Atsuko Chiba | Paprika (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull2012-12-20 10:54 pm
missingspice) wrote in sirenspull2012-12-20 10:54 pm
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[ Of course it doesn't feel like a dream: deep dreams rarely make you feel like anything is out of place. Perhaps she was submerged, pushed into an even heavier sleep or paralysis from the ones who were hunting her. It's not entirely impossible, but she certainly felt that slap when she woke up.
So did the Greeter on the Diamond, apparently. There was no easy way to apologise for that. Atsuko sits before one of the plainly-decorated walls of her room in the Tower Apartments, the video feed shaking very slightly: she's not used to taking videos with her cellphone, after all. Her hair is tied up, despite the rough landing. Another world. Business as usual. ]
I don't understand what they want me to do with all of this, but it's appreciated. Really. [ Her tone is so even that the sarcasm barely affects her words at all. The feed pans down briefly to the toiletries given free at the apartment lobby, atop a stack of promotional flyers, information packs, vouchers... All the cheap deals handed to every newcomer, and then some, taken from the reception. Organised into piles as it is, it still stands a few inches tall. ] The vouchers, especially. It's impressive the amount of effort people will put in to recruit... I'm surprised the terms and conditions for using these aren't simply contracts.
[ Picking up one of the SERO leaflets, she puts the cellphone aside, showing her profile a little more clearly. There don't seem to be any belongings in the room at all aside from her lab coat hung on a chair. ]
Now, this Eberhardt Institute. Is it a research institute, or a clinic? [ Glancing at the camera, she's beginning to sound unsure of herself-- speaking aloud like this as though someone might hear and know the answer... ] There are some things in this world I would like to ask about. Ask somebody in the psychology department, if there is one, as a doctor myself. And, I suppose if this number is public now...
[ Atsuko frowns at her cellphone, her newly-configured NV, the first real disdain she's shown all through her message. Without another word, she reaches forward to snap it shut, ending the feed. She's going to have to teach herself how to secure her messages, ASAP. ]
So did the Greeter on the Diamond, apparently. There was no easy way to apologise for that. Atsuko sits before one of the plainly-decorated walls of her room in the Tower Apartments, the video feed shaking very slightly: she's not used to taking videos with her cellphone, after all. Her hair is tied up, despite the rough landing. Another world. Business as usual. ]
I don't understand what they want me to do with all of this, but it's appreciated. Really. [ Her tone is so even that the sarcasm barely affects her words at all. The feed pans down briefly to the toiletries given free at the apartment lobby, atop a stack of promotional flyers, information packs, vouchers... All the cheap deals handed to every newcomer, and then some, taken from the reception. Organised into piles as it is, it still stands a few inches tall. ] The vouchers, especially. It's impressive the amount of effort people will put in to recruit... I'm surprised the terms and conditions for using these aren't simply contracts.
[ Picking up one of the SERO leaflets, she puts the cellphone aside, showing her profile a little more clearly. There don't seem to be any belongings in the room at all aside from her lab coat hung on a chair. ]
Now, this Eberhardt Institute. Is it a research institute, or a clinic? [ Glancing at the camera, she's beginning to sound unsure of herself-- speaking aloud like this as though someone might hear and know the answer... ] There are some things in this world I would like to ask about. Ask somebody in the psychology department, if there is one, as a doctor myself. And, I suppose if this number is public now...
[ Atsuko frowns at her cellphone, her newly-configured NV, the first real disdain she's shown all through her message. Without another word, she reaches forward to snap it shut, ending the feed. She's going to have to teach herself how to secure her messages, ASAP. ]
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I've noticed patterns, but that could mean anything.
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The fact it concerns everybody in the city-- anything that pressing, on that scale, back home... [ Her words are muddled with her thoughts, and she seems to realise this with some embarassment. ] Sorry, I ought to stop making comparisons.
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It ends up being a scapegoat for everything, from the weather to a rash of bad memory, to the aquisition of 'superpowers'.