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005 - Action/Voice
[Today marked a big day for Teddy Altman: He's eighteen today. If he were back in New York, he could vote in elections, own a credit/debit card of his own, and not have to groan over papers and applications that had a little note for people who were under eighteen. He's pretty much an adult now.
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
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Do you... have your own personality that's - you? Just you, no... artificial personality?
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It's all me.
[ Probably. That's an ethical question she would not have considered if she wasn't just playing off the memories]
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[Being someone who used to shift into personalities and looks based off of what other people wanted, this... isn't really settling well with him.]
I don't want to lose the person who's talking to me right now.
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[That's all she says. Really, she's just waiting for a proper personality so that she can talk with him more. But... yeah]
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... Fine. Four.
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There we go. It's better when we can talk. [And she fixes the frown for a light smile] If you'e gonna dote on my, how about telling me your name first, Champ?
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Still, the sudden change is... well, sudden, so Teddy doesn't answer immediately. Just looks at her posture, her expression, trying to get used to that, before he speaks.]
It's Teddy. What about yours?
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Ah... huh. How about you give me your... default first, and maybe I can work off of that?
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[Yep ]
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[Um...]
... Give me a second, that's kind of hard to work with. [He finally does smile a little, teasing a bit. It really is kind of hard to work with a name like Heart, and considering he'd only just met her...]
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[With a rather odd expression on her face. A little shifting. she might like it - in a way it makes her feel closer - but ... yeah. ]
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So, what was that earlier? Was that a... default personality, or...?
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I've got six options for people, so that's "number zero," I guess. It's nothing.
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[He tilts his own head, takes in a breath as if to speak, then lets it out and shuts it again. Teddy would argue more, but, well... He really does know next to nothing about her.]
Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with the... options thing. So... you don't think "zero" is the real you or anything?
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[She isn't programmed to. Oops]
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[He holds out a hand to shake, a more open smile on his face. He's still a little unsure, as it's still hitting a bit too close to home (more "fun" her, huh...), but if she's sure...]
Nice to meet you, Heart.
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[A little sheepishly - and she takes the hand. A firm shake which is natural, to her design's credit, but you can tell that her muscles aren't, well, muscles. The grip's too firm here and there. Mechanical bones and servos and all]