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video; un: max
Good evening.
[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]
Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.
So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?
And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.
[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]
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[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]
Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.
So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?
And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.
[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]
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Or anything else, for that matter. [ Max gets an approving look as Dazai's eyes roam down towards her decolletage. In fact, ever the enthusiast of good fashion, Dazai tries to tilt the screen and 'appreciate' the lovely cut of her bustier and all it contains even more. ]
You certainly are holding your breath for a slew of it.
[ Max doesn't strike him as some doe-eyed waif that needs the biased opinions of others to guide her way. If anything, she exudes the aura of someone forged into stronger stuff by surviving without them. ]
Are you really that hard up for guidance from complete strangers?
Or is this just boredom at work?
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Anyway. His obvious appraisal lifts her brow a few ticks, though she makes no move to obstruct his view. Finished yet? ]
Do not mistake me, sir. I have no need for your guidance. [ His, specifically. .. :) ] Only, I believe that we have found ourselves in this situation together, and if we are to succeed in this world, it may be easier in concert than alone. To know where each of us stand, and where we would hope to go, seems the first step in providing such assistance.
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[ Her disapproval doesn't ruffle him in the least. If anything, Dazai expects a measure of tense bristling after he plays the salacious cad card. ]
That is one opinion. [ It's a testament to the human ( or not so human ) spirit that strangers naturally try to rally together. He admires that, even if on most days Dazai struggles to wholeheartedly hold a belief in that sense of unity, no matter his generally helpful actions. ]
Meanwhile! Did you know the person most likely to murder you is someone you know?
[ The conversation swerves into territory that most people would find disturbing. Yet Dazai brings it up like the weather, agreeably palming his chin and maintaining a smile throughout the conversation. Dazai isn't exactly proclaiming he disagrees that people should work together. But at the same time he's happy to question this idealistic utopian fantasy. ]
Statistics seem to disagree. [ He tilts his head thoughtfully. ]
At least when it comes to the 'better together' theory, and assuming we're all going to get along and help one another.
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[ Nobody asked for an intervention and yet here Wynonna is anyway, flicking the screen with a fingernail like she's tinking on the glass at an aquarium to get something's attention. ]
Why don't you take your baby-serial-killer shit and go creep on someone your own size. Like...I don't know, a ferret? The GEICO gecko? Something in that general category.
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[ She sounds equal parts annoyed and— well. Not Annoyed. Charmed might be an overstatement. ]
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I mean I can leave you to it if you're into that, no judgment, I just get some serious 'wants to wear your skin like a coat' vibes from this one.
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It is far from necessary, [ She's dealt with worse, probably, ] But if you are enjoying yourself, by all means.
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I doubt very much all of us will see eye to eye, no. Some of us, however, may find mutual self-interest to be sufficient reason for cooperation — and some will not.
[ He doesn't strike her as the former, thus far. ]
[ Levels of deduction that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would approve of. ]
[ Sticks and stones. ]
Pragmatism isn't a dirty word. But I'm sure you've heard plenty enough of those to realize the difference.
[ That seemingly indecent examination of her chest from before? That was Dazai trying to study her attire. Funny thing about clothing - it tends to be a dead giveaway for very specific time periods. A good examination is enough to give him a relative time frame for her origin, should it align with his Universe's timeline. For a good detective the way someone dresses, speaks and holds themselves is a delightful cheat-sheet that tends to reveal an entire back-story about someone's life.
Coincidentally - that's his profession. ]
You know, for a woman who makes her money on her back- [ He'd bet she's dabbled in more than a little theft, too. Max would definitely not be high born in less than modern eras and the pearls and gold baubles adorning her soar above the pay-grade of anyone below a plutocrat's wife. ] And out of the pockets of lords and ladies-
You're very idealistic, assuming the general populace is going to be far more decent than you've been in your life. [ Three guesses she's done more than her fair share of lying to patrons and lawmen alike, if not dabbled in outright deception and manipulation to survive. It's the nature of the trade. Of survival. ]
Or maybe that's just arrogance. [ He doesn't particularly care that she's not exactly Mother Theresa. Nor is Dazai out to shame or belittle Max. The issue here isn't her morality.
This is merely a theoretical discussion about her blatant hypocrisy and the nature of people - using Max as a prime example. ]
Most criminals suffer from it.