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*It's late dusk, and there is a certain young-looking gothic lolita sitting at a table outside of Building 6, slowly sipping a cup of tea and flipping through a book.

If you pass by, you may get the very distinct sense that she is horribly judging you.*

(ooc: Geez, lots of people! And they probably all hate Rachel now. I'm going to bed, will resume tagging tomorrow!)

Comments

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

I can sympathize with that.

For one thing, this fragment can either be incredibly lively or incredibly dull at times. It's like rolling a dice - you either win or get snake eyes. The in-between exists but even that can prove to be a worthless endeavor if not handled correctly. Being trapped here like a bird in a cage is also rather irritating and many powers are cut in half in terms of strength.

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A world that fluctuates between interest and drudgery is still an improvement over a world of constant monotony, is it not?

Though the idea that we are meant to be experiments is an... unpleasant one.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine a fragment full of constant monotony, as you put it, so I cannot give you an honest answer.

It's more degrading than anything. At least they have enough courtesy to have the markings they put on us in an unnoticeable spot.

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Even the most exciting play becomes monotonous if one has seen it countless times.

Small courtesy indeed.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

[...Oh?]

I must disagree with you Rachel. I have seen certain plays more than once and I find it to be different every time. No two performances of the same play are ever exactly alike. It just depends on who the director is. The audience of observers must just watch without interrupting, but can leave at any time if they wish.

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Small changes in the script may accumulate over time, but even the most talented cast can only diverge so much from the original plot.

It is impolite for an observer to leave before the end.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose the cast in the play I was observing was quite talented to keep my attention for so long. Even if much of the plot was the same it always led to a different result.

I disagree. If something is boring and tedious to watch then you would only be patronizing the actors by staying. That is even more impolite.

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Isn't that entirely dependent on how many times you see it?

Perhaps there is nothing else worth viewing.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

[...] Fair enough. If you watch the same thing too many times it can turn into a farce comedy right before your eyes.

If that is so, then you are chained to the seat you sit on.

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And the comedians are dreadful at their job. The influence of a director can only do so much.

In what way does an absence of other entertainment imply chains?

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

The director must be either running out of ideas or just doesn't know how to keep interest.

You refuse to leave, but you complain about what you're observing. So you are trapped by your own will.

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If there is a director, perhaps their influence is limited. Or perhaps they simply aren't very talented.

The role of an observer is to do precisely that.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

Or maybe they just do it on purpose to frustrate the observers.

And you are satisfied with living in that cage?

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Of course, your statements rely on the assumption that the observers know nothing of the truth behind the scenes. A reflection of your own condition, perhaps?

Is all the world a cage?

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

I was not observing a performance, but a game. If I knew what happened behind the scenes then there would be no game.

Only to those who cannot leave their boundaries and cross into the sea.

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And therein lies the difference. A game relies on the participants to outwit the others; it is inherently different every round. A performance is a constant, there can be little variation.

You assume I know little of boundaries, girl.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

The game I am viewing may as well be a performance. The person who directed it had quite a flare for theatrics.

I never assumed that. [And don't call her girl B|]

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And yet the principles remain the same. Theatrical or no, a game is in no way like a fixed performance.

Didn't you? *Rachel assumes everyone's younger than her!*

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

Unless the end result is fixed, no matter what occurs during the game. Then is it not the same as a play that the audience merely can interact with?

If I gave you that assumption it was not purposefully. [you never know with immortals who look like little girls]

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It is not the same at all. A play will always proceed on the same track from beginning to end, with perhaps minor deviations here and there. Your game will start and end at the same place, but the path itself is the interest.

You are calling an automobile a train.

I know more of boundaries than few are ever likely to grasp in their lifetime. *True dat.*

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

Every play is just a game created to challenge the observers.

Then we have another thing in common.

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Is it? What part of a play even remotely resembles a game?

Do we, now?

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

The players. [The word choice was intentional- actors playing a part and players playing for their lives.]

[...] I haven't fully introduced myself. I am Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles. [She look back at the sky for a moment, but isn't looking at the moon this time] If it weren't for the barrier around this area, then I would leave this universe completely of my own accord.

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One is an actor, and one is a pawn.

My name is Rachel Alucard, head of the house of Alucard. Were it not for the barrier, I would have done the same within moments of my arrival.

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

An actor is just a director's pawn, to be used as they please.

[...Alucard?] You are a vampire, yes?