Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[witchual]

Well, if you're gonna put it so bluntly, it's not, really. Look at that. They set out to make an artificial human, and they basically made a real one.

[ Magilou gives a small chuckle, devoid of humor or mirth. ]

You and me both. But if you're looking for something to do...

[ She puts a hand to her chin, deep in thought. ]

How about doing something for yourself instead? Live in the moment, loosen up, learn a new skill. How good are you with... I dunno. Planting flowers or reading or translating?

[ That last one is the purpose the kid she knows who needed to find his own humanity learned, after all. Maybe it's a constant that can help. ]

[usedlick]

I can read at approximately a thousand words per millisecond, and I can translate three thousand, seven hundred and five languages and dialects. We're still working on translation patches for others.

[But as for the other thing...]

However, I have never had need for the skill to plant flowers. So I don't know how to do it.

[And he doesn't know how to do things for his own interest, anyway.]

[witchual]

[ Magilou is silent, as she considers what to do and what to say. Flowers can be a difficult subject for her, but she did bring it up. ]

Is there not beauty in the most pointless things? There's no need to do any of them for anything other than personal desire. It's selfish.

[ The look in her eyes is solemn, serious. ]

But it's that selfishness that makes it worthwhile. A paradox, isn't it? [ She has a feeling that she knows how this might work, so she adds: ] I'll teach you because I want something to do. That's a selfish desire from a human. Is that a good order for you?