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Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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[She’ll focus on that time: It’s cold, exploring the ruins of an old world dam’s overflow basin. Her focus picks up intact data on a device, so she scans it. It auto-plays.]

He was trying to put everyone in a bunker?

[You dedicate a day to developing a better relationship with your sister and look what happens.]

....you guys are reaaaaaal hard up for music, huh?

And I was, yes.

This is why Sacrifice is not allowed to be in charge and why Protectiveness has a leash.

Sort of. I have a friend who loves it, though - says it makes him want to punch things.

Is there a typical restraint we could get in place on Sacrifice, too?

[Considers.] I can see it.

Sacrifice usually doesn't have much presence. Its the Corruption that's giving him so much influence. Get rid of that and he'll be naturally balanced out by me and Selfishness.

I think musicians back then were pretty discontent. I ended up finding another band’s equipment scattered in the strangest places to get back at someone.

Right, the corruption. I was able to shock some tentacles earlier, so I was going to try adding shock to a spear.

Really? Most musicians seem to care a lot about their stuff.

Do you have a power source?

[Mm.] The “Golden Toucans” had some kind of falling out with a ‘promotional company.’ Hid these light ornaments all over just ahead of some sort of event.

I - think I need another one. I used the battery I had already.

Light ornaments? Peculiar, usually the talent wouldn't be in charge of that sort of thing.

The smaller karaoke machines should have batteries.

[Heading over to the smaller machines.]

Someone had to be, didn't they?

[She's following, and getting her tools out.]

Yes. Roadies and assistants and the like.

[He's pulling up a karaoke machine and now the music changes to something from a musical. Because this boy has a range of his taste.]

[He'll hold it out to her.] You can come back after Sacrifice is taken care of. Unless the scenario ends, I don't know how long you guys will be here.

But this is the Relations room if you want to read up some stuff.

[She stops and listens to the music. Woah, is that actually good singing? That's what it's supposed to be like? But, then he's presenting a battery. She'll accept it, with a grateful nod.]

I don't know how long either. If I had my focus, I'd scan the files and review them on my own time. But - how about I take a minute, and we can check up on Raphael and your father?

[Yes. Yes it is.]

[He'll have to show her his Ipod.]

Ooooh, not sure I like that idea. My archives are my archives, downloading them sounds very ill advised. [Listen, he's open to sharing, BUT THAT'S A LOT OF SHARING.]

Raph and dad?

Good point. Someone did pull all the data on my focus before. I think it would've been less awkward if he didn't also use it to track and eavesdrop on me.

[Trying to relate. She'll make a little face, and nod.]

Raph and dad, please.

I'm guessing he wasn't a friend? [Because that's just what you do with friends-]

I'm also not sure how well that works in this space anyway. It may only work because I have a few different neural connectors in my brain.

What about them? You want their files?

There were a few times I planned on using my spear on him. But I think we're figuring out how to trust each other.

[She'll pause, and sort of point at his head.]

Literal neural connectors, or metaphorically?

And yes, please. I'll read their files, and not attempt to download anything.

Literal. That's how I operate the battleshell with the arms. [She's probably seen it in Robin's Egg.]

Ah...

[He pauses, considers.] If you want. [He'll go over to the computer console.] Any particular reason?

You're not worried that could malfunction? [Making a lot of mental notes to bring things up to Donnie later, from this.]

I'd like to understand how the two of you work together. And...parents are important to me. To the culture I was raised around.

Of course not. I thoroughly tested them before I put them in my own head.

Parents are very important.

...all right.

Just.

Read all of dad's before you make a judgement call.

Parents are important.

[She starts to raise a hand, like she'll reach out to put it on his shoulder. But she stops and drops it.]

...Parents are also complicated.

Parents are important and complicated. [There is a very agreeing nod.]

[He touches the keyboard and the screen moves from the moments acting as a screensaver to instead display a multitude of icons. Largely of people's faces and their names, but there's also things like 'Dr. Feelings Therapy Notes, and 'Emotional April Talks'.]

[Peering around him and murmuring.]

Emotional April talks?

Emotions are complex and confusing, but April is great at simplifying it into points I can understand.

Oh.

[April is great, everyone should meet April, huh?]

You two must be close.

April is my best friend.

I'm glad for you two. It's seems nice to have a friend.

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