1.1.01.01.033: flowers must not be picked.
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needshumility[Eddie is sat in the colour garden. The colours of the flowers should be enough to give normal people headaches. He's got a book open. He's picking through the red flowers, though, and vaguely humming Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific.]
When I look at Univisual Red - that's the artificial stuff - it's not just looking at Red. It's memories of a musical, of [slight pause] your parents. Of a family pet.
[He stops looking at them, because that's driving him nuts.] Sensory overload in a way.
Other colours produced are similar, you hear classical music when you take Green. It makes looking at a piece of art produced in Univisual paint... something to be experienced.
Someone recently told me that this is... unusual for the Previous. It's called, um, synesthesia. It's quite fascinating to read about, actually. I was wondering if anyone here had experienced this.
[Private to Jane]
I forgot to tell you two things. If you're not busy.
[Infirmary filter]
Hi. Just a quick note to say that Victor's said he'd much prefer to work in the engine room. I said he could, so... if they want him, I'm going to have to pull him from your staff. Hope this isn't a problem.
[Engine room wardens.]
My inmate - Victor Frankenstein - expressed an interest in working in the engine room. I know he's not, ah, got a great track record with machines, but I presume you teach him safety and all these things, so it might do him some good. More than anything, he's very interested in doing it and quite trustworthy.
[Private to Victor]
I contacted both the infirmary and engine room about you wanting to change work. I'll let you know what they say.
I also had a favour to ask.
When I look at Univisual Red - that's the artificial stuff - it's not just looking at Red. It's memories of a musical, of [slight pause] your parents. Of a family pet.
[He stops looking at them, because that's driving him nuts.] Sensory overload in a way.
Other colours produced are similar, you hear classical music when you take Green. It makes looking at a piece of art produced in Univisual paint... something to be experienced.
Someone recently told me that this is... unusual for the Previous. It's called, um, synesthesia. It's quite fascinating to read about, actually. I was wondering if anyone here had experienced this.
[Private to Jane]
I forgot to tell you two things. If you're not busy.
[Infirmary filter]
Hi. Just a quick note to say that Victor's said he'd much prefer to work in the engine room. I said he could, so... if they want him, I'm going to have to pull him from your staff. Hope this isn't a problem.
[Engine room wardens.]
My inmate - Victor Frankenstein - expressed an interest in working in the engine room. I know he's not, ah, got a great track record with machines, but I presume you teach him safety and all these things, so it might do him some good. More than anything, he's very interested in doing it and quite trustworthy.
[Private to Victor]
I contacted both the infirmary and engine room about you wanting to change work. I'll let you know what they say.
I also had a favour to ask.
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Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 12:14 pm (UTC)And I suppose that it is. I don't know.
Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 12:16 pm (UTC)It's the starting point of things like Chromotology. It must be. Everything that happened to us actually has a base in the Previous' world. This included.
Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 12:18 pm (UTC)How did you figure all this out?
Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 04:53 pm (UTC)The rest was just research and logic.
Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 04:59 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 05:02 pm (UTC)So I can get into National Colour. But not totally rely on everything they teach you.
Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 05:10 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2011-09-03 05:18 pm (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-03 11:45 pm (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-03 11:51 pm (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-03 11:57 pm (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-03 11:58 pm (UTC)Tommy mentioned this thing called a torch.
Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:00 am (UTC)A torch? What do you mean? Like the sort Indy uses in caves?
Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:06 am (UTC)Ye... no, no, not like those. Not fire. Like a daylighter, but you can turn them on and off.
Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:07 am (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:09 am (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:12 am (UTC)Re: Private - Later that evening!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:16 am (UTC)Meet you there.
Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:28 am (UTC)Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:35 am (UTC)Evening.
Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:40 am (UTC)It's alright.
Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:50 am (UTC)There's the moon. [That was all he could see.]
Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:57 am (UTC)Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 12:59 am (UTC)Yes, I'm fine. Just fine. Just don't let go.
Re: Spam!
Date: 2011-09-04 01:01 am (UTC)Re: Spam!
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