop me a pm or a plurk or just throw in a starter if you want something!



[ I may edit this in a bit to throw in some open scenarios, for now just putting up starters for the things that have already been discussed. ]

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[revivalism]

Simon acknowledges the apology with a nod. He's not quite sure what else to do with it. No one has ever apologized for aiming a deadly weapon at him, and not because it's never happened before.

(It's also never been a bow and arrow. Who even uses those anymore?)

"Worse than bloody hands and nineteen headed things," he says—not a question, more a what is my life anymore, other than not quite a life. He takes a sideways step away from the mural, distancing himself from the discomfort the only way he can. "It wasn't like this when I came in. There was something else."

[alsohawkeye]

"Did you change it? Or did it just--?" Kate hasn't had her mural appear before her eyes yet, so Simon's claim just gets her brow furrowed in confusion. It doesn't look like wet paint-- none of them ever do as far as she's seen. But the mural changing on its own isn't beyond belief, either.

She sets the tip of the bow on the ground, not leaning any weight on it but resting the weapon instead of keeping it dangling. (Cool people still use them, obviously. The coolest.) She gives his mural another long look now that he's stepped back, taking in the knife, among other details. "Have you been in the halls?" She turns back to him with the question.

[revivalism]

Simon shakes his head at both questions: he doesn't know what it just, but it did just something, and he's never been out in the hallways. "I read someone's report about the unexplored parts of the ship," he offers, assuming that's what she means by halls. The report said something about time-sensitive medical conditions being rendered unpredictable out there, and he hasn't been interested in testing that.

He tightens his tie and straightens his sleeves, channeling his natural nervous fidgeting into something less recognizable as such.

"Are they holograms?"

[alsohawkeye]

"I don't think so," Kate says but she's still squinting at it and her voice lilts up just a touch too much at the end of the phrase. "It's hard to say for sure about anything around here," she admits after a moment, "But the holograms in the holodecks aren't interactive. You can't touch them or anything. But these-- at least the other ones I've seen-- you can feel them, you can scratch paint flecks off. So I think it's something else."

She doesn't approach any closer; he can touch this one for himself if he likes.

"Some sort of hallucination is a popular theory," she says. At least it's popular with her, if 'popular' can encompass something being found deeply unsettling. "It's a theory for pretty much everything around here."