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Feb. 6th, 2020 04:59 am
cramschoolgod: (devious)
Please tell me if you have any opinions that you want to share about the way I'm playing Sasaki. Anon should be enabled; comments should be screened. 
cramschoolgod: (waving)
A.) [Action: Around the town. Sasaki is currently droned. She hasn't actually been droned before, but she's been like this for a couple weeks. It's probably a little disturbing seeing her emote in a -- relatively -- regular way. Her speech is still strangely formal, but -- different...

You might either spot her wandering around fairly aimlessly, or, if she 'knows' you, she might stop you and ask:]

Hello! Would you like to go to the record store? [She giggles to herself.] I'm really interested in hearing some new music, you know!

B.) [Action, around 1450 Mitchell Road: At home, Sasaki suddenly finds herself undroned. She blinks briefly. Memories come flooding back, including the recent killing event, which feels suddenly more recent to her than it actually is.

There's a slightly dazed Sasaki sitting around, not doing anything, either in the house or outside it.]

C.) [Phone, standard filter: She still sounds a little distracted.]

I think there's many new people I haven't met here... my name is Sasaki, and I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you all.

I have -- a question. How many of you feel that you are 'ordinary' members of your world? While being as objective as possible, please, without false humility.


[OOC: Sasaki is--now--signed up for the Father's Day event, too. Feel free to mess with her!]
cramschoolgod: (Default)
[Phone, standard filter:]

Residents of Mayfield...

What is your definition of art, and do you believe it is important?
cramschoolgod: (slight smile)
[Sasaki's a little restless thanks to excessive prom talk, and not enough progress with her projects. Well, why not take a break tonight? She decides to make a little call.]

A.) [Phone, standard filter:] I'm curious-- how many of you believe in such a thing as good and evil? And specifically, a natural inclination towards it. Do you think humans are inclined one way or another?

B.) [Action, in/outside 1450 Mitchell Road: Friends, robots, countrymen. Sasaki has come down to the kitchen and appears to have put some small creatures inside a big dirty glass box that has ledges and paths jutting out everywhere inside the box. It's also submerged in what appears to be a bathtub full of water. The creatures--mice or something like them--are running around.

At one point, she takes the box outside onto the porch to dump out the water and refill it.]
cramschoolgod: (annoyed)
[Sasaki is trying to build a DNA testing machine. However, it turns out she is slightly less proficient at actual engineering than pontificating, and so she needs help.]

A.) [Action for 1450 Mitchell Road: Sasaki is traipsing around the house, looking in all the cabinets and under all the sinks, looking a wee bit frustrated. She's holding a clipboard again. She mutters to herself:]
It seems I can't even find the oil... this may be more complicated than I imagined. Eh, perhaps I shouldn't be the one doing the construction.

B.) [Action: At school, in the science classrooms, Sasaki is rather heedlessly rummaging through equipment, gathering test tubes. They seem to be the only thing she's successfully gathering, though: every bottle she examines is tossed aside with a "Hm!". They're evidently harmless compounds; some bottles that happen to land label-up include "acetic acid", "sodium bicarbonate", "sodium hydroxide", and, infuriatingly, "water -- not distilled". She finally crosses her legs with a petulant expression.]

C.) [Action: Sasaki is headed to the Mayfield Hospital in order to ask for components. You might find her accosting you if you happen to look like you work there; or you might overhear her arguing with a nurse about "potassium and manganese are not precisely rare materials"; or you might find her reduced to sneaking around, looking for a storage room and through boxes of medical supplies.]

D.) [Phone, standard filter: Later that night, she sends a somewhat ill-tempered message, relative to her usual, across the phones:]
Does anyone have any idea if I'll have to start culturing bacterial samples myself, or are there some facilities somewhere in this town that wouldn't force me to start a biology laboratory from scratch?
cramschoolgod: (off-center)
[Phone, standard filter: Hello, new people coming in. It's time for you to get A FILIBUSTER, from your favorite radio program: Speculations with Sasaki.]

Cut for tl;dr )

It seems to make sense that the common maintainers of Mayfield and Deadman's Gulch, therefore, are driven by a sense of seeking security--and that they possess a knowledge of history which is detailed in the factual sense, but shallow and stereotypical in the matter of attitudes or understanding of underlying historical factors. A cowboy's hat is ancillary to the historical factors that gave rise to the cowboy.

After all, the West was once considered the frontier, where one could find a better place to live. Later, the suburbs fulfilled this role in the imagination--the white picket house. That seems like it's not quite a coincidence, don't you think?

Incidentally, was there anyone who discovered anything pertinent at Deadman's Gulch when we were able to enter?
cramschoolgod: (side smile)
[Phone, standard filter: Sasaki, having returned from Westport in a contemplative mood, has decided to air a few of her speculations.]

cut for tl;dr speculation )
cramschoolgod: (devious)

A.) [Action: Sasaki is taking a walk around town, looking pleasant and sociable, wearing her purple dress from home. At the moment, she seems to be deep in conversation with a drone, actually, a pleasant-looking young man with a baseball cap on. She's asking him an array of question, including "What time is it going to be three hours from now?", "How many months in the year have twenty-eight days?", "Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?", "Could you explain the meaning of Euler's formula in four dimensions?", and "Say I drop a cube of sugar into coffee and then take it out a minute later. How is this possible?" You can disturb her, if you like.]

B.) [Phone, filtered from drones:] Hello, fellow residents of Mayfield! Have any of you ever heard of lateral thinking puzzles? Essentially, they're like 'riddles' of a sort: I give you a situation, you ask me binary questions about them--yes or no questions--and you try to figure out what the explanation of the situation is.

People have found that they're an effective way to train your mind to think in different ways. As all of us come from different worlds, this is a useful skill for helping to understand each other more--as well as, perhaps, useful in facilitating an escape. I would be interested both in hearing your own native puzzles or riddles, or else in telling some of the puzzles that I know.

Here's one, for instance. There's a man who was sleeping in a hotel when he was awakened by the ringing of a phone. The caller said nothing and hung up, but afterwards felt much better. Any guesses?
cramschoolgod: (Default)
[Having mostly settled in by now, Sasaki has started to examine some of the many intriguing lines of experimentation, research, and general knowledge that she may only be able to pursue here. Today, she's planning out some experiments.]

A.) [Action: At the high school, after the day is over, Sasaki is still at her desk writing notes. She may also be looking at her fellow non-drones with an appraising eye. The notes seem to be outlining the variables associated with an analysis of death and reincarnation--time of death, time elapsed before reincarnation, means of death, level of consciousness, length of intermediary dying state, type of organism, and a listing of physical traits. A few notes are also scribbled in the margin--"similarity to other forms?" and "conservation of matter?"]

B.) [Action: Down by the park, Sasaki is carrying some nets and a bag full of jars, and seems to be chasing around insects, though without any laughter or seeming intention of entertainment. She is also scribbling a few notes down in a journal. Every now and then, she takes a break to sit down.]

C.) [Action: In the yard of 1450 Mitchell Street, Sasaki has set up a table on which she's placed a number of jars. Inside these jars are typical specimens of bugs--ants, flies, crickets, butterflies, and so on. There's also a shovel and a fairly large hole in the yard, some nets, and similar low-tech organismic biology equipment. She looks a little dirty and tired, as if she's not used to this much physical exertion. She's taking a break at the moment, surveying the jars inscrutably.]

(1) Hello?

Feb. 7th, 2011 12:07 am
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[Sasaki's morning found her more confused than she had been in years. To all outward appearances, she was suddenly a member of American society from the Golden Age of the 1950s. This was a subject she was fairly well read on, as she was on many subjects.

After thoroughly examining the contents of her room, as well as her own body, she picked up the phone and tried to call home--nothing doing. Then she tried the operator. Some experimental button-pressing led to a message, something about broadcasting to the town.]


Ah, hello? Is there someone who can explain my current situation? I have to say, I don't appreciate being put into it. It will really disrupt my exam studying schedule. I assume it might be one of the elements involved in this supposed plot around me. So, Kyoko, if you're there, it seems I may need your assistance after all.

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