candothat: (Sad: Lost her)
2012-08-31 07:52 pm

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[Oddly enough, there's no video accompanying this particular entry.]

I have been thinking, and it seems--at the risk of sounding Vulcan--illogical, putting effort into anything in the City. Yes, I realize that this way of thinking can be applied to life as a whole, but in the City, memory is so-- [a long pause, during which, one imagines, Chekov gestures wildly in an attempt to find the correct word] --tenuous?

What I mean is, at home, we are constantly learning, accumulating knowledge and, unless something out of the ordinary happens, what we learn never leaves us. And even when we die, there is something of our existence left... memories, a legacy--something. Memories may not last forever, and we are forgotten as those who knew us or have heard of us die also, but in the City... how long do memories of anyone last? Six years? Five?

That is not to say that I believe we should stop doing things here, in the City. As one of my professors would have said, work, activity, and social interactions are important to the well-being of humans and humanoids, even if none of the results are lasting, but it bothers me to think that there is nothing that I will retain from the time spent here. I cannot imagine that--living here and learning, only to forget once I leave. And those I have come to know, when they leave, will have no memory of what happened here. That--everyone forgetting--seems more final than death.

It bothers me more than death, I think. Maybe that is only because death is a phenomenon that I understand and have some familiarity with; maybe it is vanity speaking and I dislike the thought of being forgotten so easily.

Mostly, I am very attached to my mind. There is nothing that I value more than what I have learned and what I remember, and I do not want that taken away.

[He almost sounds... upset? But then, just as cheerfully as ever--]

Howl, Sophie--have you seen Peter recently? I am beginning to become concerned.


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candothat: (Smile: Whatcha gonna do)
2012-05-27 08:13 pm
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I have been lucky escaping curses this month. The curse where people were trying to eat other people--

[He trails off as a more distant voice becomes far louder. The tone, however, clearly indicates whining.]

Peter, please, I am recording.

[Peter's indistinct complaints fade to an irate murmur.]

That was a curse I did not care for. But in better news, I have found Peter. Howl, Sophie, Tessa? I am bringing him to the house; it seemed cruel to leave him on his own. He may not agree, but he's not good at taking care of himself.

[There's a protest from Peter. Chekov shushes him.]

Also, Tessa? We need to talk, I think.


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candothat: (Serious: Earnest)
2012-05-18 10:24 pm

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[public text & action]

Has everyone survived finals?

sent at 20:49


[By nightfall, Chekov has traded the university for the beach. It's a quiet enough location when no one is holding an impromptu party and, most importantly, it offers the best view of the sky in the City (the best view, that is, that can be had without trekking up a small mountain). The seventeen year-old is alternating between stargazing and writing--drawing?--in a notebook, aided by the light function of his network device.

He might also be taking an occasional break from these two activities to build a sandcastle near the shoreline, but no one needs to know about that. It will be gone by the time the tide comes in and Chekov will go back to pretending to be a mature adult.]


[private text to Howl]

I hope that your party was good and that you did not fail everything and disappoint Sophie.
 
sent at 20:46


[private text to Charlie]

Did your Mandarin test go well? I passed the English proficiency test but I was told that I am difficult to understand even if I (usually) say the correct thing.

sent at 20:44


[private text to Tessa]

Everything is finished finally!

Are you busy this evening? I have a very important question that I would like to ask you in person although I hope I already know the answer to it.

sent at 20:23
 


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candothat: (Smile: Whatcha gonna do)
2012-04-21 02:47 pm

[video]

[It seems that Chekov has kept himself busy collecting pictures today; they're scattered across the floor of the apartment (which is itself unusually tidy, pictures aside), some right-side up and others upside-down. If the viewer looks very closely, he or she might make out a few of the pictures closest to the network device.]

This is harmless enough, I think. No one is dying, except of embarrassment, possibly.

[He picks up a handful of discarded photos and shuffles through them, making faces at each one before discarding it--disgust, amusement, more disgust, glee.]

I believe I will keep some of these. It is polite to notify the person in the image, correct? Others... others, I have no use for. Doctor McCoy, maybe you would like one of the friend who cooks for you?

[Chekov holds one photo up for all of the network to see.]

If you should see the man in this picture who is not me, tell me, please. I am very unhappy with him for not visiting.

Filtered to Tessa // Unhackable )

Filtered to McCoy // Unhackable )

Filtered to DEITIES // Unhackable )


[ooc: If Chekov doesn't know your character but you would like to have had him locate one of their pictures, feel free to have said character spot whatever image to please laying around. He's nosy; all of the pictures were fair game.]

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