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RESIDENCE ✦ With Nomad!V
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

Music always gets hammered down to the Three A's.
Axe, Attitude, and Audience. Me, I had an Axe and an Attitude.
All I had to do was get the third one.

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[coraza]

[sir, SIR.]

keep that to yourself.

[if kerry has some ounce of an experience witnessing cloud's tough guy act, he should know there is no real resentment or malice when he says that.]

don't think you get a pass just 'cause you're an old man.

[totally a child-like response........]

[secondconflict]

They didn't invent the phrase 'dirty old man' for nothing.

But I'm probably too much of a sap for that anyway.

If you do want to deal with a mindfuck when it comes to V, though, did you know there's more than one version of him here? He's got alternate reality clones.

[coraza]

[cloud actually groans!!]

seriously? i've just met one of him. i think.
do they both look the same? shit.

[secondconflict]

They don't, actually. But they sound the exact same and feel the same. It's a mind trip.

[coraza]

[feel?????]

wonder if they're also addicted to coffee.

[secondconflict]

They each got their own vices, I think.

And what do you have against coffee? Coffee's good. ;)

[coraza]

v — the one we live with, he mentioned being really into it.
not really a fan of it.

[cloud's a child, honestly.]

[secondconflict]

Took him to get a cup, during one of our first dates.

[If you call paying someone to blow up a van and run from the cops a date.]

[coraza]

[cloud would love to hear the explosion part of that date.]

here, or your world? he calls foodstuff ... schlop? scop?
doesn't sound appetizing.

[secondconflict]

Our world.

And it's called SCOP. Stands for "Single Cell Organic Protein." It's artificial meat, basically. At least it's better than Kibble. Kibble's more common because it's cheaper and more prevalent. It's a whole artificial nutrient package but it kind of looks like dog food, hence the name.

Rich folks can still get organic food stuffs, though. It takes more to import and costs a whole lot of eddies.

And now you know why our kitchen's usually stocked pretty well. I think all three of us still can't get over how good everything tastes here and how fucking cheap it all is.

[syntech]

{BDs? That's an acronym I haven't heard.}

[Ethan hums curiously at that, shrugging a shoulder. Kerry is someone he'd trust to know at least somewhat. They still have plenty of differences, but things like up surprisingly nicely for the most part.]

[coraza]

i've noticed.

for what it's worth, my friend's opening up a bar. she's the one who makes the sandwiches and other stuff in the tupperware.
she'll make you guys a meal if you drop in.

[casually try to prime people to go in for some business...]

what happened to your world? for it to get so fucked like that.

[secondconflict]

Tons of shit. Economic and ecological collapse. Greedy assholes who thought they could use up people and make money off dwindling resources. A few viruses that took out wildlife.

Fucking massive earthquakes and pollution and man's eternal greed.

Basically all the worst things you can think of.

[secondconflict]

Stands for 'brain dance.'

Uhhh... Kinda a virtual reality you can watch and experience someone else's emotions and sensations? Used like movies, but can also be therapeutic. And, of course, there's a huge porn industry 'round it.

I even made a few BDs. Regular ones. Not porn ones.

[syntech]

Ah. {We call them Immersives, yeah. Requires a little more hardware than the average VR junkie, but like you said - porn industry's still booming. Let alone the other applications of a complete connection to something else.}

[It's ended with a little snort, and Ethan leans forward slightly, bracing his weight on a leg.]

{Nothing wrong with either type, unless there's some inequality there for you. But what kind, then? Music-related, or?}

[coraza]

...sounds like what we're heading towards.

[not this world, clearly. but gaia—where cloud is from.]

it's good to know the same shit ruins different worlds.
i guess.

un: nomad [ audio ] | very end of june

[disrupts]

[ He's been told to get some rest, but being back at the townhouse for the first time in days doesn't provide the kind of space that feels restful. Ker's nowhere to be found, the bed left exactly as V left it days and days ago. His mainline guitar's still gone, the empty space where it usually lives crushing to look at.

He's sitting on the side of their bed, head rested in one of his hands as he contemplates everything he's done, and for a second there's no audio to be heard in the message he sends. ]

Ker... it's me.

[ Good start. That tells Kerry next to nothing about what the fuck's happened the last couple weeks. ]

Fuck, Ker. 'm so sorry 'bout what happened. I'm so fuckin' sorry I treated ya the way I did.

[secondconflict]

[When the message comes through, Kerry tries to ignore it at first. He doesn't want to reopen those emotions. His response to this sort of thing has always been to shut down. But the guilt ends up getting the better of him and after about half an hour he finally checks the message.

It takes another half hour for him to respond. When he does, it's not with his voice, but a text message.]

What are you doing, V?

[disrupts]

[ If Kerry doesn't want to talk, V gets it. He wouldn't want to talk to him either considering how fucked up he behaved last time they saw each other. The hour between those messages is spent in the exact same position, just sat uncomfortably on the side of the bed trying to keep himself awake. His head drops more than once as exhaustion threatens to tug him unconscious, but he's still awake when the message arrives. ]

Tryin' to apologize. Badly. I know an apology's not gonna make it right. I just...

You okay? Guess ya haven't been back to the house?

[secondconflict]

Apologize for what?

[disrupts]

For treatin' you like shit.

[ It's a confusing question that catches him off-guard for a couple of quiet seconds. ]

I'm sorry you had to deal with any of it. I...

'm sorry for all of it.

[secondconflict]

I need you to prove you aren't a fucking cyberpsycho, V. Spell it out for me. What did you do that was so fucked to warrant an apology?

[disrupts]

[ If he wasn't fully awake before he certainly is now, jolted into awakeness by an unpleasant, dark realization. ]

...you thought I was a cyberpsycho?

[secondconflict]

I don't know what to think.

[disrupts]

The whole time you thought I... when I asked ya for--

You let me fuck your mouth when you thought I'd lost my mind?

[ Up until this point, V'd been apologizing for behaving the way he did because it was bad enough he'd asked for food, had told Kerry plainly he didn't need anybody else. Bad enough that he'd asked for a blowjob and given nothing in return, not even the basic fucking courtesy of acknowledging it was Kerry even doing that for him.

But now? Now his brain's putting puzzle pieces together.

Jesus. How bad he felt before doesn't compare to how bad he feels now. Guilt's all he's got. ]

Ker... fuck. I didn't... everythin' I said to you, did to you... you thought I was a cyberpsycho the whole time you were doin' it all for me?

[ And it's not exactly hard to imagine what that must've felt like. ]

You were scared of me.