[Tavern] Tower's Shard '09

[KenHood]

The man twitches at the sound. "No!" he brays, as if unused to the concept of 'inside voice', "Not philosopher! No lover of wisdom, I! But once...! But once...! Oh...."

He closes the distance with Elec-Squall, standing almost on top of him. His eyes blaze with earnest...something. "See?!" he says, slapping his chest, "Metal! Not even fine alloy with elements of neutronium and self-aware substrate! Encased am I! Man of violence am I! Point me! Point me! And I become the line that cannot be crossed! See?!"

The man pauses, catching sight of a mug of ale. He immediately loses interest in the 'conversation' with Elec-Squall. He picks up the mug (to the dismay of its owner), sniffs its contents, sips, and spits it on the floor. "Fermentation! Decay! Death! Ah, heat death of universe! Slow beautiful decline to order! Once, I watched. I watched. I saw. Now? Here! Here! Thoughts slow, like fly in hardening amber. Oh, the eerie, drearie feeling of being me! BUT NOT ME! Where is the door? Out! Out! I cannot find the off switch!"

 

[Kalidrev]

[sblock=Ken] I bow to your absolute genius of playing a psycho. I KNOW that what you're talking about in character makes sense if you knew the whole picture, so that makes you awesome. I really need to get into one of your games, lol! [/sblock]

 

[CaBaNa]

The man twitches at the sound. "No!" he brays, as if unused to the concept of 'inside voice', "Not philosopher! No lover of wisdom, I! But once...! But once...! Oh...."

*Oh I spoke to loudly...* Elec gives a slight left to right motion with his head. Ever since Sew-Krate-sss you philosophers have been denying your love. I...

He closes the distance with Elec-Squall, standing almost on top of him. His eyes blaze with earnest...something. "See?!" he says, slapping his chest, "Metal! Not even fine alloy with elements of neutronium and self-aware substrate! Encased am I! Man of violence am I! Point me! Point me! And I become the line that cannot be crossed! See?!"

Elec-Squall stops mid-sentence, and attempts to stand, not wanting to be towered over, but the man is on him before he gets the chance. Speaking all of a sudden of violence, and metal. Does he want me to shock him? I know if he's "Metal!" that he conducts. Elec asks Shanairra.

The man pauses, catching sight of a mug of ale. He immediately loses interest in the 'conversation' with Elec-Squall. He picks up the mug (to the dismay of its owner), sniffs its contents, sips, and spits it on the floor. "Fermentation! Decay! Death! Ah, heat death of universe! Slow beautiful decline to order! Once, I watched. I watched. I saw. Now? Here! Here! Thoughts slow, like fly in hardening amber. Oh, the eerie, drearie feeling of being me! BUT NOT ME! Where is the door? Out! Out! I cannot find the off switch!"

Elec-Squall is just as happy to see the man go, but can't allow the chaotic behavior any longer, as the guard might come. Oi! Stop eating others food, and drinking others drink. Philospher or no, homeless people have to go to the shelter or jail for food. I see your clothes, it's very obvious you've been on the street for sometime, but there are people to help. If you keep stealing, you'll just be arrested. Elec stands, though he doesn't close distance with the man.

 

[KenHood]

Thanks, Kalidrev!

Elec-Squall is just as happy to see the man go, but can't allow the chaotic behavior any longer, as the guard might come. Oi! Stop eating others food, and drinking others drink. Philospher or no, homeless people have to go to the shelter or jail for food. I see your clothes, it's very obvious you've been on the street for sometime, but there are people to help. If you keep stealing, you'll just be arrested. Elec stands, though he doesn't close distance with the man.

The man grinds his forehead with the back of his knuckles and groans. He snatches the owner of ale out of his chair by the scruff of his neck, displaying the struggling man to Elec-Squall. "Not true! Not true! Look, he is emptiness and unmotivation! Where is the spark? Where is the a-ware? He is no other! Not like you! Not like me! Oh, the spark trapped within the shell! My light is under a bushel! Why can I not let it shine?!"

The man sets down his victim, who rushes out of the room. "Possession irrelevant! Except when relevant! Look! Look! I need spoon?" He pulls a spoon from his pocket. "Here is spoon! I need paper?" He pulls a sheaf of paper from his pocket. "Here is paper! I need knife?" He pulls a small knife from his belt pouch. "Behold, here it is! I need knife with which to kill a man?" He lifts his cloak, showing it hides nothing. "Lo, a knife there is not! Suddenly, relevance of possession, thus no possession. Belief suspends itself with a hempen rope tied about its neck! Do you not see?!"

 

[Theroc]

Shanairra was about to reply to Elec as the crazy man entered, the girl approaching him curiously, before determining that he was even crazier than some of the Fey she had encountered in her journeys, and readying herself for violence, should it erupt.

"You really need to relax... whoever you are. Taking people's stuff is inappropriate, regardless of whatever you're babbling about!"

 

[KenHood]

"You really need to relax... whoever you are."

"Relax? Relax?!" he sobs, "How, when it is swish-swish and woosh-woosh and thump-thump and gurgle-gurgle ALL THE TIME inside the me that is not me?!"

He groans and boxes his own ears.

"Taking people's stuff is inappropriate, regardless of whatever you're babbling about!"

"Inappropriate. Appropriate. Evidence of consensual social contract. Winking acknowledgement of personhood and property rights of the non-free-willed by the free-willed, yes? Bolsters participation and immersion in environment, yes? Participation and immersion accelerates completion of simulation, yes? Very well. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain of meat! I am like you! You are like me! Ownership is real! See, I am able player! Direct me to next stage of simulation!"

 

[Theroc]

"I think this man is... well... quite insane..." Shanairra observed, pondering what to do next. She wasn't sure how to deal with someone that did not involve hurting them... or using the 'threat' of violence...

 

[KenHood]

The man shakes his head vigorously. "Not insane! Sane! See, here is proof! I will now engage in appropriate social behavior as determined from observed interaction of other entities within simulation."

He stands up straight, then bows. "Greetings, free-willed entity. It is a pleasure to meet you during this portion of the day-night planetary cycle. What is the designation of your avatar?"

 

[CaBaNa]

Shanairra, he's likely escaped from the local ward. I've seen it before, man gets too much knowledge up here, the lightning elemental points to his frontal lobe, and can't function in society, or reality.

Elec-Squall turns to face the rambling, and insane philosopher. Should we take you back to the people in white coats? Or are you going to act appropriately from here on? it seems the intensity of blue streaking lightning rises the longer the conversation runs, Elec-Squall's "hair" is arcing wildly.

He leans in close to Shanairra again, He must have been taught that we are gods, and that he is a god... Why else would he ask our avatars designation?

I am Elec-Squall, and your designation? Elec tries to work within the established lexicon of the philosopher.

 

[KenHood]

Shanairra, he's likely escaped from the local ward.

"Not escaped! Trapped! How?! How?!"

...and can't function in society, or reality.

"Not reality! Un-reality!"

Should we take you back to the people in white coats?

"White coats? White NOISE! The *sssscreeeeee* of stars devolving to particle soup. But not soup to eat! Such beauty!"

Or are you going to act appropriately from here on?

"Yes. Appropriate in both the explicit and implicit. Limitations of personal form and mentation imply cooperative nature of simulation. Therefore, success in simulation necessitates pretense of reality and adherence to rules of pretense. See? I am good player. Let us cooperate and complete simulation."

I am Elec-Squall, and your designation? Elec tries to work within the established lexicon of the philosopher.

"I am--"

The man struggles to move his mouth in impossible ways.

"I am--"

Again, he struggles.

He groans.

"I am Zero."

"Which is not to say that I am nothing. But I am Zero. Zero, my hero! If place Zero after one, does not one become ten? So, if place Zero after your one, do we not gain strength of ten? Thus, let us cooperate and achieve successful completion."