Personally? When things mess with who we are. Some of it's actually the city's fault drugging us, some of it seems beyond their control. But if we're sticking to fighting the government's bullshit? I guess I'd target the SLUT Center.
It really depends on what you want to change, specifically. And what you're willing to risk -- every attack in the past four years has failed, but the power has switched hands. I wouldn't tear it all down, in any case. There are places in this world with worse practices than Duplicity. You ever heard about Veracity? I'd worry if we ever actually struck hard enough to shake this city, they'd move in to put us down.
Another city nearby. My only experience with it was camp last summer... which had way stricter rules than we live under here. Like death sentence rules. And I heard about what they do to the noncompliant.
[ This is secondhand, but Drake believes the source, so. ]
On a trip two years before, anyone who didn't meet daily quota was marched up onto a gallows with their contract partner and made to watch them die before getting executed themselves.
Glad we're on the same page. A lot of newer folks act like this is the worst place ever, and... it sucks, sure. But I'd be in the improvement camp, not the blow it all up camp. If I had the means to do either.
[ He doesn't have the network or the skills, not really, and people tend to find his kindness suspicious. So he's just... settled. Found his place, such as it is.
Jesus' question earns a moment of consideration. ]
I don't think my standards are what anybody should be going by.
...yeah. I'm happy. I spent so much of my life without anybody, even myself, that all it takes is being with people I care about. If I can help 'em somehow, even better.
[ Drake shrugs a little, stuffing his hands in his pockets awkwardly. ]
That doesn't mean I like the rules here more than anybody else. I'd change a lot of things, if I could, not even for my own benefit. But I'm willing to roll with a lot of shit to keep what matters to me safe.
Me, too. [And that's something else he's trying to keep in mind. Drake and Carver are better off here than they were at home, it seems; he doesn't want to ruin that for them.]
I do think we can make things better here, though. It doesn't have to be through violence, it's just...that usually ends up being the fastest way.
Oh- no, let's go out. [He will always take going out over staying in.]
I'm sorry. I want to get a better picture of this place; the only way to do that is to talk to other people and see where they're at with it. [But he doesn't mean to put Drake in an awkward position, having to think about rebellion and terrorism.]
I mean, I asked. I'm gonna worry either way, and if I know then maybe I can help somehow, too. But we shouldn't talk about this kind of shit around natives so if you wanted to loop me in...
[ Figuring the rest is self explanatory, Drake leaves it there and stands up to toss the knife in the sink and the jar back in the cabinet. Since they are going out! ]
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It really depends on what you want to change, specifically. And what you're willing to risk -- every attack in the past four years has failed, but the power has switched hands. I wouldn't tear it all down, in any case. There are places in this world with worse practices than Duplicity. You ever heard about Veracity? I'd worry if we ever actually struck hard enough to shake this city, they'd move in to put us down.
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What's Veracity?
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[ This is secondhand, but Drake believes the source, so. ]
On a trip two years before, anyone who didn't meet daily quota was marched up onto a gallows with their contract partner and made to watch them die before getting executed themselves.
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It doesn't mean Duplicity can't be made better and no one should fight to make it so, but that is worth keeping in mind.]
Good reason not to burn this place all the way down.
...Are you happy here?
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[ He doesn't have the network or the skills, not really, and people tend to find his kindness suspicious. So he's just... settled. Found his place, such as it is.
Jesus' question earns a moment of consideration. ]
I don't think my standards are what anybody should be going by.
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[ Drake shrugs a little, stuffing his hands in his pockets awkwardly. ]
That doesn't mean I like the rules here more than anybody else. I'd change a lot of things, if I could, not even for my own benefit. But I'm willing to roll with a lot of shit to keep what matters to me safe.
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I do think we can make things better here, though. It doesn't have to be through violence, it's just...that usually ends up being the fastest way.
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[ Finally, he tosses Sable the filled toy and watches her pounce on it, tail wagging furiously. Not a care in the world. ]
...did you actually wanna go out? I could just as easily make something here, but I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to tell me anything.
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I'm sorry. I want to get a better picture of this place; the only way to do that is to talk to other people and see where they're at with it. [But he doesn't mean to put Drake in an awkward position, having to think about rebellion and terrorism.]
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[ Figuring the rest is self explanatory, Drake leaves it there and stands up to toss the knife in the sink and the jar back in the cabinet. Since they are going out! ]
What're you in the mood for?
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Chicken. Again.
I always thought if I found a city with real restaurants I'd never eat the same thing twice, but... I missed chicken strips.