002; rude questions [video/action]

[assumedposition]

Ladies and gentlemen of the Tranquility, good evening.

[From the video, you can see Albert is seated somewhere in the oxygen gardens, on a wide-open patch of grass. He looks somewhat contemplative.]

I have a-- a somewhat personal question to ask of you all, so don't feel compelled to answer if you don't wish to. [He seems to hesitate, and then he plunges ahead quickly, as if he must ask it before he loses courage.]

How many of you here believed yourselves to have passed away before you woke up in this place?

And-- for those of you who don't want to talk about something quite so morbid, maybe you could tell me what year, or what country, or planet you come from. I'd... really like to hear about other people's homes. As for me-- I'm from Paris, France, the year 5053.

I've also got some tea and plenty of cups to go around here in the garden, if you'd prefer to speak in person. I'd welcome the company, and the chance to meet all of you.

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[glom]

what if we don't like tea?

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[assumedposition]

[Albert blinks in surprise when he sees the little text message pop up, unsure of how to reply or who it might be from. After a moment's pause:]

... I suppose you could bring whatever drink you wished. It's not really about the tea. I just thought it might be nice.

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[glom]

the big sleep is tea conversation in your berg?

permavid unless otherwise stated o/

[assumedposition]

[There's a pause as it takes him a second to parse that...]

... Ah. Not really. I just felt like it. It's better than nothing, isn't it?

permatext etc

[glom]

a lotta cats i know would disagree. the conversations kind of a bad one to have, you dig?

\o/

[assumedposition]

... Yeah. I know. But even so-- there are a few things I need answered. So I thought I'd extend the offer, in case anyone was comfortable talking about it.

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[glom]

like what sorta things?

[assumedposition]

I've... met so many people here so far who believe they are dead, I was wondering if-- if we all are. That kind of thing.

[glom]

the cats down in medical say otherwise. can't be dead and have the ticker still ticking, savvy?

[ hellooooo wishful thinking! ]

[assumedposition]

Cats...? Oh--! Well that's certainly good to know! [Awkward... laughter...]

[glom]

[ his tone implies they've... crossed wires somewhat. ]

not actual cats. cats like guys and dolls- like you and me. we've got the vitals to say we're alive.

here, at least.

[assumedposition]

Ohhhh. You certainly have a strange way of typing... [Rude, Albert.]

In any case, that's one point in my favour, then! Thanks.

[glom]

i get that a lot.
what do you mean by in your favor?

[assumedposition]

I'm... currently having a philosophical discussion with my friend as to whether this place is the afterlife, or not.

[glom]

and you've got your chips on not?

[assumedposition]

Pretty much.

[After all, if this was the afterlife, there should be someone else here waiting for him.]

[glom]

a sound bet, i'd say

[ After a moment. ]

anyone take you up on the garden offer?

[assumedposition]

Not yet. You're welcome to join me. It's beautiful up here.

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[glom]

[ It takes a few minutes for Emily to decide if she really wants to engage in this conversation. On the one hand, she hasn't had anyone to talk to since Brendan left, on the other, its kind of a terrible topic. ]

keep your feet on the green, i'm heeling it there now

[ So she does, and within a few minutes, there's a very pregnant girl walking into the O2 gardens, looking like she's trying not to look like she's looking for someone. ( Confusing? Yes, we know. ) ]

[assumedposition]

[It's kind of hard to miss him, really. He's sitting in a big clearing, surrounded by a teapot and various teacups stolen from the kitchen, as well as some dry biscuits. His clothing makes him stand out from a mile away too-- the richly patterned fabric would probably be considered an eyesore to anyone not from his own time. He's sitting contently, communicator in his pocket, and looking up at the ceiling-- just staring off into space. It would be easy to sneak up on him, really.]