Memoria Gloria

[consider8]

Who: Agent 8 and OPEN
Where: Quiet Coach the Large One that was Formerly a Lab
When: Horseshoe 23
What: Agent 8 reveals the project that she has been making: a working mural piece that needs people to share their home.
Warnings: Possibly painful nostalgia?

On the early morning of the 23, people would wake up to find a small flyer glued onto the door. It reads:

Paths are made from a start

Our legs they stride, swept in a tide

Memories fade in this void apart

Come share a memory

The Large Quiet Room

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Those curious enough to enter the room that was formerly a lab would see that that half of the room's contents have been shifted to one side. The half that is closest to the middle has its walls completely cleaned and covered with white sheets of paper. Only two things stand out from it: one is a sign hanging from the center of the wall that simply reads. "Where is Home?" As though to answer that, a drawing of a metropolitan square with large industrial-sized domes underneath. To further entice people into drawing, there's a cabinet filled with multi-colored thermoses of ink.

As for the hostess of all this? Well, she's nowhere to be found -- but if one was attentive they may notice that one corner of the cabinet seems to have a rather large of a spill of paint that is blending into the colors of the ground. An even more astute person may hear the soft sound of air bubbles rising to the surface even if the paint's surface appears perfectly still...

((OOC: Yeah, Eight is feeling a little self-conscious of the big display and is hiding in her ink. Also, a small note about the ink itself! It's very pretty! And she has a lot of choices set up, but it's also... weird. The ink doesn't blend or add at all, it only replaces. If your character tries to mix two ink colors together, it would just replace what was there with what was used last. Likewise, a paint stroke on the canvas will replace any color that was previously there as soon as the new one is applied.))

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

She didn't really want to go here. This was Tony's room. He was gone now of course so it was nobodies room. So she can't be mad about someone using it.

She is of course. But she's also intrigued. The words on the door were strange and she wasn't sure she wanted to share any more memories with anyone ever.

But she went into the room anyways looking around at the ink with a wrinkle of nose.

No one is here though, she looks around. Taking in the strange empty space. There are too many memories in this room and she hates them all.

Whoever had set this up had made a mess. She went over to the ink spill, wondering how they had managed to get ink here.

But she could hear... it sounded like bubbles. That was weird. She reached out to poke the ink on the cabinet.

[consider8]

Beneath the ink a pair of eyes were looking at Little One for a while. She was excited and hopeful that her inks would be used, but was a little disappointed with the look they received. Ah, well, perhaps not everyone would want to...

...oh. Oh dear, the girl is now looking right at her puddle. Uh... as soon as she reached out to the ink she'd find a push back like she had just poked a sleeping dog. The bubbling sound gets worse and there's a rather distressed "Vooweeooo Weeoo..."

Nope, nothing to see here. Carry on passenger!!

[knifewithnoname]

She skitters backwards, a dagger appearing in her hand. "Who do be being there?"

She looks around. Was this some kind of trick? Someone hiding? Someone looking to see what she would do.

The voice had sounded close... Was someone in the cabinet? She held her knife tightly in her hand to look inside.

[consider8]

Eight takes a moment to consider her options. She had been found, and so hiding further would only cause further suspicion.

In a swift motion she popped up out of the ink. Her hands raises in front of her, showing that she was unarmed and meant no threat. Her wide eyes looked worried into Little One's unsure what to expect that she had been found.

She says nothing, waiting to see what the girl's response will be.

[knifewithnoname]

She spins around from her investigation of the cabinet. Her eyes widen as she brings her knife up, it's a defensive position though rather than an attack.

The girl in front of her has her arms up, she's unarmed. Also she is on the roster, there are far too many people for her to memorise them all any more but this girl looked so different than most that she had stuck out. Mami? No. Mim? Mimi? Something like that.

"How did you be doing that?"

[consider8]

She blinks. How did she do what...? Hide? How could she explain...

Reasoning that she couldn't, she decides to show her instead. Her physical form collapses and hides back into the ink. After taking a moment to let the moment sink in, she reforms back out of the ink, lightly shaking herself off to show her full human form.

It was just something she could do. Nothing more, nothing less.

[knifewithnoname]

She'd like to think that nothing surprises her any more. She lives on a train, it travels a void, she goes to different worlds and fights monsters. But still. She's never seen anyone turn into ink before.

"Wow." She hadn't expected that. "That must be being useful."

It was a perfect disguise, no one expected someone to be an ink blob.

[consider8]

Eight nods slightly, giving the girl an curious tilt. She was smart, that much was for sure. Eight hadn't shown that trick to anyone, so the fact that she was able to find her was very impressive indeed.

Not wanting to bring any more attention to herself, she instead drew her attention to the flaps of paper hanging against the wall. Her one lone drawing showing itself as a representative of what she would like the mural to be.

"I was hoping to see people paint their homes. And I wanted to give them their privacy." Or sense of privacy, in this case.

[knifewithnoname]

Privacy that wasn't privacy. So she wanted to spy. That was fair enough, she was new and staying hidden while she watched the train and those on it was smart.

"You do be wanting us to be painting our homes?"

She's never painted before, she's not sure even where to start.

[dreamtamer]

Takato wasn't really sure what the poem he'd found on his door meant. But it sounded pretty. And he was kind of curious what it meant.

After a stop at the kitchen for breakfast, he arrives at the room. As always, he is accompanied by his partner.

Takato makes his way closer to the wall and peers at the drawings curiously.

"What do you think this is?" he wonders aloud.

Guilmon sniffs curiously at the paint. "Guilmon doesn't know. Maybe Takato is supposed to draw something?"

[consider8]

From her hiding space, Eight looked at the two with curiosity. The red one was especially interesting. Was this another one of those partners that she had seen people with?

Unfortunately they appeared to be confused as her intent. She suspected that her directions may not have been more clear?

Taking a moment to pop out of the ink, the Octoling took a few tentative steps to the two before calling out to them. "You're supposed to paint your home."

[dreamtamer]

"Oh hello!" Takato waves at her. Had she been in the room all along?

Guilmon nudges at his partner.

"Takato! She said to paint our home. You could paint the bakery!"

[consider8]

Eight took a moment to look at the talking dino. He very much reminded him of a green worm that was following around a young boy. Could he be the same thing--?

Shelving that to the side for the moment, she smiles at the words and looks over to the boy -- the dino's partner, perhaps? "Your home is a bakery?"

[dreamtamer]

"My parents own a bakery," Takato says with a smile. "We actually live above it. And Guilmon really likes that there's always plenty of day old bread for him to eat."

[consider8]

The girl giggled. "Your home sounds delicious."

[dreamtamer]

"It is!" Guilmon adds."And Takato's parents invented a kind of bread just for me!"

[consider8]

"Oh yes? How does it taste?"

[blue_ice]

Kaiba enters, staring for a long moment at the ink. It's not the kind of memorial he had in mind, really...but a cityscape might work. Art of plants, oceans...anything anyone might remember.

He's not a good artist, really, but he starts with a midnight blue...a city cloaked in the darkness of night. Below it, the dim yellow-green glow of city lights.

Or he tries---all the ink shifts to yellow-green.

"...what kind of ink is this?" He frowns, and tentatively tries to paint a lighter blue tower. Same result, it's just a wall of blue.

[consider8]

Eight is being quiet, enjoying the man make art. She likes his intention and seriousness -- as well as his art. Though it may speak poorly of her, she never mind seeing passionate expression of the self. A carry over, perhaps, of being exposed to new artistic expression.

She frowns within her ink at his dissatisfaction and quietly forms to make herself known.

"Is something the matter?"

i am so sorry x.x feel free to drop

[blue_ice]

Kaiba jumps a little when he hears that voice. What the---who? Oh. He recovers as he recognizes her, watching the splatter change once again.

"Oh. No. Wasn't expecting you."

He takes a moment to regain his composure and continues.

"Was this your paint?"

It's okay. I haven't been the best myself.

[consider8]

Eight notices the loss of composure and the sudden recovery. She won't say much of it, instead focusing on what Kaiba had been painting.

"I didn't want to bother anyone." She confesses, not revealing where she was hiding. She nods at the question. "Mmm. I made the ink myself. You were asking about it?"

[blue_ice]

"If it's your project...why not?"

Kaiba looks at it all in a new light now that he knows. For one person...it really is an impressive offering. Now if only he can figure out how to contribute.

"If I touch any part of the colors together, they shift. I was expecting a mix."

[consider8]

Ohh, yeah that would explain the confusion. She lets an embarrassed chuckle. "That's because my ink is not compatible with ink of a different color."

She hunts around for an empty bottle, and reaches for a few that is tucked on the bottom row of the shelf. "I can make whatever color you want though! What ware you trying to make?"

[blue_ice]

"...a midnight navy," he says softly. "Like the sky just after sunset."

And then he looks at her curiously. "You made the ink?"

[consider8]

She nods and uses her imagination to remember the deepest, darkest blue she could imagine. In response, her hair changes color to match the tone she is imagining. Her hand with the bottle raises for Kaiba to see and with a soft inhale the bottle begins to fill with the same color.

It's a slow process, but give her a minute or so and the midnight navy will be offered to Kaiba to use.