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locked_down2018-08-13 11:20 am
lockdownmods) wrote in locked_down2018-08-13 11:20 am
WEEK ONE
[ Well that Orientation... happened. Whether you feel more informed or not, the truth remains. Here you are, within Fayflower University. You have your run of the campus, indoors and out.
There's also your tablets to play with. There are several apps-- and even a game! They didn't leave you without some entertainment. The music is a bit dated though...
And should you wish, there's still time to talk to the "staff" in a more... private setting. The office. They're not hard to find. Well-- your Professor, Han and Megumi aren't. Oswald is a bit more... difficult. ]
There's also your tablets to play with. There are several apps-- and even a game! They didn't leave you without some entertainment. The music is a bit dated though...
And should you wish, there's still time to talk to the "staff" in a more... private setting. The office. They're not hard to find. Well-- your Professor, Han and Megumi aren't. Oswald is a bit more... difficult. ]
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[And so, Gogol gets to work. Some ten minutes in he shifts from sitting to lying on his front, carefully writing in the notebook. He even pulls out a scented marker from inside his blazer, illustrating the bottom of each page.
After some time, he finishes, rolling onto his back and holding up the notebook triumphantly.]
Doooone-!
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[Monika closes her own notebook and turns herself to fully face him.]
Ready!
1/?
Once, there was a cage, and in that cage was an egg. One day, the egg rolled out from the bars of the cage, and when it hit the ground a little bird hatched from it. The little bird so loved the outside of the cage, so vast and free. The little bird wanted nothing else but to spread its wings and fly.
[He holds out the open page, showing the illustration of a baby bird, bright orange and scented similarly.]
Before the little bird could, he found himself stuffed into the cage. It was so cramped, dark, warm, and wet he just wanted to cry. The other birds were foreign to him, he couldn’t read their faces or understand their tone. They didn’t seem to mind that the cage was cramped, and dark, and wet.
The little bird asked, “Don’t you want to fly? Don’t you want to be among the trees and the sky?”, but the other birds just laughed at him. “You’re such a silly bird.” They’d say, “You’re so silly and so funny.”
The little bird didn’t understand, but if he was being silly and funny this way, then that is what he would be. A silly little bird.
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As the time went by, the silly bird kept it up. He would say things that were silly and funny, and the other birds would laugh. The silly bird would laugh too, but in his heart he was not happy. Soon the other birds began to get sick of his jokes, they would say “Silly bird, have you no shame? Silly bird, why are you laughing? Silly bird, this isn’t funny! Silly bird, you sicken me!”
“You sicken me, too.” The silly bird didn’t say. He saw how the other birds treated each other, it was repulsive. It was horrific. It fermented in the dark wetness of the cage. None of the other birds knew it stank- how could they, when they’d been around the smell their whole lives?
The silly bird wanted to be free from this place, free from the other birds’ judgements. They kept coming; “You need to start being serious, Silly bird”, “Why can’t you be a good bird like all the others?”, “Do you have nothing inside you, silly bird?”
[As he holds up the pages, a bird confronted by a formless jury, it’s clear his handwriting has become more rushed.]
3/? cw: bird violence
[The illustration is limited in detail by restriction of materials available to him, but it gets the point across. Formless black blobs lay in a puddle, the orange bird standing amongst them.]
Amongst the bodies, the little bird laughed. For the first time it was genuine, for just beyond him he saw the cage door- open just on a hinge. Just how long had it been open for, the little bird wondered, as he went towards the light of the world outside.
[The last illustration is lovingly detailed, clearly time was spent on the intricate details of the feathers of the flying orange bird.]
4/4 im so sorry this ended up so long
How was that? A funny story, wasn’t it?
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I don't know if "funny" is how I would describe that. Actually it made me kinda sad. I feel sorry for the bird...
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The best comedy is in tragedy, don't you think?