012 ♗ anon text

[constructum]

[ despite the warnings to not wear the masks, ariadne couldn't resist temptation and now here she was, sitting alone in a random hallway of the ship - wearing her mask (she’s been doing it for some time now - wearing it here and there - always in private) and poking the network via anonymous text.

this should be fun. ]

How do some of you manage to go on day to day, pretending as if nothing is wrong - that you aren't lying to others or that you didn't do horrible things back home?

How do you live with your guilt?

[ yep, a vague text from a girl that is obviously going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment and just wants to understand what she is doing wrong. someone help her. ]


[ ooc: so yeah, obviously ariadne is wearing her mask in some random hallway (lets say not far from the oxygen gardens) so feel free to action this post up and spot her wearing her nifty mask or just keep poking her via text. she also sort of fails at anon (though she doesn't think so) so folks that have talked to her long enough should be able to pick up that it is her talking here. ]

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[constructum]

Of course it matters.

[ OBVIOUSLY ]

We're living a lie.

[theyalldieforme]

Ariadne, where I'm from, in four years, Skynet is going to try and wipe out the human race, and I'm one of four people who knows about it.

The truth isn't always the better option.

[constructum]

[ She wants to tell him it doesn't - at least not in the movie - but she doesn't - she can't. And all she can do is frown some, adjusting slightly in her seat. ]

There's a person here now...[ a long sigh ] he thinks I'm a part of his subconscious - that I'm not real.

How is that right?

[ it's the first time she has admitted that to anyone, and the expression on her face shows just how much that hurts her. ]

[theyalldieforme]

[He shrugs for a second]

Did you come here thinking that we were real?

[constructum]

[ she frowns at that, rubbing at the back of her neck as she shook her head. ]

For nine months I thought you all were projections of someone else's dream.

[theyalldieforme]

The only difference here is that we didn't know that.

[He's calm because he knows he's real. It's hard to unseat John Connor's surety of reality]

[constructum]

Of course you wouldn't though. [ she quickly mumbled as her attention moved back down towards her mask. ] Projections can think they're just as real as anything else.

[ a shrug of her shoulder and she is glancing over towards him apolitically. ]

I'm sorry I thought you were just some angry projection for a bit.

[theyalldieforme]

So a lot of this is just perception.

[constructum]

Basically... [ a shrug of her shoulders. ]

I hate it though - this feeling it's causing.

[theyalldieforme]

Well that's the only thing you can do anything about. The feeling.

[constructum]

I can't change how I feel John.

[ which only has her shaking her head at the idea. ]

I'm always going to be reminded of things, no use in pretending I'm not.

[theyalldieforme]

So he thinks you're not real. So what?

What difference does that actually make? Are you going to take a gun to your head?

[constructum]

[ she frowns at that, shaking her head slightly. ]

Arthur killed himself because he thought it wasn't real. But no, I'm not going to do that.

I'm just not sure what to think anymore.

[ it's stupid of her and she knows that. and she knows the others would just be shaking their head at how she was acting here. but really, she didn't know what to do or be now. ]

[theyalldieforme]

You're not Arthur.

Just wake up. I think, therefore I am.