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meadowlarklogs2020-03-30 09:35 pm
devilsun) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-03-30 09:35 pm
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WHO: Hama Sun
WHERE: Safehouse
WHEN: Mid-March
WHAT: Catchall
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Potentially discussions of cult stuff, including loss of autonomy and brainwashing.
Safehouse
[ The safehouse isn't that bad, Hama's decided. It's crowded, sure, and there isn't a whole lot of privacy, but she's got a whole bed to herself and plenty of hot water to wash her hair. And there's food, lots of food, all the food she could ever want in the world. It's pretty good in the safehouse, on balance, and it's totally cool she hasn't left in two weeks. For sure.
It's just. New Amsterdam is so loud and sometimes Hama feels like the sidewalk is going to start cracking around her and really, the whole kidnapping thing wasn't so good. So she'd rather just. Avoid that part. So far as she can tell, nobody's gotten kidnapped straight out of the safehouse.
So really, that's just common sense.
She can be found wandering around at all hours writing digital notes, trying to bother anyone and everyone when they come for breakfast - first by offering them tea and then, when they're distracted, pouncing with the questions - and in the wee hours of the morning, practicing with a switchblade.
She's definitely not going stir crazy. Why would you ever think that? ]
Dream
[ There is a cave carved into a mountain, a fire burning at the entrance, and a much younger Hama crouched down and staring out at the rain. In this place, and this time, she's around ten years old. The rain is coming down so hard it's impossible to see more than ten feet beyond the cave. Thunder booms in the distance and Hama flinches.
She's holding a knife, but she doesn't know how to do anything else except hold it and wait, turning it over and over again in her hands. All nervous energy. ]
They're going to come back.
[ She glances up, still clutching the knife. She's dressed in ratty clothes, a too-big coat secured to her with a length of rope for a belt, and her hair is wild, curls flying in every direction. She's alone. There are three packs by her side and a careful observer might notice a dark pattern splattered across the wall behind her, the distinctive pattern of arterial blood, but there are no adults to be found. Not for miles. ]
Mama promised.
WHERE: Safehouse
WHEN: Mid-March
WHAT: Catchall
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Potentially discussions of cult stuff, including loss of autonomy and brainwashing.
Safehouse
[ The safehouse isn't that bad, Hama's decided. It's crowded, sure, and there isn't a whole lot of privacy, but she's got a whole bed to herself and plenty of hot water to wash her hair. And there's food, lots of food, all the food she could ever want in the world. It's pretty good in the safehouse, on balance, and it's totally cool she hasn't left in two weeks. For sure.
It's just. New Amsterdam is so loud and sometimes Hama feels like the sidewalk is going to start cracking around her and really, the whole kidnapping thing wasn't so good. So she'd rather just. Avoid that part. So far as she can tell, nobody's gotten kidnapped straight out of the safehouse.
So really, that's just common sense.
She can be found wandering around at all hours writing digital notes, trying to bother anyone and everyone when they come for breakfast - first by offering them tea and then, when they're distracted, pouncing with the questions - and in the wee hours of the morning, practicing with a switchblade.
She's definitely not going stir crazy. Why would you ever think that? ]
Dream
[ There is a cave carved into a mountain, a fire burning at the entrance, and a much younger Hama crouched down and staring out at the rain. In this place, and this time, she's around ten years old. The rain is coming down so hard it's impossible to see more than ten feet beyond the cave. Thunder booms in the distance and Hama flinches.
She's holding a knife, but she doesn't know how to do anything else except hold it and wait, turning it over and over again in her hands. All nervous energy. ]
They're going to come back.
[ She glances up, still clutching the knife. She's dressed in ratty clothes, a too-big coat secured to her with a length of rope for a belt, and her hair is wild, curls flying in every direction. She's alone. There are three packs by her side and a careful observer might notice a dark pattern splattered across the wall behind her, the distinctive pattern of arterial blood, but there are no adults to be found. Not for miles. ]
Mama promised.
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People should be able to find out just what their politicians have and haven't done without needing a degree to understand it. Also, the people should have better access to the legal system, instead it's only accessible to the rich and lawyers with a lot of time on their hands.
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[ A reasonable thing, in Hama's opinion. Leaders and the systems they establish ought to be designed for the people, and their well being. But of course that assumes that the leaders who take power are the ones honorable enough to hold it. ]
Do you think that's possible without first dismantling the core systems?
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[ But it's not, and it's not going to be, so she shrugs after that statement. ]
Probably not. The core systems are racist to begin with, not to mention a host of other problems.
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[ So there's nothing to be done but to dismantle them and start fresh from the ashes. Hama makes a note of that, nodding to herself. Of course there's no way for the Dread Mother and her followers to come and do that, or at least no practical way, but it makes for a good thought exercise. A game of what-if. ]
And would you say others agree with this view?
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[ That's...kind of an important distinction, in Marta's mind. She's had to wrap her head around a lot, lately, and considering that she has to presume that these questions aren't just for the love of learning. ]
The thing to consider, in any case, is that completely dismantling a government or a system of power means that some people are going to get hurt. Some people are going to die. And not necessarily those that are on the front lines trying to change things. The poor, the young, the elderly and the disabled are all usually in a bit of a fraught place anyway, and without even the smallest safety net...it would be a disaster.