I'm a Replica and So Can You!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Ri has just found himself flung bodily into what looks like a large conference room. There's a large projection screen towards one end, where there's also a raised platform and podium. All the chairs are arranged neatly facing the stage, and off to the sides there's table with dispensers of water (with slices of lemon and ice!) and coffee, with the necessary cups and condiments. There's even a little buffet of snacking things in the back of the room, and a table with individual folders filled with personal empowerment worksheets. Two Dusks are also on the stage, seemingly trying to fiddle with the PowerPoint presentation on a laptop, which is hard to do when you have no fingers.

Oh, and that projection screen? The first slide says this: YOU'RE NOT REAL! AND THAT'S OKAY!]


... the fuck is all this?



[OOC: Open post~ All Replicas, clones, and other reality-challenged people are welcome to attend. Or might even find themselves thrown into the room if they're in denial. Because self-esteem personal empowerment seminars are totes important.]

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[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[get ready for impact, there's someone who looks very much like a Roxas being thrown in after you!]

Hey!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*thankfully he's fast and manages to catch you before you bowl him over too*

Whoa!

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[if you've caught him, you're close enough to catch those mingled scents of sex, cologne and perfume coming from him and his clothes. if there were any doubt to what he's been doing with his existence, that line of hickeys down his throat and disappearing into his shirt should clear it up.]

What the hell is going on now?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*those scents are pretty strong yes and he'll be letting you go once you've got your balance*

Don't ask me. I just got here, too.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't seem afraid, just irritated, and is frowning at the Dusks.]

Maybe they have something to do with it. What's that say up there?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he frowns a bit*

Forget your glasses or something? It says... sonovabitch.

*yes he finally actually read the slide*

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

No. What does a bitch's son have to do with anything?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

No no. I was swearing. The stupid slide says: "You're not real! And that's okay!" Something tells me this won't be any good.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[Roxas has now gained +1 new word!]

Ridiculous. Of course we're real. We're here, aren't we?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*the more you know~*

Well, you don't look like a Replica to me. But I know that I am.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Replica? No, but I've been called a Gemini.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*oops that makes him tense up a little*

... well, I guess that means you count as "not real" too.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he'll be happy to know that this one is entirely human, then. or well, as human as he can be, given what he is.]

I'm pretty sure there's one or two people here that can disagree with that.

[he's smirking, and straying closer to Ri.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Of course. But it looks like this is some sort of... meeting for people who aren't, technically, "Real".

*why are you coming closer :/ he's going to look at one of those folder and flip through it for more info*

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he likes to invade the personal space of others. he also wants to see what it is you have there, even if he can't make sense of the writing. brb draping himself over one of your shoulders familiarly, though his attention appears to be on the folder.]

It isn't much of a meeting right now. What's this?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*you are far too short to drape yourself over his shoulders when he's standing :/ you are getting a little Look because he's sort of tetchy about his personal space around those he doesn't know*

Looks like a schedule... and worksheets for us to fill out. Ugh. I didn't think I'd have to be dealing with more homework.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[it's more like his arm draping over your closest shoulder. that Look is getting ignored in favor of trying to make sense out of the papers.]

I'm not doing it. I don't even know what it's asking to fill out. If they want to know something they should just come out and ask.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Dusks can't talk. They don't have vocal chords to talk in a way you'd understand.

*squinting at the forms*

What sort of bullshit questions are these?

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs a bit, resting his chin on the arm he still has draped over you, looking unconcerned.]

You tell me, you're the one who can read that nonsense.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*not impressed, and shrugging his shoulder away*

You can't read?

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Not this. I can read scripture, but why would I want to?

[writing has changed a lot since the time his original is from.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*frowns a bit*

I have no idea what scripture is, but knowing how to read is important. Even my son can read, and he's seven.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

My other half I suppose you could call him, grew up in a church. A very long time ago, from what I've learned. I'm not stupid, I just don't care to learn more than what I already know.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

As long as you keep telling yourself that, you might believe it some day.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Why should I bother to learn when I can get other people like you to just read it for me? I'd rather be doing more interesting things.

[that is a very unabashed look-over he's giving you, as if he's already able to imagine what you might be like in bed.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not here for your amusement. And I'm betting we won't be able to leave the room until we fill out the forms.

*he's fabulous thanks, and also snatching up a pen to write his answers down with*

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Too bad. You're not even going to try it first?

[he could be talking about himself or the door.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he just shrugs and holds out one hand, opening a portal that he steps into... and promptly emerges on the other side of the room*

... thought so. Whenever I'm thrown into a room against my will, I usually can't leave easily.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he isn't nearly as frightened by such a display as his counterpart would be. in fact, he looks very interested.]

How did you do that?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean the portal? It's an ability I have.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Can anyone learn to do it?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*thinks about that*

... nope.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

Do you think I'd be able to do it then?

[if anything is to be sensed about his human Heart, he does actually have a lot of dark feelings to it. he doesn't have any way of tapping any sort of power, however.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he looks at you appraisingly before shaking his head a bit*

You don't have magic that I can sense. At least, not any magic I'd be familiar with.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

That's not surprising. If he were able to do anything like magic he would have been dead long before now.

[staying alive long enough for his gemini to be born is about all he thinks the original Roxas was good for.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you're one of the geminis who hate their other originals. How trite.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

What's not to hate? He thinks anyone and everyone is good and nice. He wouldn't know the truth until it mounted him. I don't know about yours, but mine is an embarrassment.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

My Real Thing is one of my boyfriends.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

If you can't kill them, fuck them? You might have something there.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he makes a face, even though that's basically true, then just gives you a strange smile since he's touchy about people making perceived insults towards the ones he cares about*

You know, the last gemini I met? I castrated him. He was a pervert.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[they're pretty much ignoring whatever they were tossed in here for, aren't they.]

Your point?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... yes but it's okay*

And then I staked him to a wall after I gutted him, to teach him a lesson. It was pretty fun.

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

[he's smirking, because he likes violence.]

I'm not a pervert. I'm just a slut.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Same difference.

*he's going to take a seat with his folder and start filling out paperwork now*

[notyourchoirboy.livejournal.com]

It doesn't bother me what you think of me. I'm just having fun with this life while I have it.

[and ruining his original's reputation at the same time is just the icing on the cake. he isn't bothering to even read the writing in his own folder, he's just going to park himself next to you and start copying your markings.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Frankly, I don't care. You're free to do what you want. But it doesn't mean anyone will remember you. Actually, it just makes me want to meet your original, because if you act like this, he must be a saint.