Kara (kpc897504c) wrote in payline, @ 2014-01-29 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, kara (canon), leoben (canon) |
Who: Kara and Leoben
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Lobby
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Android vs Cylon observation styles
Status: Closed/Complete
Kara had few hobbies. In truth, she hadn’t been programmed with a need for them, but need was a very different thing from want. She was well aware that want shouldn’t have even been possible for her, considering what she was. But that had never been her problem. That had been everyone else’s problem, and now that she was here, she didn’t have to hide her anomalies. She could be herself. She could be human if she wanted to be.
Of course, being human was relative. She wanted to do things where her kind would simple be required to do tasks, but that didn’t make the things she enjoyed doing exactly, well, normal. She’d discovered, in the short time she’d been here, that there were several things she actually enjoyed and wanted more of. She’d found that she had a great love of music from the 40’s and 50’s, though she had difficulty explaining why. Her mind kept trying to couch it in terms she was familiar with. Motifs and metered time and rhythm. But it wasn’t any of that, really. It was the sound of it. Something in the sound. It made her feel so...well...alive. She couldn’t describe it any better than that and it was very frustrating. She was also, at a suggestion from a nice young man, learning to play the piano. It was slow going at the moment. The notes were easy enough for her. The compositions could be memorized instantly. She was essentially a master pianist after only a few days of study, but when she had actually sat down at the grand piano in the ballroom, the music had lacked something that she wasn’t sure how to capture. It had lacked that feeling of passion and drive and it was as frustrating to her as everything else about her life at the moment.
Frustrated, she’d left the ballroom and wandered down to the first floor of the hotel, moving in circles around the different attractions to be found. She already had a map of the entire hotel saved to her memory, but it was enjoyable to see the things on the map with her own eyes. She paused in an attractively decorated little alcove with plush, red cushioned seats and a lovely painting of a woman in a red dress in the impressionist style, which was her favorite. Her head tilted to the side, she studied the image, committing it to memory. It was not a famous artist, at least not one she was aware of. Likely a commission done for the decorator assigned to this particular section of the ground floor. Yes, she would stay here awhile.
Taking a seat in one of the red arm chairs, she folded herself into it Indian style. Placing her hands primly in her lap, her back absolutely straight, she focused inward and turned her attention to the only other hobby she had. The only one that didn’t confuse her. She began reading the communications of the other people who stayed here, commenting when she felt she had something to offer, researching if she thought an answer to their question might be found. Her eyes continued to function, taking in information from her surroundings, but it was a backup system. She was paying her surroundings no attention whatsoever. She could sit like this for hours, and often did in her room. It was one of her few joys..