BARITONES

[idolpro]

This room is not real.

That's the first thought that crosses your mind as soon as your consciousness comes back up. You're not even sure if that's your own thought, but the feeling doesn't leave no matter how much time has passed. The room looks nice and cozy, but everything feels wrong. You don't belong here, you're you, aren't you?

Aren't you?

You'll soon notice that there are other things that just isn't right. You can talk, but is your mouth moving? You can see, but are your eyes blinking? You also have ball joints. Nothing hurts, and you're fine, but it's a little weird.

Comments

[temperedinpride]

Good. You may have issues on your humanity and person-hood when we are not working.

[Gently. It's a joke. Like he knows it's real but also he's joking about the permission part, as if she needs his leave for it.]

[failedsafe]

Yes, siiiir.

[temperedinpride]

[....]

Do not take my jest too close to heart. Your feelings are important, whenever they occur. It is simply a matter of prioritizing in the moment what to handle now, and what to handle later.

[failedsafe]

Oh, I know, if I sounded dour I didn't mean it.

[temperedinpride]

I shall look forward to what you argue.

[failedsafe]

[They're fucking doomed.]

I'll do my best.

[but she means that, even so.]