wordmiser (
wordmiser) wrote in
driftfleet2015-03-31 11:14 pm
1. Art
Who: Jinx Halcomb
Broadcast: Network sound
Action: the Marsiva
When: Sometime before the shuffle!
[Jinx had decided the best way to entertain herself would be to make Art. And she couldn't take apart any of the people here, they would very much be Noticed as Missing. Not enough of a crowd around to hide the disappearance.
Instead, Jinx is taking apart a Machine.
It is significantly less satisfying. At least she managed to get some grease out of it eventually. It took shoving her hand in and wiggling it about. At the moment, she is meticulously removing wires and arranging them on top of the speared grease to create a meadow scene in 3D. She may have started broadcasting white noise in order to simulate air rushing through grass.
And possibly to see how many people would notice.]
Broadcast: Network sound
Action: the Marsiva
When: Sometime before the shuffle!
[Jinx had decided the best way to entertain herself would be to make Art. And she couldn't take apart any of the people here, they would very much be Noticed as Missing. Not enough of a crowd around to hide the disappearance.
Instead, Jinx is taking apart a Machine.
It is significantly less satisfying. At least she managed to get some grease out of it eventually. It took shoving her hand in and wiggling it about. At the moment, she is meticulously removing wires and arranging them on top of the speared grease to create a meadow scene in 3D. She may have started broadcasting white noise in order to simulate air rushing through grass.
And possibly to see how many people would notice.]

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It's a pleasure, Jinx.
[hmm, she would like to chat more but she figure she should check...] I'm sorry for distracting you so for your project. I'll let you return to your work?
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[She's almost doneish. Just a few more finishing touches. She likes that this conversation hasn't required anything other than grunts from her.
She wonders vaguely how she can train other people to do the same thing.]
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Goodbye. [and without ceremony she'll hang up the call. She'll chat with you again someday, Jinx :3]
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About an hour later Jinx sends a picture of her mixed-media image to the frequency she'd been talked at on. It's a meadow scene, with wire trees and scrap metal mountains and grease rivers. Big enough to cover about a third of the hallway floor she'd taken over.]
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It's beautiful :)