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assumedposition) wrote2010-11-01 10:12 pm
assumedposition) wrote2010-11-01 10:12 pm
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Memory 9 (Game 116) - Albert does drugs and is gay onscreen
What it is:
[SCENE: ON THE COUNT'S SPACESHIP. Albert is in one of the Count's dressing gowns and looking through a telescope at the stars.]
Albert: It's amazing how tiny and insignificant the world we live on is.
Count: Yes. In the vast cosmos, it is but a grain of sand. And what's more, separated from Earth by a distance of 25 light years as we now are, the light you are now seeing is that of 25 years ago.
Albert: [Moving away from the telescope and looking up at the Count] 25 years?
Count: Indeed. 25 years.
[They stand there looking out at the stars for a few moments.]
Albert: ... I'm really glad that you brought me with you. Looking out from space, all the things that I was agonizing over seem so insignificant.
Count: Perhaps. But hatred and malice are also amplified in the darkness of space.
[Albert turns to look at him, confused.]
[PLEASE HOLD. AN INTERLUDE WHILE OUR PROTAGONISTS GET HIGH. No, really.]
[After a scene change, we now return to your regularly scheduled gay! Albert and the Count have moved away from the viewing platform into the centre of the room which seems to be circular and with pillows everywhere which they are lying on. Smoking ... something. An unnamed substance, shall we say. Music is playing faintly from a record in the background.]
Count: Before I made your acquaintance, I traveled to the far reaches of the universe, operating this ship by myself.
Albert: You flew a huge ship like this all by yourself?!
Count: Yes. At the time, I was quite proud of the fact that I was able to operate it single-handedly. ... [Looking up at the ceiling, from which you also seem to be able to see the stars.] Come now, look at that.
Albert: [Looking up obediently] At what?
Count: The Milky Way. I am told that in the ancient Orient, it was called The River of Heaven.
Albert: The River of Heaven?
Count: This is what I wished to show to you.
Albert: It's so beautiful...
Count: According to their legends, two lovers lived on the opposite banks, separated from one another by the River of Heaven. They say that once a year, they cross the river and are reunited.
Albert: That's a romantic story...
Count: ... Long ago, I once had a friend; a sailor who was born in Marseilles. I heard that story many times from him.
Albert: [Looking back at the Count] I bet that your friend was in love.
Count: This sailor of whom I speak... had a beautiful fiancee and a best friend he felt at ease around. These three were childhood friends, and were always looking out for each other. Indeed, they were much like you, Monsieur Franz and Mademoiselle Eugenie.
Albert: !!
Count: However, the best friend was secretly in love with the sailor's fiancee. And then, the friend, who would stop at nothing to possess the fiancee, framed the sailor for a crime he did not commit.
Albert: [Gasp?!]
Count: Unbeknownst to anyone, the poor sailor spent more than a dozen years chained up in a prison located in the depths of space.
Albert: I can't believe it...
Count: However, a miraculous event occurred. The sailor was set free, whereupon he returned to Marseilles.
Albert: Ah, I'm relieved to hear it.
Count: However, the beautiful fiancee, rather than waiting for the sailor's return, had become engaged to his best friend instead.
Albert: Eh? [HAS A BAD VISION: Eugenie marrying Andrea.] That's terrible ... I wonder why she didn't wait for the sailor to come home?
Count: And why did the sailor's friend steal away his fiancee in spite of their friendship? The sailor, now betrayed by both his best friend and his fiancee, never returned to Earth again.
Albert: [Oops there seem to be tears rolling down my face :'(]
Count: ... Why do you cry?
Albert: I don't know... recently, I came to think that I could never believe in anyone, just as you do. That's what I thought, but... for some reason, when I see your face, the thought of living that way seems like the saddest thing in the world to me.
Count: !
Albert: [Wiping his tears away with a sleeve, then standing up impulsively and accidentally knocking the table by him so that his drink falls off and spills on the floor. Albert doesn't even notice.] Count! Let's have faith that our friendship will be the exception to the rule! At the very least, you're the one person that I can trust!
Count: [Pause] ... Is the watch that I gave you still ticking away?
Albert: [Takes it out of his pocket and looks at it]
Count: Albert ... I shall be departing from Paris sometime in the near future.
Albert: Huh? ... What do you mean, Count? It's so sudden...! Wait-- it's not because of your illness, is it?!
Count: No. There was a certain matter that I had to see to in Paris, which is why I have kept my residence on the Champs Elysees. However, the task I came to accomplish will soon be completed.
Albert: Don't say such things! Please, stay in Paris for good! Or-- if that's not possible, please take me with you when you go! I ... don't want to be apart from you!
Count: [Seems genuinely surprised] Do you ... really think that highly of me?
Albert: [Nodding once, serious] I do!
Count: [Fond smile] ... The ardor of youth eventually cools.
Albert: That's not true! I... you... to me, you're...* [Trails off]
[* TRANSLATION INTERLUDE: there's really no way to accurately translate this line, but basically what he says sounds like the beginning of an attempt at "I love you," but thanks to the way the Japanese language is set up, the word "love," is placed at the end, and therefore cut-off. THEORETICALLY you could put any other word there, but almost nobody ever does. It's almost entirely a stock phrase. However, saying "I ... you," doesn't have the same implication in English, as the phrase is too vague to have the same implication and also makes no sense. But basically, it is implied that he's trying to confess.]
Count: [Still smiling fondly] One day... one day, I will ask you the same question. I wonder if you will still feel the same way about me then?
Bertuccio: [Running in] Excellency! There's a message from Paris.
Albert: [Looking partly concerned and partly disappointed]
Count: [To Albert] ... If you will excuse me a moment.
[Albert seems to be left to his own devices in the empty room for the time being, so he changes out of the gown and into his normal clothes, and stands and stares out of the windows into space in silence. After some time (ie, a scene cut), the Count comes back.]
Albert: Count...? Has something happened?
Count: Why do you seem so anxious?
Albert: ... I'm not sure. It's just-- I just sense the presence of a deep and terrible darkness. Count, what should I...
Count: Albert. You should return to Earth. Without delay.
Albert: Eh?
Count: [Smiling] You should be at your Father's side.
Albert: My father? [Flashback to: Beauchamp interviewing him in the library, saying: "It's times like these when a man makes a lot of enemies. You should watch your back too."]
Albert: Has something happened to my father?!
Count: You should return home at once. I will lend you my ship, the Spada. [Takes hold of Albert's hand and holds it up while Albert blushes and looks a little happy.] The time has at least come for you to learn everything.
Albert: [Wait what? Looking confused and alarmed] Huh?
Count: This may be the last time we meet.
Albert: --No!
Count: Fare thee well, Albert, my friend. [He lets go of Albert's hand and walks away, towards the partitioning between his ship and the ... escape pod? Idk.]
Albert: Count...
Albert: [Stands there, kind of dumbstruck and confused and hurt.] Why? ... I thought we were going to trust only each other... [clenching his fists and running after the Count] Count! ... Count!! [He catches up to the Count but stops a few feet behind him, still looking at the Count's back]
Count: [Without looking back, puts a hand on the control pad to close the partitioning]
Albert: [As the doors are closing] Count!!
Count: [Slowly, turns his head around to look at Albert. He actually looks ... sad?]
Albert: Count! Count!! ... COUNT!!
[THE DOORS CLOSE. The Spada returns to Earth on autopilot. Albert sits and mopes for the whole ride home :(.]
What he learned:
He didn't really learn a lot factually from this memory, it was more of an emotional one. (Although IN HINDSIGHT there is a lot of important plot backstory going on in this memory coming from the Count, but Albert doesn't have the right memories to realise that yet, just as he does not at this point in canon either.) Most importantly, how he feels about the Count... yep, this confirms it, definitely gay for him. Also yay drugs! (I'm only being slightly facetious.)
What this means:
This memory won't really have much of a noticeable effect on his personality Sabra-wise, he's already depressed from recent events, so ... yyyeah. It miiiight increase his clingyness and ... earnestness to please slightly, for the ... applicable people. This memory comes at a time when he feels like he doesn't know who to turn to or lean on in canon, and it's ... a similar kind of feeling in Sabra as well. :(
Taken on: Day 186
[SCENE: ON THE COUNT'S SPACESHIP. Albert is in one of the Count's dressing gowns and looking through a telescope at the stars.]
Albert: It's amazing how tiny and insignificant the world we live on is.
Count: Yes. In the vast cosmos, it is but a grain of sand. And what's more, separated from Earth by a distance of 25 light years as we now are, the light you are now seeing is that of 25 years ago.
Albert: [Moving away from the telescope and looking up at the Count] 25 years?
Count: Indeed. 25 years.
[They stand there looking out at the stars for a few moments.]
Albert: ... I'm really glad that you brought me with you. Looking out from space, all the things that I was agonizing over seem so insignificant.
Count: Perhaps. But hatred and malice are also amplified in the darkness of space.
[Albert turns to look at him, confused.]
[PLEASE HOLD. AN INTERLUDE WHILE OUR PROTAGONISTS GET HIGH. No, really.]
[After a scene change, we now return to your regularly scheduled gay! Albert and the Count have moved away from the viewing platform into the centre of the room which seems to be circular and with pillows everywhere which they are lying on. Smoking ... something. An unnamed substance, shall we say. Music is playing faintly from a record in the background.]
Count: Before I made your acquaintance, I traveled to the far reaches of the universe, operating this ship by myself.
Albert: You flew a huge ship like this all by yourself?!
Count: Yes. At the time, I was quite proud of the fact that I was able to operate it single-handedly. ... [Looking up at the ceiling, from which you also seem to be able to see the stars.] Come now, look at that.
Albert: [Looking up obediently] At what?
Count: The Milky Way. I am told that in the ancient Orient, it was called The River of Heaven.
Albert: The River of Heaven?
Count: This is what I wished to show to you.
Albert: It's so beautiful...
Count: According to their legends, two lovers lived on the opposite banks, separated from one another by the River of Heaven. They say that once a year, they cross the river and are reunited.
Albert: That's a romantic story...
Count: ... Long ago, I once had a friend; a sailor who was born in Marseilles. I heard that story many times from him.
Albert: [Looking back at the Count] I bet that your friend was in love.
Count: This sailor of whom I speak... had a beautiful fiancee and a best friend he felt at ease around. These three were childhood friends, and were always looking out for each other. Indeed, they were much like you, Monsieur Franz and Mademoiselle Eugenie.
Albert: !!
Count: However, the best friend was secretly in love with the sailor's fiancee. And then, the friend, who would stop at nothing to possess the fiancee, framed the sailor for a crime he did not commit.
Albert: [Gasp?!]
Count: Unbeknownst to anyone, the poor sailor spent more than a dozen years chained up in a prison located in the depths of space.
Albert: I can't believe it...
Count: However, a miraculous event occurred. The sailor was set free, whereupon he returned to Marseilles.
Albert: Ah, I'm relieved to hear it.
Count: However, the beautiful fiancee, rather than waiting for the sailor's return, had become engaged to his best friend instead.
Albert: Eh? [HAS A BAD VISION: Eugenie marrying Andrea.] That's terrible ... I wonder why she didn't wait for the sailor to come home?
Count: And why did the sailor's friend steal away his fiancee in spite of their friendship? The sailor, now betrayed by both his best friend and his fiancee, never returned to Earth again.
Albert: [Oops there seem to be tears rolling down my face :'(]
Count: ... Why do you cry?
Albert: I don't know... recently, I came to think that I could never believe in anyone, just as you do. That's what I thought, but... for some reason, when I see your face, the thought of living that way seems like the saddest thing in the world to me.
Count: !
Albert: [Wiping his tears away with a sleeve, then standing up impulsively and accidentally knocking the table by him so that his drink falls off and spills on the floor. Albert doesn't even notice.] Count! Let's have faith that our friendship will be the exception to the rule! At the very least, you're the one person that I can trust!
Count: [Pause] ... Is the watch that I gave you still ticking away?
Albert: [Takes it out of his pocket and looks at it]
Count: Albert ... I shall be departing from Paris sometime in the near future.
Albert: Huh? ... What do you mean, Count? It's so sudden...! Wait-- it's not because of your illness, is it?!
Count: No. There was a certain matter that I had to see to in Paris, which is why I have kept my residence on the Champs Elysees. However, the task I came to accomplish will soon be completed.
Albert: Don't say such things! Please, stay in Paris for good! Or-- if that's not possible, please take me with you when you go! I ... don't want to be apart from you!
Count: [Seems genuinely surprised] Do you ... really think that highly of me?
Albert: [Nodding once, serious] I do!
Count: [Fond smile] ... The ardor of youth eventually cools.
Albert: That's not true! I... you... to me, you're...* [Trails off]
[* TRANSLATION INTERLUDE: there's really no way to accurately translate this line, but basically what he says sounds like the beginning of an attempt at "I love you," but thanks to the way the Japanese language is set up, the word "love," is placed at the end, and therefore cut-off. THEORETICALLY you could put any other word there, but almost nobody ever does. It's almost entirely a stock phrase. However, saying "I ... you," doesn't have the same implication in English, as the phrase is too vague to have the same implication and also makes no sense. But basically, it is implied that he's trying to confess.]
Count: [Still smiling fondly] One day... one day, I will ask you the same question. I wonder if you will still feel the same way about me then?
Bertuccio: [Running in] Excellency! There's a message from Paris.
Albert: [Looking partly concerned and partly disappointed]
Count: [To Albert] ... If you will excuse me a moment.
[Albert seems to be left to his own devices in the empty room for the time being, so he changes out of the gown and into his normal clothes, and stands and stares out of the windows into space in silence. After some time (ie, a scene cut), the Count comes back.]
Albert: Count...? Has something happened?
Count: Why do you seem so anxious?
Albert: ... I'm not sure. It's just-- I just sense the presence of a deep and terrible darkness. Count, what should I...
Count: Albert. You should return to Earth. Without delay.
Albert: Eh?
Count: [Smiling] You should be at your Father's side.
Albert: My father? [Flashback to: Beauchamp interviewing him in the library, saying: "It's times like these when a man makes a lot of enemies. You should watch your back too."]
Albert: Has something happened to my father?!
Count: You should return home at once. I will lend you my ship, the Spada. [Takes hold of Albert's hand and holds it up while Albert blushes and looks a little happy.] The time has at least come for you to learn everything.
Albert: [Wait what? Looking confused and alarmed] Huh?
Count: This may be the last time we meet.
Albert: --No!
Count: Fare thee well, Albert, my friend. [He lets go of Albert's hand and walks away, towards the partitioning between his ship and the ... escape pod? Idk.]
Albert: Count...
Albert: [Stands there, kind of dumbstruck and confused and hurt.] Why? ... I thought we were going to trust only each other... [clenching his fists and running after the Count] Count! ... Count!! [He catches up to the Count but stops a few feet behind him, still looking at the Count's back]
Count: [Without looking back, puts a hand on the control pad to close the partitioning]
Albert: [As the doors are closing] Count!!
Count: [Slowly, turns his head around to look at Albert. He actually looks ... sad?]
Albert: Count! Count!! ... COUNT!!
[THE DOORS CLOSE. The Spada returns to Earth on autopilot. Albert sits and mopes for the whole ride home :(.]
What he learned:
He didn't really learn a lot factually from this memory, it was more of an emotional one. (Although IN HINDSIGHT there is a lot of important plot backstory going on in this memory coming from the Count, but Albert doesn't have the right memories to realise that yet, just as he does not at this point in canon either.) Most importantly, how he feels about the Count... yep, this confirms it, definitely gay for him. Also yay drugs! (I'm only being slightly facetious.)
What this means:
This memory won't really have much of a noticeable effect on his personality Sabra-wise, he's already depressed from recent events, so ... yyyeah. It miiiight increase his clingyness and ... earnestness to please slightly, for the ... applicable people. This memory comes at a time when he feels like he doesn't know who to turn to or lean on in canon, and it's ... a similar kind of feeling in Sabra as well. :(
Taken on: Day 186