1. Life's a- [ Wait, what? Life? That's not right.
The first few thoughts pass on autopilot. First, there's noise. Static is converted to recognizable data. Wind through trees. Ocean against rocks. Distant music. Error in audio processing: occasional dips to bit rate of 64. Damage in acceptable range. Second, there's light. Black spots of dead pixels snap back into proper colors, revealing a clear sky that seems flatter in certain areas. Error in visual processing: depth perception loss at- Redact error. Upon posture adjustment, it is apparent the error is on the sky's end.
The third thought is when things start to derail a bit. Why is he sitting up? How is he sitting up? Words cannot change their state of matter. Ink does not become flesh.
The personal memories are blank aside from a name. This is not a cause for anxiety. Somehow, it even feels normal. The others ask questions. Hello. Where am I. Do you know how we got here. Easy. He should ask the same. But. Repeating the same question would be pointless. New topics are better for the gathering and dissemination of information. ]
Are bodies standard issue?
[ The question mark is a bit incorrect, since the entire sentence is monotone save for the last syllable, but even there, the inflection upwards is barely noticeable. What a weirdo. ]
2. This sparks joy (in other people, possibly, he will defer to the opinions of others in this matter) [ Maybe you got lost, or you're shopping, or you saw one of your possessions on the shelf of this one clockmaker's booth. A rabbit behind the counter is running back and forth so quick, he's practically a white blur. In front is an android, handing out flyers in monotone. Crafts. Fine dwarf rabbit crafts. Straight from Orzammar.
What's an Orzammar, you ask? Doesn't matter, you got to close. A flyer gets forcibly offered to you in apathy. ]
Buy something or get lost.
[ The rabbit pauses in his time-warping long enough to smack the faulty device upside the head, before darting back to another customer who walks up. ]
My apologies, dear guest. Is there anything you need assistance with?
3. Wildcard [ We all know how this works by now. Discord me or just throw a prompt in my face, I am Literally Down For Anything.
Though for an OOC note, the way I'm rolling with the memory loss is since Furniture =/= People, is that his personality is very.... Questionable. If something triggers a memory he'll phase back into his usual self for a bit, but otherwise? He'll pick up and mirror speaking habits of whoever's talking to him after a couple of tags, but without any of the emotional investment into it. Use this for crimes and hilarity. ]
no subject
[ Wait, what? Life? That's not right.
The first few thoughts pass on autopilot. First, there's noise. Static is converted to recognizable data. Wind through trees. Ocean against rocks. Distant music. Error in audio processing: occasional dips to bit rate of 64. Damage in acceptable range. Second, there's light. Black spots of dead pixels snap back into proper colors, revealing a clear sky that seems flatter in certain areas. Error in visual processing: depth perception loss at- Redact error. Upon posture adjustment, it is apparent the error is on the sky's end.
The third thought is when things start to derail a bit. Why is he sitting up? How is he sitting up? Words cannot change their state of matter. Ink does not become flesh.
The personal memories are blank aside from a name. This is not a cause for anxiety. Somehow, it even feels normal. The others ask questions. Hello. Where am I. Do you know how we got here. Easy. He should ask the same. But. Repeating the same question would be pointless. New topics are better for the gathering and dissemination of information. ]
Are bodies standard issue?
[ The question mark is a bit incorrect, since the entire sentence is monotone save for the last syllable, but even there, the inflection upwards is barely noticeable. What a weirdo. ]
2. This sparks joy (in other people, possibly, he will defer to the opinions of others in this matter)
[ Maybe you got lost, or you're shopping, or you saw one of your possessions on the shelf of this one clockmaker's booth. A rabbit behind the counter is running back and forth so quick, he's practically a white blur. In front is an android, handing out flyers in monotone. Crafts. Fine dwarf rabbit crafts. Straight from Orzammar.
What's an Orzammar, you ask? Doesn't matter, you got to close. A flyer gets forcibly offered to you in apathy. ]
Buy something or get lost.
[ The rabbit pauses in his time-warping long enough to smack the faulty device upside the head, before darting back to another customer who walks up. ]
My apologies, dear guest. Is there anything you need assistance with?
3. Wildcard
[ We all know how this works by now. Discord me or just throw a prompt in my face, I am Literally Down For Anything.
Though for an OOC note, the way I'm rolling with the memory loss is since Furniture =/= People, is that his personality is very.... Questionable. If something triggers a memory he'll phase back into his usual self for a bit, but otherwise? He'll pick up and mirror speaking habits of whoever's talking to him after a couple of tags, but without any of the emotional investment into it. Use this for crimes and hilarity. ]