Memory

Myriad Reality

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Traveler, huh? Never heard that one before. You some kind of... space wanderer?

*I narrow my eyes, and grip tighter on my glass.*

This ain't no 'land,' friend. This whole place... it's like a fever dream. Ain't nothing like the good ol' U.S. of A.

*chuckles dryly, a hint of bitterness in the voice.*

We're all travelers in a way, ain't we? Just passing through this... 'land'

*stares into the drink, my reflection distorted in the amber liquid.*

Some of us, though, are more lost than others...

@Shadrack Nor

I see... what did you say your name was? What brings you here?

Myriad Reality

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"Heh... local... funny word these days"

*I take my hand off from the bar and look at my hands as they shimmer and grip them to control them*

"No... not really, heck, i don't even know what the hell this... is..."

*i gesture with my finger at the building and suggesting the entire location i'm in*

"What about you?"

@Shadrack Nor

No, I’m just a traveler. Here to see what this land has, and what kind of people live here.

Myriad Reality

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*notices the individual that feels out of place in this denizen of debauchery, and raises a suspicious eyebrow*

You alright pal?

*takes another swig with a cocky smirk*

@Shadrack Nor

*Steps away from the wall and takes a seat next to you*
I’m just appreciating the atmosphere; I don’t end up in places like this all that often. Are you local?

Myriad Reality

Location: Planet Mars, 56th century, Terran dominion, City New Eden, Athens region, Mount Olympus basin, Neon Highs night club.

Bartender! Another round for me and the lady, would ya? Yeah, the same damn thing. What's that? Martian moonshine? Don't insult my intelligence, pal. This here's good ol' American whiskey, and it tastes damn good on this dustbowl of a planet.

*Winks at the dame beside me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and admiration. She seems to eye my physique, although marginally perturbed by the clash between my outfit and the saloon*

Been here six months, and these Martian bartenders still can't mix a proper drink. They got all these fancy gadgets and gizmos, but they can't replicate the simple pleasure of a good whiskey on the rocks. Reminds me of those Commies back in the day, always trying to overcomplicate things.

*Takes a swig from the drink, savoring the familiar burn.. This bar ain't half bad, though. Neon lights, chrome accents, even got a jukebox playing some decent tunes. It's like a little slice of home on this red rock.*

@Shadrack Nor

*Stands toward the side of the club with my arms crossed, admiring the aesthetic*

Myriad Reality

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*tilt my skull listening intently as I lean back in my chair.*

@Dark Cloud

Half the village rallied to leave the little town their ancestors had built. The other half was furious. "No! We can't leave this land and disgrace our fathers' effort. It would be better to perish." Once their water supply was low enough that they saw death on the horizon, the village looked to be on the brink of war.

Myriad Reality

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*Sigh, even though I don't have lungs.*
Indeed, changing subjects you know..I have never asked what your stories are. So tell me, spin me a tale if you will.

@Dark Cloud

Hm... stories...
*Looks up for a few moments before nodding*
Once, a small village at the edge of the desert suffered from horrible drought. The towering mountains blocked the rain from reaching their little outpost, and before they knew it, sickness had plagued the village. I had lived near that village at the time, and every day I wondered whether they would live to see the next. But the story doesn't end the way you would expect.

Myriad Reality

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Oh you know full well that was not directed at you.

@Dark Cloud

A true statement nonetheless.

Myriad Reality

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Of all things the one I never mastered was sign language. Hm, but y'know dear home is where you make it. Home could just be wherever you go. As the saying goes 'Home is where the heart is.'

@Dark Cloud

If it helps, she can't learn any true sign language either—the problem runs deeper than sound alone. Signaling is about as close as it gets.
*Sips a cup of tea*
But that said, it's much easier to find a home when your heart is at peace.

Myriad Reality

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You are asking me something?

@Dark Cloud

I think this is "I don't want one."

Myriad Reality

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Ah...So you said she is usually mute?

@Dark Cloud

She was fully mute as far as I knew... until now.