notyourutopian | IC Contact: Recollé

You joke, but there are definitely a lot of concepts that I keep remembering that have to do with people being interconnected.

Kind of similar to here, to be honest. The fight to keep your own individuality in the face of a world where everyone exists on a social level. Where the self that is seen by others might be considered more 'true' than what you know in your own mind, since you can't prove it exists.

The stand-alone complex.

That's

Way more philosophical than I can usually get I think.

Oh. Sorry. I know I do that.

Short answer yes? Long answer but we are still tied to physical forms?

Half-singularity, then?
Which is probably better than the whole one, really.

[It's entirely possible and John's also just a menace sometimes. He laughs slightly and also order a glass of water before he continues.]

As much as I am sure Dave's methods work, I would never say no to the extra help. Plus I live with him. Seeing other people is probably not the worst thing. Engineering involves a lot of math anyway, right?

[A complete menace, really. Toying with a girl's mind entirely on accident!]

It does. A lot of it. I suppose I'm lucky that I've had a knack for that too. Thank you.

[This last bit is directed towards the waitress as she comes back briefly with their waters, and Eleanor carefully sets the roses into the glass, then places them off to the side on the table.]

There.

[He eyes the roses and he grins slightly. Let's be honest, he probably wouldn't have thought of that himself.]

Good idea. They'll stay fresher longer, I think. [But he waves a hand and looks back at the menu instead. Food. Food is a thing that is happening.] I am pretty sure the only knack I have is for maybe magic tricks, music, and bad jokes.

That's the idea.

[She agreed as she finally picked up her menu. Diner food, diner food...so, either a cheeseburger, or breakfast. Decisions, decisions...]

Well it sounds like you have a shot at some kind of performing arts future at least. [She said with a bit of a teassing smirk.] Maybe not a great shot though.

Hey! [He laughs though.] I think you will probably change your mind if you ever hear me play? But it's not really something I want to do. It sounds fun, don't get me wrong, but I do not think it is right for me. And magic is just for fun. I was pretty into it when I was a kid but I stopped learning after a while.

I could only hope.

But I still don't have the whole picture. Whatever Retrospec wants me to get out of this world, I'm only seeing little pieces of it. Bits of technology, bits of philosophy, and I'm trying to see how it all fits together.

Hey, it's not my fault I haven't heard you play, you were supposed to tell me when you were practicing sometime.

[Hmm. Okay. Definitely breakfast.]

So...can you do any magic tricks then?

You and everyone else.
Maybe this next bit will explain it...or this next bit...or the bit after that...

But it never does.

I've been busy. [It's a feeble defense, but:] I actually got pulled into this last-minute project for someone so I have been out of the music room for a while. But definitely soon if you still want to come.

[There's a nod though before he picks his food and closes the menu, waiting for someone to come back to take their order.] Maybe one or two? I think the other me used to be really into them though.

Hey. no worries. I assumed you wanted an audience, no need to apologize to me.

[She shrugged, opening her mouth to say something else, but then the waitress was back, so instead she ordered her pancakes and bacon. And a bagel. And orange juice. Then back to him once she left, folding her arms on the edge of the table as she regarded him.]

So, what tricks? Card tricks?

[He seems to reconsider his own choice before there's an order of eggs and bacon and orange juice and the waitress disappears as John focuses on Eleanor again.]

I am still getting used to playing in front of people again, too. But it's easier now. And yeah, card tricks mostly. They were the easiest to pick up on and a different form of sleight of hand that did not require a lot of effort to execute. I don't have a deck with me or I would show you right now.

It's sad to think that eventually it will stop. When we see everything there is to see.

But what'll be left of us when that happens?

Hell, I hate thinking about this stuff but everything leads back to it. What are you up to in the meantime?

[Eleanor looked so amused.]

You keep telling me you have all these talents, but you can never show me any of them. I'm starting to get a tad suspicious.

Hey, it's not really my fault the stars don't align all the time or whatever. Or, like, that our schedules keep clashing. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.] I've been getting caught up in stuff and sort of forgetting that the outside world exists.

School mostly.
Trying to live as normally as possible.

Right. You started at University? Engineering, right?

Yeah.
Although I only have one engineering class right now

Everything else is just core fluff.

[She chucked at his sheepishness.]

I'm just teasing, John, really.

I am just saying! I want you to come by sometime. I did promise. [He will always continue to be sheepish okay, it just. Is.] I've been writing a lot for class based on stuff I remember.

Writing music, you mean?

And sure, seriously, just text me next time and I'll come over. I'm either on campus in the lab or at my apartment anymore.

[Stupid homework.]

Yeah. I took a break for a few years and I am just starting to get back into it? [There's a hint of a grin.] I think Dave's getting more out of it than I am, but it's good practice. Plus I have a composition course this term so it's a nice change from science and math and shit I'm not good at. But I will. I kind of get carried away for hours so even if you're working you can come by later.

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