OPERATION: YOUTHFUL DISOBEDIENCE

[stresstokens]

WHO: Members of the grand curfew-breaking plan!
WHEN: During the Moorecroft event.
WHERE: Various Moorecroft locales.
WHAT: A bunch of youths have gotten together to break curfew in tandem to get to the bottom of the mystery at heart of this place -- but what they find leads to more questions than answers.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Probable violence, death, emotional trauma, cursing. All the fun stuff! I'll be putting the log headers for pre/during/post-curfew breaking logs in the comments, so just hang tight while I do that, though all members are of course more than welcome to post their own logs if that suits their tagging style better.

Comments

[thinkerseven]

[ That gets a laugh out of Lisa. It's not one he's heard before. It's not the laugh reserved for people long gone, but it's not the one she uses when she puts on a show, either. It's something in-between, still smug, but just a touch more genuine. ]

Once again, Riz is onto something. I pitched that to a guy on the network when I first got here, but he didn't believe me. [ Lisa shakes her head. ] Oh, well. Most people are morons.

[ When she talks about Riz, that genuineness doesn't go away. Whatever Trickster believes about her shriveled-up heart, she seems to at least have a passing fondness for that weird little goblin. ]

I think it feels that way on purpose. I mean, Echo's evaluating us. And who knows how many people Echo really is? With something so supposedly all-powerful, I bet personhood is a complicated concept for them.

[equivo]

[ He resents, on a general level, any time Lisa sounds less like a construct built in a lab to get under his skin and more like someone he could hold a conversation with for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle her.

It reminds him of before the division built up past salvaging, when he had no idea - and he should have fucking known - that the Undersiders were going to be the end of his small, fragile world. Lisa had a certain je ne sai fuck you he had thought he could respect, in a way. She seemed to know how much it was all a sort of sick joke. Just like she sounds now.

He's thinking of her as Lisa. It's not even her real goddamn name either. ]

You might be right.

[ That's more than he'd usually give, even if might is less than she probably feels entitled to. He rotates the cup in his hands, studying it with renewed intensity. ]

I've been thinking it could be something like the parasites. You know. The alien brain worms we evidently have. Amy gave me the crash course.

So if it is, hey. We're ahead of the curve. Our whole fucking lives were already reality TV for aliens.