[ her hand is so soft. so terribly soft. he threatens to burst at the seams, a smile ebbing with warmth stretching across his face. if this is a dream, he will relish it until the moment he ceases to exist. ]
I...
[ jacopo swallows. ]
I really...love you...
A-anyhow...!
[ he steps forward, hand in hers, peering around the observation deck. the void stares out from beyond the glass and at them. ]
I awoke near a...I have not a damn clue as to what it was, but it seemed to be a gymnasium of some kind. People were training and the like. There must be a...society present within this place. A sense of order, you could call it.
[ morgana has no ears. she heard nothing. if jacopo is as warm as the sun in this moment, she's as cold as a tundra.
even still, her hand stays in his. ]
A community, more like. They appear to be in the same predicament: displaced from their own periods of time. There is any manner of strange people aboard this place.
[ she feels so tiny and insignificant staring out into space like this. as if everything she's ever done was pointless, but she feels his warmth through his touch and considers that maybe it was, and it's time for her to do things that feel very much like they have a weight to them.
she doesn't say that, of course. ]
...The watch on your wrist. It's a communication device, like a telephone, but more interactive. It's only a taste of how technology has advanced.
[ that seems up his alley - he did invest in railroads. ] It seems to be connected to the rest of the community. We... all have one.
Reminds me of the New World. We'll grow accustomed to it.
[ his gaze flickers back toward the void, only to settle upon her again. she is pale, glowing brighter than the moonlight itself. The iridescence of her skin contrasts nicely against the black of the void.
jacopo looks towards his wrist, raising his free hand to narrow his eyes at the aforementioned device. ]
They've come a long way from both the pocket watch and the telegram. Color me impressed. I'm half tempted to take it apart...
[ she isn't wrong, of course, the wonderment in his eyes is rather blatant. still, his gaze returns to her yet again. ]
The people here are no different from you. I think...that they'll accept you. For as vacant of a void as this place may be, it's oddly warm. [ softly, he smiles. ]
I smell food. That's the first resource we should procure.
[ ...and there's a sniff. jacopo inclines his head as if to motion towards the direction of the cafeteria. ]
[ morgana doesn't let go of his hand. he could lead her to the end of the universe, if he wanted to - she'd follow, and blame it on his grip. in truth, she could let go anytime she wants to. allowing him to speak, she only responds once a short silence falls between the two of them. ]
Vacant of a void or not, you're hardly the first to express an interest in taking this apart to me. Do what you wish, but don't come crying to me if it doesn't work afterward. It's not as if you're familiar with these machines, you know. [ mistakes are bound to happen.
he has a habit of breaking things.
it's implied in her words she would rather not see him upset, but it's up to him to read between the lines, in the end. she can't say it herself, in plain words. ]
[ jacopo's lips purse into a thin line, his brows knitting with thought. ]
Of course. [ and then it quirks back up into a small smile. ] Tch. As if I'd cry...with technology of this caliber, I'm certain you could put anything back together.
[ jacopo eyes the device yet again. there's a click — and then another, before his eyes narrow and focuses intently on its screen.
( idk how to fix this visual so like. i guess the hand he's using to hold her hand is the one with the watch on it. and he's quite literally lifting her hand with his to do this fuckshit. sorry to whichever unfortunate soul is reading this. )
fingers sweep across the keyboard. a series of taps follows suit. and then suddenly, she'll receive a message... ]
hello? can you read this?
Not bad. [ a smirk. his grip on her hand has yet to lighten. ] It sent the message to everyone here, I believe...huh. To be able to communicate with a group's worth of individuals at once...to say I'm impressed is an understatement.
[ naturally, his features return to morgana, whence they belong. here they are— ]
[ there's no need for her to look at his message, though her gaze does shift to the buzzing wristwatch. it's not quite strapped down enough and seems ready to slip off at any moment, but the more she wears it, the more the straps will break in... probably. ]
And nothing I say will stop you? Hmph. The usefulness of this item goes beyond that. It also allows for personal conversations. You'd do well to keep that in mind while dismantling it like a brute. [ don't break it!! she might text him!!! that's what this means! ]
As if I have a choice. [ the mess hall is--
not empty, haha, hoo! letting go of his hand immediately, wow. morgana seems to shrink as she realizes that, no, they're truly not alone in this moment, looking down as she shuffles in quietly. she might as well be a ghost. still, she stays by his side. this... is apparently acceptable for this moment. in theory, there's a concept that's conveyed clearly here: this is a room for eating and there's a area for cooking. however, the aesthetic of the place is unlike anything she's ever seen before. she only takes it in with short gazes. were the mess hall a glass of water, morgana would be quickly sipping at it.
...hm. she has no idea how to conduct herself in an area like this in front of him, she realizes. for as much as she wanted him in that cottage with her, this is somehow more like the brothel than her cottage. ]
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[ slowly, gingerly, she takes his hand. her touch is so soft it might as well be more like a memory. ]
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I...
[ jacopo swallows. ]
I really...love you...
A-anyhow...!
[ he steps forward, hand in hers, peering around the observation deck. the void stares out from beyond the glass and at them. ]
I awoke near a...I have not a damn clue as to what it was, but it seemed to be a gymnasium of some kind. People were training and the like. There must be a...society present within this place. A sense of order, you could call it.
We'll merely have to follow the ropes.
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even still, her hand stays in his. ]
A community, more like. They appear to be in the same predicament: displaced from their own periods of time. There is any manner of strange people aboard this place.
[ she feels so tiny and insignificant staring out into space like this. as if everything she's ever done was pointless, but she feels his warmth through his touch and considers that maybe it was, and it's time for her to do things that feel very much like they have a weight to them.
she doesn't say that, of course. ]
...The watch on your wrist. It's a communication device, like a telephone, but more interactive. It's only a taste of how technology has advanced.
[ that seems up his alley - he did invest in railroads. ] It seems to be connected to the rest of the community. We... all have one.
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[ his gaze flickers back toward the void, only to settle upon her again. she is pale, glowing brighter than the moonlight itself. The iridescence of her skin contrasts nicely against the black of the void.
jacopo looks towards his wrist, raising his free hand to narrow his eyes at the aforementioned device. ]
They've come a long way from both the pocket watch and the telegram. Color me impressed. I'm half tempted to take it apart...
[ she isn't wrong, of course, the wonderment in his eyes is rather blatant. still, his gaze returns to her yet again. ]
The people here are no different from you. I think...that they'll accept you. For as vacant of a void as this place may be, it's oddly warm. [ softly, he smiles. ]
I smell food. That's the first resource we should procure.
[ ...and there's a sniff. jacopo inclines his head as if to motion towards the direction of the cafeteria. ]
That way.
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Vacant of a void or not, you're hardly the first to express an interest in taking this apart to me. Do what you wish, but don't come crying to me if it doesn't work afterward. It's not as if you're familiar with these machines, you know. [ mistakes are bound to happen.
he has a habit of breaking things.
it's implied in her words she would rather not see him upset, but it's up to him to read between the lines, in the end. she can't say it herself, in plain words. ]
Do you intend to... learn?
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Of course. [ and then it quirks back up into a small smile. ] Tch. As if I'd cry...with technology of this caliber, I'm certain you could put anything back together.
[ jacopo eyes the device yet again. there's a click — and then another, before his eyes narrow and focuses intently on its screen.
( idk how to fix this visual so like. i guess the hand he's using to hold her hand is the one with the watch on it. and he's quite literally lifting her hand with his to do this fuckshit. sorry to whichever unfortunate soul is reading this. )
fingers sweep across the keyboard. a series of taps follows suit. and then suddenly, she'll receive a message... ]
hello? can you read this?
Not bad. [ a smirk. his grip on her hand has yet to lighten. ] It sent the message to everyone here, I believe...huh. To be able to communicate with a group's worth of individuals at once...to say I'm impressed is an understatement.
[ naturally, his features return to morgana, whence they belong. here they are— ]
The mess hall. Are you ready?
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And nothing I say will stop you? Hmph. The usefulness of this item goes beyond that. It also allows for personal conversations. You'd do well to keep that in mind while dismantling it like a brute. [ don't break it!! she might text him!!! that's what this means! ]
As if I have a choice. [ the mess hall is--
not empty, haha, hoo! letting go of his hand immediately, wow. morgana seems to shrink as she realizes that, no, they're truly not alone in this moment, looking down as she shuffles in quietly. she might as well be a ghost. still, she stays by his side. this... is apparently acceptable for this moment. in theory, there's a concept that's conveyed clearly here: this is a room for eating and there's a area for cooking. however, the aesthetic of the place is unlike anything she's ever seen before. she only takes it in with short gazes. were the mess hall a glass of water, morgana would be quickly sipping at it.
...hm. she has no idea how to conduct herself in an area like this in front of him, she realizes. for as much as she wanted him in that cottage with her, this is somehow more like the brothel than her cottage. ]