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meadowlark2019-03-03 02:16 pm
drivein) wrote in meadowlark2019-03-03 02:16 pm
@jughead.jones
[ Jughead's neural implant will never be as good as his typewriter, but for now it's enough to say what he wants to say. true to form, it comes out a lot longer than not: ]
Hey, I'm Jughead. Yeah, that's my real name. I'm not taking questions on that. I've got a few things I want to talk about. Consider it long overdue, so buckle up.
Back home, I was a journalist. The place I come from is a small town called Riverdale, also ironically known as "the town with pep." On the outside it looked like a regular place with regular people going about their days, thinking that they're safe. Maybe it is, in a sense. I keep hearing stories of magic powers, traveling through dimensions and fighting in outer space. The kind of stuff that would put Tolkien to shame. In comparison, Riverdale is just a normal town with a few dark secrets: Drug rings, gangs, a serial killer run rampant, and a mob boss settling himself in like Dracula in London. It's that kind of corruption that put us on the underground map. So, when people needed to know the truth of what was happening, I exposed it--I printed it. I did what I could to get the word out.
I found a job doing the same thing here. Once a journalist, always a journalist. During the UNA kidnappings--or, attack, really--I took pictures, and I wrote a story going along with it. Then, I fought to get it published, not just for us--the people stuck here--but for New Amsterdam. They need to know what's happening to them in their own city. Anyone can take a good guess at what happened after that: My boss turned me down without a good reason why. There was a lot of "I need to keep my head down" and "it's good, but too bold" excuses that came down more as thinly veiled warnings. That can only mean one thing, and that was that a negative article about the UN was making people nervous. It's not surprising in a world where the Orwellian rule has already gotten their foothold that deep censorship is the consequence. The worst part of it all is that everyone seemed to know it and had already given up. The fight wasn't worth it to them.
I want to figure out the details as much as anyone else; I want to go home. Even though I've got a lot to go back to, we can't ignore what's going on here.
So, hear me out.
We've kept our heads down all this time, trying to stay beneath the radar. (Trying being stressed, here.) I want us to think about taking a different approach--like taking a step forward to say that we're here. It doesn't have to be everything about us, but maybe just a few things. Before everyone gets up and arms and thinks about the wild and crazy consequences that could happen, think about the other side of it: If this was happening in the world you come from, wouldn't you want to know? We've been detaching from Morningstar, we're making strides to make things our own, and we need people to help us. Yeah, we're going to get people who hate us, but we might be able to get a lot that will help us, too. We've all seen the shrines. It might be nice to be ruled by something that isn't fear.
[ he can't put a final tap on a key, but he can sit back where he's sitting with a huff and a hand through his hair. ]
Hey, I'm Jughead. Yeah, that's my real name. I'm not taking questions on that. I've got a few things I want to talk about. Consider it long overdue, so buckle up.
Back home, I was a journalist. The place I come from is a small town called Riverdale, also ironically known as "the town with pep." On the outside it looked like a regular place with regular people going about their days, thinking that they're safe. Maybe it is, in a sense. I keep hearing stories of magic powers, traveling through dimensions and fighting in outer space. The kind of stuff that would put Tolkien to shame. In comparison, Riverdale is just a normal town with a few dark secrets: Drug rings, gangs, a serial killer run rampant, and a mob boss settling himself in like Dracula in London. It's that kind of corruption that put us on the underground map. So, when people needed to know the truth of what was happening, I exposed it--I printed it. I did what I could to get the word out.
I found a job doing the same thing here. Once a journalist, always a journalist. During the UNA kidnappings--or, attack, really--I took pictures, and I wrote a story going along with it. Then, I fought to get it published, not just for us--the people stuck here--but for New Amsterdam. They need to know what's happening to them in their own city. Anyone can take a good guess at what happened after that: My boss turned me down without a good reason why. There was a lot of "I need to keep my head down" and "it's good, but too bold" excuses that came down more as thinly veiled warnings. That can only mean one thing, and that was that a negative article about the UN was making people nervous. It's not surprising in a world where the Orwellian rule has already gotten their foothold that deep censorship is the consequence. The worst part of it all is that everyone seemed to know it and had already given up. The fight wasn't worth it to them.
I want to figure out the details as much as anyone else; I want to go home. Even though I've got a lot to go back to, we can't ignore what's going on here.
So, hear me out.
We've kept our heads down all this time, trying to stay beneath the radar. (Trying being stressed, here.) I want us to think about taking a different approach--like taking a step forward to say that we're here. It doesn't have to be everything about us, but maybe just a few things. Before everyone gets up and arms and thinks about the wild and crazy consequences that could happen, think about the other side of it: If this was happening in the world you come from, wouldn't you want to know? We've been detaching from Morningstar, we're making strides to make things our own, and we need people to help us. Yeah, we're going to get people who hate us, but we might be able to get a lot that will help us, too. We've all seen the shrines. It might be nice to be ruled by something that isn't fear.
[ he can't put a final tap on a key, but he can sit back where he's sitting with a huff and a hand through his hair. ]
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well... yeah, on cooltalk
i meet some people here and there but mostly mutual followers outside our little group here
i wouldn't know where to start anyway
meeting real pros
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That's a good start, but virtual networking isn't enough. And working collaboratively usually means being there in person, depending on the project.
You already have an in, Prompto. I can introduce you to a few people at one of local galleries I volunteer at, maybe have us swing by a studio or two. And then you go from there.
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[hands are sweaty arms spaghetti]
if you need someone to help out with you know! the art world and meeting people! i
i can totally
yeah to
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ally
help out
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A second pair of eyes never goes amiss. I can think of one venue thatâll need help with installation soon.
Have your camera and a digital portfolio handy.
[NOT JUST YOUR COOLTALK! A PORTFOLIO, LIKE AN ADULT]
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a real portfolio
a real art portfolio
no social-media-fucking-around portfolio
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[...]
You have one, donât you?
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I can help you, if you want.
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