void_whereprohibited (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
void_whereprohibited) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thearena2014-09-18 01:01 pm
void_whereprohibited) wrote in thearena2014-09-18 01:01 pm
[I am not what I was] [CLOSED]
Who | Cecil and Dave; Cecil, Justin, and Initiate; Cecil, Kankri, and Venus; Cecil and Carlos
What | Cecil is given a t-shirt, hangs out with Avoxes, and narrowly avoids death by cosmetics! It is a busy week!
Where | Around the Arena, ending in the Night Vale store
When | Throughout week 3 - timelines to be fudged as required
Warnings | General warning for violence - will specify as necessary.
Sameness is important, to an Avox. Sameness is, in many ways, defining to an Avox. They are designed to be all but interchangeable; to value routine above all else; to perform every accustomed task efficiently every time. To act as tools - useful, without autonomy, and replaceable. Sameness prevents them having to make decisions, because individuality lies in choice.
The Arena was not made for Avoxes. Every second presents a choice here, Cecil is finding - he chooses now where to sleep, and whether to sleep, where to be and what tasks to focus on, whom to approach and from whom to run. He was drawn toward other people, at first, people who might give him a command with which to ground himself-- but now he avoids them, because he has no illusions about his ability to lift a hand against them.
But it is a choice, to avoid them. And once he'd consciously made that choice, other choices could only follow. Small ones, at first - the choice of when to go down to the cafeteria to seek food, and then the choice to change out his increasingly filthy skating outfit for real clothes (still in white, but not the clothes he'd been given-- not the clothes he'd been implicitly commanded to wear). But bigger choices followed, like the choice to rescue Albert from small bladed vacuum cleaners. Like the choice only to hesitate-- not to obey-- when someone shouted Stop at him as he ran.
The Arena is not a place for sameness, and almost in spite of himself, Cecil has adapted. It is not a freeing feeling-- it is terrifying. It feels like a betrayal. He is waiting, even now, for the inevitable punishment for his insubordination.
But so far, it has not come; and so he is surviving.
What | Cecil is given a t-shirt, hangs out with Avoxes, and narrowly avoids death by cosmetics! It is a busy week!
Where | Around the Arena, ending in the Night Vale store
When | Throughout week 3 - timelines to be fudged as required
Warnings | General warning for violence - will specify as necessary.
Sameness is important, to an Avox. Sameness is, in many ways, defining to an Avox. They are designed to be all but interchangeable; to value routine above all else; to perform every accustomed task efficiently every time. To act as tools - useful, without autonomy, and replaceable. Sameness prevents them having to make decisions, because individuality lies in choice.
The Arena was not made for Avoxes. Every second presents a choice here, Cecil is finding - he chooses now where to sleep, and whether to sleep, where to be and what tasks to focus on, whom to approach and from whom to run. He was drawn toward other people, at first, people who might give him a command with which to ground himself-- but now he avoids them, because he has no illusions about his ability to lift a hand against them.
But it is a choice, to avoid them. And once he'd consciously made that choice, other choices could only follow. Small ones, at first - the choice of when to go down to the cafeteria to seek food, and then the choice to change out his increasingly filthy skating outfit for real clothes (still in white, but not the clothes he'd been given-- not the clothes he'd been implicitly commanded to wear). But bigger choices followed, like the choice to rescue Albert from small bladed vacuum cleaners. Like the choice only to hesitate-- not to obey-- when someone shouted Stop at him as he ran.
The Arena is not a place for sameness, and almost in spite of himself, Cecil has adapted. It is not a freeing feeling-- it is terrifying. It feels like a betrayal. He is waiting, even now, for the inevitable punishment for his insubordination.
But so far, it has not come; and so he is surviving.