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[lostpiano]

tan(poi)

Okay everyone time for me to go off on a tangent

LET'S COMPARE: Code Lyoko to Person of Interest

First we'll start off with the initial comparison that set me off:

Franz Hopper to Harold Finch. Both built a supercomputer meant to save the world, one way or another. The Machine surveils everyone, the Supercomputer was going to be used to disrupt enemy communications.

But where they diverged, is that Finch went through with giving it to the government. They both realized the threat, but Finch merely secured it so completely that it wouldn't be abused, whereas Franz attempted to run away with the Supercomputer, and even destroy CARTHAGE.

By the time I got down here I forgot what the second comparison was?? So unfortunately that's all you get for now but I'm sure there'll be more.

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

"One small swan song in my head, across the ground"

[lostpiano]

He gave out a light chuckle. He wasn’t actually sure! A name. A basic thing, right? What to rename. He also joked inwardly that this would remove the whole trouble of papers and money with the renaming process.

He wasn’t truly sure of his own name. He had set up the details for everyone else but skipped past himself, again. He sat back and pondered a moment. Waldo and Franz and their variants are unusable. It might seem suspect if he used a name in the same vein of Joan. Perhaps… Michael. A German name, fairly common in a variety of cultures, and a question to remind him of his shortcomings.

"Michael, Michael Stones. I think it’s also got some great reasoning behind it." He gave a slight chuckle. The room was full of family and friends. It was nice to see. He blinked and glanced back at the screen. "The last thing is to change how we look, dress, act. Sort of basic. Although that’s probably oversimplifying."

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

A new life in every sense. New names, new personas, new looks. They could fully leave the past behind. 

But it was still a strange thought. Changing herself once again. She wasn’t sure if she had any new personas left after all she’d been through.

The reckless teen, the lovestruck wife, the fumbling new mother. The fearful captive, the ruthless fighter. The calculating torturer, the broken and desperate woman.

Anthea Hopper, Anthea Schaeffer, Anna Norris…. Joan Stones. 

Who was there left to inhabit? Who was she going to be in this new life? 

No. That didn’t matter. Her family would be by her side to help her put those puzzle peices together. This was a clean slate. She could rebuild herself. Waldo could rebuild himself. They were going to do this, and do it well. 

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at it. Sarah’s name flashed and quickly faded off. Missed call.

The files were gone.

There were no traces of their old life left. Memories, both good and bad,  to be sorted through— that was all. 

She smiled, it was a strange, lopsided melancholy expression. “I guess we should figure that stuff out sooner rather than later. Or we could just go see which hair dyes are on sale.”

[lostpiano]

He glanced at her phone as it briefly lit up. She smiled, and he looked up at her and smiled back. The only remaining thing connecting them to their previous identity is their presence in the same area that Mr. and Mrs. Schaeffer previously existed.

"I don't have any decent experience in creating a new identity, unfortunately. We really should figure it out sooner rather than later though..." He briefly thought, spinning around to the computer, followed by an expression of realization, then spinning back to humanity.

"Here's an itinerary: We go into town, change up our appearance first. Hair dyes, etc. Then, we can go by the public library and research some things for our new identity. I also need to stop by town hall to get our new identity documents." He mulled over any possible issues in this. "If EMPIRE is anything like CARTHAGE, they're likely going to be in the city, so I'd say we want to quickly change our appearance, and then after that it's likely smoother sailing."

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

                               j’ai change’ cent fois de  {{ɴᴏᴍ}}                                            j’ai perdu ƒєммє et єηƒαηтѕ

                          mais je n’ai pas ｐｅｕｒ;

[lostpiano]

Munday a little late: what's your relationship with Waldo? How much of the replies are yours a writer and how much (if any) are Waldo as a character/muse?

//[Conveniently, today is munday.

That said, I… don’t exactly know. I don’t have the self-awareness(?) that some other muses seem to have within mine. I write mostly as a writer! I can feel things sometimes, vague emotions. Excitement, fear, passive-aggressiveness, etc.]

[lostpiano]

teenwarriorsofthevirtualworld said: (What about me? Could we possibly do some threads together? ;u; I RP Aelita too… )

//[Yes! I think Waldo needs more interaction (basically all my threads right now are with thecaptivemother except maybe like one.) Also I run ask-xana if you want to go try and play with the malevolent AI.]

[lostpiano]

What if no one had been able to get through to you when you were having your episode with Aelita down in the sewers? Your wife chasing after you but you think she's an enemy. Running into the men in black at the factory, even.

"I, I don’t want to think about it. What-ifs are a dangerous, dangerous trap. I can’t beat myself up over the past, I can’t change it. I tried for six years. The only thing to do is learn from it and avoid repeating it.”

[lostpiano]

You should start a thread with thetowerprincessaelita. Or more than one. The Key, Fight To The Finish. Everything. Yeah. Or a paranoid on-the-run one set pre-series. Father daughter interactions. All of them.

//[Yes, these all sound good. Yes. Maybe not everything. But yes.]

[lostpiano]

//[Ahem. I'm mostly officially back? I am not at home, but I have laptop/internet access during the morning - if I'm awake for it. I will continue to not be home until at least July 1st, but then I could possibly be home even less (and with no computer to use) if I were to go visit relatives after that, so. Just a word of caution. In the meantime, let's get crackin' some RPs.]

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

"One small swan song in my head, across the ground"

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

Anthea couldn’t help but grin at her husband’s suggestion. It was just very him. A strange, novel idea. An inverse of the normal conventions. These were the kind of things she loved him for, of course. The kinds of things she had missed. 

That same notion of “see, things are going to be okay. Look, your family is here.” came back, making her smile grow. 

"Joan Stones? Well, it certainly rhymes. And it has some great reasoning behind it." She… vaguely remembered something relating to Joan being the patron saint of prisoners, right? Yes. It was beautiful, actually. A new name, a new chapter in all of their lives, and her new name even had a wonderful meaning behind it.

She looked back at Waldo, raising her eyebrow and teasing him a bit. Finally feeling fully relaxed, finally feeling safe and at home. She laughed again. “Your turn… So, what are you gonna call yourself?”

[lostpiano]

He gave out a light chuckle. He wasn't actually sure! A name. A basic thing, right? What to rename. He also joked inwardly that this would remove the whole trouble of papers and money with the renaming process.

He wasn't truly sure of his own name. He had set up the details for everyone else but skipped past himself, again. He sat back and pondered a moment. Waldo and Franz and their variants are unusable. It might seem suspect if he used a name in the same vein of Joan. Perhaps... Michael. A German name, fairly common in a variety of cultures, and a question to remind him of his shortcomings.

"Michael, Michael Stones. I think it's also got some great reasoning behind it." He gave a slight chuckle. The room was full of family and friends. It was nice to see. He blinked and glanced back at the screen. "The last thing is to change how we look, dress, act. Sort of basic. Although that's probably oversimplifying."

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

"One small swan song in my head, across the ground"

[thecaptivemother-deactivated201]

Anthea nodded, pulling out her phone and staring at the list of names in the contacts. Who could she get in touch with that would be willing to do that? With the Director most likely still out of commission, either the hospital was in chaos or had tightened security. Which meant that Sarah would either be able to sneak into the filing room easily, or that she would have no chance to get anywhere near the elevator.

Anthea pulled her sleeve up, eyes on her watch. 2:13:25.

The phone only had a chance to ring once before Sarah picked it up, her voice sharp. “Whatever happened to that deal where you gave me a heads-up when you tried to bring down the infrastructure of a government conspiracy again? The place is in fucking shambles. I don’t know what the fuck you did but—”

"Will you shut up for a second, please?" A sigh. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. There wasn’t time. There isn’t. When I get a chance to dump this phone for a clean one, I’ll call you back and explain. But right now, I need one last favor from you, please. Then I have to hang up.”

Sarah’s voice softened. “You’re afraid they’re going to trace it… So you’re safe? Hiding? God, Anthea— okay. What do you need?”

2:13:32.

"The filing room. It’s in the laboratories— the basement. Take the elevator and press the B key. Filing cabinet ‘S’— I need you to burn my files, which would be under ‘Anthea Schaeffer’ and any that you see under the name ‘Waldo Schaeffer’. Make sure you don’t miss any.”

"Waldo Schaeffer? Who’s—"

"He’s my husband, Sarah. I— I found him, we broke out. Please. Just do this one last thing for me. For my family." 2:13:40. "I have to go. I can explain everything later. Call me when you can. One ring if you were able to do it, two or more if someone or something stopped you. Understand?"

"Filing room, burn anything related to you and Waldo Schaeffer. Ring once after I’m done. Let it keep ringing if Shane or someone else shows up. I hope you know how much you’re asking of me. This isn’t just coming up with ideas or making a distraction. I won’t be able to talk my way out of it if they catch me—"

“I know!" She shut her eyes, realizing how loud she had gotten as she had spoken. Some of the children were staring at her. She lowered her voice again. "I know— I’m sorry. If I could do it myself I would, but that would be reckless. More than asking you to. You’re not under suspicion at all. You’ll be fine. I— I have to  go." 2:14:05. 

She hung the phone up, letting out a loud, shaking sigh. Sarah had to be okay. They had no reason to suspect her. She’d be fine. Had to be.

The mother wrapped her arms around Aelita again. “She said that she would do it. A friend of mine who’s helped me out a lot. She said she’d get rid of the physical copies for us.” It was all that she managed to get out. Leaving out the fact that if Sarah got caught she’d very likely be tortured and killed. Her only friend and ally during her ten or more years of hell, and Anthea had just pushed her into the line of fire one last time. God. This entire situation was so fucked up. It was sickening. No one was spared. 

Right. Names. New names seemed like the last thing she should be worrying about right now. But it did make a good distraction. She wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes away. It had to be a name that didn’t stand out.

She smiled a bit, remembering when she and Waldo had tried to figure out names for their daughter. Debating while sitting in the living room after work or while making breakfast. Calling each other during work to debate sudden ideas. Nadine, Sloane, Emma, Nina, Danielle, Evelyne, Joan…

"Patricia? Evelyne? Joan? I don’t know. What name did you pick? Maybe that’ll help me decide." She gave a small laugh. It was so familiar.  

See? things are going to be okay. Sarah’s going to be fine, and you’ve got your family back. Everything has gone well so far. There’s no reason for it to turn sour now. Just calm down.

[lostpiano]

Waldo wasn't sure what to rename his wife, and he hadn't picked a name in advance anyways. He felt it odd and a little biased of himself to name her - so he decided to pass on the responsibility to his daughter. It would be an interesting inverse naming.

"Aelita, why don't you choose? We got to choose your name, I think it might be fair that you can choose one of your parent's (new) name."  She was a bit taken aback, asking, "Me?" Waldo nodded and Aelita glanced at her mom and thought back to the names she suggested. "Well... Joan is a nice name. Like of Arc right? She was a heroine and a leader, I think that sounds pretty fitting after what you've been through! Although, it's your name, your choice, mom."

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