( Is it possible to go back to the flower island? Because landing here is quite the shock after the relative peace of natural splendour. The carnival is too noisy, too bright with artificial light, too full of the sickly blend of candied and mechanical scents. Chloe has never visited a fairground, circus or anything of the sort before. If this is anything to go by, it's not an experience she's sad she's missed out on.
Slowly drifting along, she pauses at a game or two. Mostly because she finds the way the stuffed animal prizes are strung up within the booth, their eyes all staring out from where they hang in formation, deeply unsettling. She declines the barking offers to step on up and try her luck with a shake of her head.
She does like the idea of the Ferris wheel - it's more sedate and offers the chance to get away from the carnival throng for a little while. Except it doesn't look like... the most stable structure she's seen. So yes, that would be Chloe quizzing the ride controller on when the last safety and maintenance checks were carried out and if there's any form of log to evidence said checks. )
⭕ TEMPLE
( In the small hours, Chloe sits in the doorway of a trailer. It's a behaviour she's repeated each night since arriving on this new island. When she should be in rest mode, she's awake and just sitting quietly. There may be buzz from the carnival still but she doesn't want to risk disturbing any sleeping Travelers. That, and she's tired. The circular LED at her temple blinks a steady scarlet in the dark.
It isn't that she doesn't want to rest. It's that every time she does, the garden that functions as an equivalent to human dreaming isn't the relaxing, rejuvenating place it should be. The impossibly friendly animals that populate it are all in hiding. The trees are bare. Most stark of all is the blanket of snow that covers everything. It's a scene that's appeared before. Once. But she managed to make it go away.
Another troubling development is the red encroaching on the edges of her vision. It's happened when she's awake and now it invades her respite from the world. It's taunting. Beckoning. And she can't manage to make it go away forever. )
⭕ HALL OF MIRRORS ( cw: potential mentions of emotional abuse )
( To get into the fairground spirit, Chloe's going into what she assumes will be a tamer experience than some of the other attractions. It's not like she can keep moping around the midway like a lost little lamb. It's not very becoming, and she doesn't appreciate such an attitude in herself. Maybe figuring out the route will be fun. It's something to keep the mind occupied, anyway. She gives her companion a cheery 'we can do this' smile and starts off on the path into the maze.
For a start she's more focused on working out which direction to go, and whether her companion has gotten themselves lost, than the reflections. Turning to round a corner, she comes face to face with a mirror instead. Staring back at her is the white plastic form that's underneath her synthetic skin. It's entirely bound in what looks like a ribbon of glitching red light littered with cracks.
Chloe almost falls over herself as she backs off. There are plenty of mumbled apologies as she isn't sure if what she bumps into is another mirror or the person navigating the maze with her. Either way, she doesn't look like she plans on wasting time in finding the exit. )
⭕ COULROPHOBIA ( cw: potential mentions of emotional abuse )
( The horses lure Chloe in. Majestic and elegant, she can't resist the chance to watch them. The trapeze artists put on an excellent show too, graceful and daring. All in all, it's a good time. The bombardment of sound and sparkle isn't so jarring.
Then there are the clowns. Their faces are reminiscent of Carcosa's mask. They're boisterous and loud and painfully unfunny. No doubt they are doing their best to be entertaining and so she watches out of politeness, making herself smile along.
She recoils back in her seat when the Pierrot bumbles on up to her, hoping her reluctance to engage will make the clown move along. She should know better by now. The clown cups a hand around her painted mouth and whispers to the android: liar, liar, pants on fire! You said you miss your home but that's just for show! Lyin', lyin', think he's cryin'? Boo hoo, so sad! And you're so glad! Stay and let him cry a river, right? A cosy thought to hold you tight. Maybe you can sleep tonight.
Dancing backwards away from her, the clown alternates between wild wailing and manic laughter. Laughter Chloe joins her in. It rises up and forces its way out of her mouth. Her head tilts back and she's almost bouncing in her seat. )
⭕ WILDCARD
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Chloe | Detroit: Become Human
( Is it possible to go back to the flower island? Because landing here is quite the shock after the relative peace of natural splendour. The carnival is too noisy, too bright with artificial light, too full of the sickly blend of candied and mechanical scents. Chloe has never visited a fairground, circus or anything of the sort before. If this is anything to go by, it's not an experience she's sad she's missed out on.
Slowly drifting along, she pauses at a game or two. Mostly because she finds the way the stuffed animal prizes are strung up within the booth, their eyes all staring out from where they hang in formation, deeply unsettling. She declines the barking offers to step on up and try her luck with a shake of her head.
She does like the idea of the Ferris wheel - it's more sedate and offers the chance to get away from the carnival throng for a little while. Except it doesn't look like... the most stable structure she's seen. So yes, that would be Chloe quizzing the ride controller on when the last safety and maintenance checks were carried out and if there's any form of log to evidence said checks. )
⭕ TEMPLE
( In the small hours, Chloe sits in the doorway of a trailer. It's a behaviour she's repeated each night since arriving on this new island. When she should be in rest mode, she's awake and just sitting quietly. There may be buzz from the carnival still but she doesn't want to risk disturbing any sleeping Travelers. That, and she's tired. The circular LED at her temple blinks a steady scarlet in the dark.
It isn't that she doesn't want to rest. It's that every time she does, the garden that functions as an equivalent to human dreaming isn't the relaxing, rejuvenating place it should be. The impossibly friendly animals that populate it are all in hiding. The trees are bare. Most stark of all is the blanket of snow that covers everything. It's a scene that's appeared before. Once. But she managed to make it go away.
Another troubling development is the red encroaching on the edges of her vision. It's happened when she's awake and now it invades her respite from the world. It's taunting. Beckoning. And she can't manage to make it go away forever. )
⭕ HALL OF MIRRORS ( cw: potential mentions of emotional abuse )
( To get into the fairground spirit, Chloe's going into what she assumes will be a tamer experience than some of the other attractions. It's not like she can keep moping around the midway like a lost little lamb. It's not very becoming, and she doesn't appreciate such an attitude in herself. Maybe figuring out the route will be fun. It's something to keep the mind occupied, anyway. She gives her companion a cheery 'we can do this' smile and starts off on the path into the maze.
For a start she's more focused on working out which direction to go, and whether her companion has gotten themselves lost, than the reflections. Turning to round a corner, she comes face to face with a mirror instead. Staring back at her is the white plastic form that's underneath her synthetic skin. It's entirely bound in what looks like a ribbon of glitching red light littered with cracks.
Chloe almost falls over herself as she backs off. There are plenty of mumbled apologies as she isn't sure if what she bumps into is another mirror or the person navigating the maze with her. Either way, she doesn't look like she plans on wasting time in finding the exit. )
⭕ COULROPHOBIA ( cw: potential mentions of emotional abuse )
( The horses lure Chloe in. Majestic and elegant, she can't resist the chance to watch them. The trapeze artists put on an excellent show too, graceful and daring. All in all, it's a good time. The bombardment of sound and sparkle isn't so jarring.
Then there are the clowns. Their faces are reminiscent of Carcosa's mask. They're boisterous and loud and painfully unfunny. No doubt they are doing their best to be entertaining and so she watches out of politeness, making herself smile along.
She recoils back in her seat when the Pierrot bumbles on up to her, hoping her reluctance to engage will make the clown move along. She should know better by now. The clown cups a hand around her painted mouth and whispers to the android: liar, liar, pants on fire! You said you miss your home but that's just for show! Lyin', lyin', think he's cryin'? Boo hoo, so sad! And you're so glad! Stay and let him cry a river, right? A cosy thought to hold you tight. Maybe you can sleep tonight.
Dancing backwards away from her, the clown alternates between wild wailing and manic laughter. Laughter Chloe joins her in. It rises up and forces its way out of her mouth. Her head tilts back and she's almost bouncing in her seat. )
⭕ WILDCARD
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