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johnnyjoestar) wrote in estoria2016-05-25 09:34 pm
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[OPEN] Why dont you ask him if he's going to stay?
Who: johnnyjoestar & you?
When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
johnnyjoestar & you?When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
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[So video is like a moving picture, huh? He sits a little straighter in his chair before giving Slow Dancer a whistle. The horse obediently bowed its neck and he used the rotation Gyro had taught him to flip himself up from the chair to the saddle in one smooth motion. It only takes a second or two to belt his legs to the custom saddle and Slow Dancer is already excited to be moving again.]
Up and down the street sound good?
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Leon stares for a second, eyes wide, but then shakes himself out of it.]
Dude, warn a guy next time . . . that was pretty badass. Yeah, yeah, up and down the street! I'll film you!
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Jojo-physics at work.Johnny finds a bit of satisfaction in Leon's surprise, and gives a tiny smirk at the praise, moving picture forgotten for a moment. There was something oddly satisfying in exceeding other people's expectations as just another guy stuck in a chair.He clicks Slow Dancer's reins and the horse immediately starts up a trot.]
Back in a second.
[The Appaloosa builds up speed quickly and seems disappointed when he slows at the end of the street to turn around. He pauses for a moment, then gives a sharp whistle that starts them going as close to full-speed as the city streets will allow, re-tracing his path and aiming to breeze close enough to Leon to give him a start.]
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Dude! Watch out!
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As Slow Dancer trots closer, Johnny leans forward in the saddle, half-draped over the horse's neck, arms folded under his chin and he looks down at Leon, amused.]
How was that?
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[Until that moment, he'd thought it was an accident—but there's no mistaking that smugness. Leon rolls his eyes at him. It's not like it was actually that much of a slight, but it's the principle of the thing!
It's still not much to get pissy about, though, and he knows it, so he leaves it at that, opening up the video app.]
You wanna see how it was for yourself?
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Yeah, show me. I'm dyin' here.
[Though he said it with his usual flat tone, he was genuinely excited to see what the moving pictures would look like. He leans forward a bit more, craning to look at the device over Leon's shoulder.]
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[But he says that mildly. It's more an observation than a criticism. It's not like Johnny is the only really dry guy Leon knows; maybe someday he'll get a great reaction out of him, that'd be fun. He holds up the CereVice more, finds the video, and taps to play it.
Sure enough, it's a handheld video of a horse and its rider coming at the camera. It's actually pretty steady until the horse gets Too Close.]
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[He frowns just a little. Gyro used to say the same sorta thing, but then, he'd never complained about Johnny complimenting his jokes or his dubious singing abilities, even when he did mean it.
As he looks over at Leon's screen, it's small, but it's definitely Slow Dancer galloping toward them at a brisk pace. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen slightly, hand reaching toward the device in Leon's outstretched hand so that he can examine it more closely.]
Shit.
[It's an exclamation more like hushed awe than his usual flat tone.]
That's insane. How the hell does it work?
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You mean how's it record it? Actually . . . I've got no idea! This kinda thing is everywhere in my world, but it's pretty technical. Most people probably couldn't explain it right off the top of their heads unless it's like, their area, or they just study this kinda thing for fun. That ain't me, though! But it's out there if you look it up. Actually, you could probably just do an internet search on that thing for "how does video recording work" and it'd tell you everything. I just take advantage of it without really understanding it, ha ha!
[Story of his life.]
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Leon's response is... not surprising. He supposes it'd be like someone asking him to explain the details of a telegraph or a sonogram or how the filaments in lightbulbs work. Little conveniences taken for granted.
Still...]
Hey, you mentioned that before.
[He lowers the screen to glance at Leon, curiosity getting the better of him and showing up a little in his schooled expression.]
That internet thing. What do you know about it?
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[He tilts his head back to look up at Johnny, upside-down, catching that little tell in his expression and feeling pretty glad about that too. Nice to see him looking a little less bored.]
It's kinda like that message I sent you, except a billion times bigger? You can get hundreds or thousands of people talking to each other at once! And stuff like whole movies, or games, or books, all that's there for you to take from it. Like, this video I just took of you, I could post that on the internet and millions of other people from all around the world could watch it for themselves.
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The idea of posting something to the internet was confusing, but if he thought of it like way one posted a letter, it was a little more understandable. So it was like posting a letter somewhere that everyone could see it at the same time? On their devices?]
You keep sayin' it like you can be on the internet and in another place at the same time. Is it like... sorta like the ViViD stuff? Where your body is here, but the rest is goin' on in your head? But instead of your head, it's on these devices...?
[He isn't sure how to feel about that honestly. Sure, he could communicate to others quickly, but then, couldn't anyone else see it too?]
Seems kinda... hard to keep anythin' private if I'm sending it to the internet. Does that mean everything we can do on these, other people can see?
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[He looks down at the device with a little frown. He tries not to think about the whole CERES overlords much, because there lies madness, but sometimes he can't help but linger some—and it's especially relevant now.]
Normally it's kinda like that, I guess, but it depends on what you're posting and where! If I sent you a text like I did just now, technically someone could probably hack into it and spy on us if they were good, but mostly no one's gonna see it but us unless you post it on the network. But CERES can see everything we do anyway.
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[Johnny sighed. Leon was trying, he definitely was, but the whole Internet thing might be beyond either his ability to explain or Johnny's to understand. The gist of it was, you could talk to just about anyone or send 'em stuff, so long as you didn't mind everyone else seeing it too. If he was understanding it right. Seemed kinda dodgy, but he wasn't exactly having any conversations worth listening in on.]
Just when I start thinkin' the future is kinda interesting, there's all these shitty catches. Isn't that, I dunno, kind of annoying?
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[He rolls his eyes and gives the CereVice another Look, as if accusing it of being the source of all his troubles. In some abstract way, it kinda is. Well, the troubles involving the colony and CERES, anyway; he's got plenty more that have nothing to do with that, but this makes for an easier frustration target.]
Hey, it's still plenty interesting. It's not like it's all like this! Most of it's not like this! You gotta understand that even though I come from a place with the internet and TV and all that stuff, all of this stuff here's new to me too! I used the internet thousands of times back home and I never had to worry about people spying on me or anything!
[Partially because he's just not thoughtful about things like that anyway. He probably could have stood to be a little more worried than he was . . . but still, all that was nothing compared to CERES levels of monitoring.]
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So your internet back home was a more private one? Huh.
[He's still not sure he completely grasps the concept, but it's good to know that he can't really say or write or send pictures or moving pictures of anything here without everyone and their dog seeing it. He wasn't sure he dared ask what TeeVee was.]
What do they think they'll find if they're watching us? Not like life here is all that interestin', except for maybe when they start throwin' weird shit at us.
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I figure it's probably just so they can emergency check up on if we're plotting against 'em or anything. Like, with as many people as we got, monitoring them 24/7? Who even has time for that? They'd have to hire thousands of people to go through all that crap every day and they wouldn't even find anything interesting! I can't even get that worked up about it anymore, seriously. It's creepy and I don't like it, but what're the odds they'll catch my private life anyway out of everything here?