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Who: Mosley (

complices), England (

unionjackoff) and some surprise guests.
When: OOC: 1/6, IC: 5/3 at 10 PM
Where: The research tower, where nothing ever bad happens ever.
What: England's been hired by CERES as a Test Subject. They've finally come to collect.
Rating/Warning: Heavy gore and death. This log is the product of player and mod contact. Please feel free to contact the mods at any time if you would like to interact with the NPCs. We're always open!

[ At night, the research tower is a beaming beacon of light in the middle of a rather dark district. The surrounding buildings power down and with the medical facility and the police department being just a bit too far away, it leaves the tower as one of the only open buildings during the evening within a wide span of city blocks. To some, this is a reassuring sight. To others, it is not.

As scheduled with England, Mosley will be one of the lone figures in the lobby of the research tower this evening with most of the staff having gone home hours before. Instead of standing and waiting by the elevators as is typical of him, he is sitting on top of the reception desk, legs crossed and swinging underneath him as he waits. The only sound in the lobby is the slight buzzing of the lights overhead and the steady thump of his feet hitting the back of the desk. He seems to be busy with his CereVice.

The other figure in that lobby tonight is a reception-bot, sitting behind Mosley at the desk and staring straight at the door. Once in a while, it glances towards Mosley but otherwise keeps staring at the door. They both seem to be waiting for something. ]

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[England leans back in his seat, staring out ahead at the light that is becoming bigger and brighter the closer they get]

Well, you certainly know a lot about me. Since that's part of your job. But all I know about you is that you work for CERES. Did you work anyplace else before that?

I wasn't employed, no. Honestly, there really isn't anything about my life before CERES to tell. It's unimportant.

[ As they get closer, it'll become even more obvious that the doorway is wide enough for the golf cart. Mosley quickly drives right into it as they get there before making a sharp turn and suddenly the two of them are driving through... the dirt? The hall is square in shape with rows of lamps hanging overhead, the structure around them all dug out of the walls -- similar to that of a mine shaft. Actually, exactly like that of a mine shaft.

As Mosley turns it becomes even more obvious that they're going down and at an angle. Just a slow spiral downwards to... wherever they're going, it seems. ]

[these sharp turns are incredibly jarring. England vaguely wonders if Mosley is doing it on purpose, to disorient him. not a bad tactic. or, it could just be that Mosley only knows how to do things sharp]

I wouldn't consider life before CERES unimportant. [he braces himself again once they start going down] But if you don't want to talk about that, then what about hobbies? What do you do for fun, or to relax?

[ Definitely that last one. ]

I build model sailboats. [ He pauses for a moment, considering. ] I think I would like to build a real sailboat one day but we'll see.

[ And then a loud clanking noise again as he... laughs. ]

Statistically, I will most likely die first. Hah! Haha.

[oh. okay then. he shifts uncomfortably at the laugh, even though he finds the idea of Mosley building model sailboats fascinating.

if Mosley wanted to stop England from asking anymore questions about him, though, he's succeeded. because... how do you follow that? England's not going to argue with him, at first, because death is highly likely in Cerealia, and Mosley has already said that the beings here that weren't code couldn't be brought back to life.

...but Mosley isn't human. he's some sort of machine, an android maybe? so even if this body... passed on, couldn't they upload his hard drive or memory stick or whatever into another body?] ...Are you capable of death?

[......well, after saying it, England thinks it sounds rude. he doesn't have a problem with being rude to people he dislikes, but he is trying to get on Mosley's good side! the last thing he wants to do is offend him]

[ At his question, Mosley looks over at England, expression blank and unreadable before he looks back to the road. His fingers tap against the steering wheel a few times as he lets that question sink in. ]

Why wouldn't I be capable of death, Mr. England?

[dammit. he should have kept his mouth shut. might as well come clean with what he knows. he sighs, his stomach doing flip-flops]

Because. Back when you were going to give my group a tour of the CERES building, you suddenly became ill. You vomited up motor oil.

[ For a moment, Mosley slows the cart and closes his eyes. His expression stays blank but it's obvious something about England's tone has upset him. In the next moment, his eyes open again and he speeds up, focusing on the road in front of them. ]

Because being sick is the same thing as dying. Wonderful to know. Are you going to fault me for being fallible, Mr. England? I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not all knowing, all seeing, and immortal. There are things that I deal with and that scare me too but you know what I do? I deal with it and I make the best out of a bad situation. Maybe the rest of you should learn to do that too.

[ Seems like he's not just talking about vomiting motor oil anymore. ]

Edited (words are hard :'() 2016-01-29 01:04 (UTC)

[that... was not the answer England was expecting. he was thinking that Mosley might argue with him about not being human. but. he didn't say anything like that at all.

and suddenly England wonders if he's made a mistake. no, no. Mosley couldn't be human. but... perhaps he is not entirely machine either. England's not the brightest when it comes to technology, and being in Cerealia has opened up the possibilities of there being other creatures in the universe, like aliens, and monsters, and androids.

...if Mosley can get sick then surely he could die. right? augh! England is now more confused than ever. all the things he's seen and heard of in the past six months, one would think that he'd know better before jumping to conclusions]

My apologies. [he finally says, keeping his eyes forward. and he means it. he hadn't been questioning Mosley's character. all he'd wanted to know was what Mosley was, but now is not the right time to ask]

[ Mosley doesn't say anything in reply, instead he just keeps driving them along. Deeper and deeper they go!

This is kind of awkward, isn't it? ]

[very awkward. England realizes that he's blown it now. trying to get Mosley on his side was an unmistakable failure.

and the thing is... England feels bad about it. he barely knows Mosley, and has only really dealt with him on a business level. to find out he's sick and dying when England thought he was a robot... well, it's sad. and England doesn't know how to fix what little of a relationship they had. he's not the type to beg for forgiveness, and even if he was, he's certain that would not work.

so he'll continue to keep his mouth shut and instead focus on what is possibly going to happen to him next]

[ Sick and dying is a bit of a leap, England, but Mosley can't explain if you don't ask! Instead, driving! He keeps driving and brings them deeper and deeper.

After a moment, he checks his watch, stills, and then speeds up the golf cart. They have to pick up the pace. ]

[England jumps to all of the conclusions ALL AT ONCE.

and oh, they've sped up. it's just as well, probably should get this awkward ride over with]

I wonder what sorts of animals live down here. [he's mostly musing to himself aloud, seeing if Mosley will talk to him again]

[ And he does! Back to the usual state of things, of course. ]

Rats. Worms. Parasites. Try not to let anything bite you, we haven't created enough vaccines yet.

[ Drive, drive, drive! ]

[oh. a response]

So no gigantic mole aliens, huh? What a let-down. [he's back to his light tone] You know, back when I was living on earth, I would have sworn up and down that aliens didn't exist. It was quite the eye-opener, coming here, seeing them on a regular basis.

[ They're getting lower and lower now and while it might not be completely noticeable at first, the land is slowly flattening out in front of them. Mosley makes no indication of surprise and instead keeps talking just as casually as before (if the before could even be called casual, really.) ]

What in the world are moles? Wait, don't answer that. I'll look it up.

[ He does look to England at the alien part, looking a tiny bit confused. ]

Why wouldn't you believe they exist?

[England heaves another sigh, tilting his head upwards]

I just didn't. Probably because I couldn't see them. [he sounds... sheepish as he admits this] Back in my world, I was so busy taking care of myself and my people, I didn't have time to think about life on other planets. And now that I'm here...

[ Mosley keeps driving but as he does, he shuffles his sleeve down a little to check the watch on his wrist for the time. 11:38. He speeds up, pretty determined to get them... somewhere quite soon. ]

It's easier to believe in something once you see it with your own my eyes. My people believed the only thing you could trust were your own thoughts and your own senses. Everything else fell by the wayside. It isn't a bad way to live, Mr England.

[ They're coming to normal ground now, turning from the mineshaft to a small tunnel that is... mostly rock? Rock with weeds growing out of the cracks in the wall. Lit torches line the walls as they pass and Mosley seems satisfied. They continue driving. ]

[Mosley's people... huh. curious! England wants to ask him about his people, and where he lived before. but considering their previous conversation, and how he screwed that up, he decides against it. he'll continue with the topic they are currently on]

I certainly seemed to think it wasn't. [England looks around again, interested in the new tunnel] I was still fascinated by other worlds and the possibility of alternate timelines and universes, but I viewed those as stories. I think... If I am ever able to go back home... I'll be a much more open-minded person, because of what I've seen here.

[ Mosley seems amused at England's response to that and gives him a sharp grin in reply before looking back to the road. The tunnel continues to go on but it's not nearly as long as the last one. Still, they have a bit of driving left to do. ]

Well, that's if you remember it, of course.

[ Now, why in that world is that thought so funny to Mosley? ]

[why indeed? England is... a bit unsettled by those words]

Why... wouldn't I?

[ Mosley just gives an amused shake of his head and carries on as if this is all quite... normal. ]

You really thought CERES would let you keep those memories for free? You have to buy the rights first, Mr. England.

Edited 2016-02-05 20:33 (UTC)

[that... puzzles him. not the fact that CERES is so cheap as to sell memories, but] ...Why wouldn't they want us to keep our memories of what happened here? I would think it would be good for business.

Yes, because people wanting to purchase our product in universes where our product is inaccessible is definitely good for business. CERES hasn't yet expanded its reach into other universe -- we're certainly trying, it's part of the long term plan, but for now letting you keep your memories and therefore, losing profit, is not anything beneficial to us.

[ He just shrugs. Business is business. ]

[hmmm... well, England understands the business aspect of it, at least. one could argue that these memories were theirs, and that they had every right to them. but then CERES could argue that this person would never have had these memories if they hadn't been rescued.

ugh. what a mess. he rolls his eyes a bit, annoyed, but not angry. yet]

And how much are our memories of Cerealia going to cost us?

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