TP - PERIDOT DORM 1.0

[impacter]

If any of the Peridots die, we shall make a new dorm PC (unless the dead, idk, become ghosts or something).

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[impacter]

...I'm not the best person to ask about that, I'm afraid. But perhaps time will give us more answers.

[A beat passes. He's returned from the kitchenette by now (rip this dorm PC for sending Solomon in five directions at once rip), so he'll set aside one of the empty cups to pour a glass for the boy.]

I don't think I caught your name.

[heartstringless]

[He will just kind of hover around like a lost puppy, but he will also help if needed.]

My name is Pinocchio, sir. What should I call you?

[impacter]

"Pinnochio"?

Interesting. I think I remember a boy from an old story with that sort of name.

[Here, Mr. Hover Puppy, you're being offered a glass. Hydrate please.]

You can call me Solomon, Pinnochio.

[heartstringless]

Really? I've never met—or read of—anyone with a name like mine.

[Strange! He wonders, for the first time, why his father named him what he did.

Oh. He takes the glass.]

It's good to meet you, Mr Solomon. Even if the situation is not... very ideal. [He is just holding the glass.]

[impacter]

Please, just Solomon is fine. I don't like feeling too old.

[He settles back down into his seat with a sigh.]

Maybe we can find the story of it in the books scattered around here, if we're lucky. It's about a wooden puppet that wishes to be a real boy, and the troubles he gets into in his pursuit for fun.

[heartstringless]

[Turns to face him, though his steps still because-]

...Huh?

[Wait, is this guy messing with him-]

[impacter]

[...]

Eh?

What, did I say something strange?

[heartstringless]

No. It's just... [Well, that's a lie, really.]

I'm a puppet. So...

[impacter]

[...

Well! That would explain the age.]

In what way? You... seem very self aware.

[heartstringless]

I'm particularly advanced. Father made me that way.

[Um...]

But I'm not flesh and blood like a human, if that's what you mean.

[impacter]

[Huh. Interesting, if the Father believes Pinocchio to be just as alive as the rest.... but then again they DO have an apple just floating around.]

Fascinating... are you machinery, then, or something else...?

[heartstringless]

[Pinocchio believes himself to be alive, too, though whether or not that has any actual bearing on the fact itself is probably more philosophical than empirical.]

I think that's the best way to describe it. I'm machinery, but I also house a soul inside of me. And I have memories, and react to experiences with emotions, just like any other human.

[impacter]

A soul? Odd, that... shouldn't be possible, I think... Not like this.

Is it unique to you, or was it taken from something else?

[heartstringless]

A lot of puppets run on something called Ergo, which is just the refined energy of souls. But mine... my heart is special. It was custom-made by my father. To make my experiences more human in general.

[impacter]

[The energy...?]

Here I'd have to wonder how they obtain that kind of power out of a soul...

[He rests his chin against his hand, cocking his head.]

You do seem to fit the storybook, don't you? Though... I might have to see if your face changes shapes if you tell a lie.