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themainframe2013-08-31 02:07 am
eatmybow) wrote in themainframe2013-08-31 02:07 am
concerto 003 [backdated to the 28th]
[As Maya and Cam are finishing up their duet, suddenly the D-Terminals are graced with a view of the Matlin family's kitchen. Katie is on the other side of the kitchen counter, although she looks younger than Cam might remember, and she's mashing something up in a bowl. It's a banana, for anyone who might recognize it.
"Why do you do that?"
The voice is considerably younger than Maya's current one, but hers all the same, and comes from somewhere behind the camera. Katie doesn't look up when Maya asks the question, just continues her mashing.
"Because it's basically ice cream."
"We have ice cream." Maya sounds suspicious of her sister. "I don't get why you're doing all this extra work."
Shaking her head, Katie snorts. "Do you know how many calories are in ice cream? This is way healthier. You want some?"
Pushing the bowl toward Maya, Katie smiles. Maya reaches out for it, and takes it while Katie turns around and grabs another banana from the freezer. "You can have that. I'll just make more for me."]
[For the majority of the City, that's the end of Maya's memory leak. For Cam, however, the screen fritzes and shows another scene.
Then, a view of some sheet music, clearly handwritten, with someone's hand resting on it and tapping a pencil. There's a knock from somewhere, and the picture swings around until it's focused on a door. "Come in!"
The door opens, Katie in the doorframe. She walks forward, and the video follows her as she sits on a bed. There's a silence that feels uneasy, and then Katie sighs.
"Maya? I . . ."
Another silence, like Maya's waiting for Katie to finish after trailing off, and then she speaks. "What's up?"
Clearly uneasy, Katie folds her arm across her body and looks down. When she speaks, it's quiet and brittle. "Don't end up sick like me, Chicken Little. Just . . . Anything I ever told you about food? Don't. Don't listen to any of it, okay? I'm an idiot."
"You're not -"
Katie looks up, eyes sharp and at odds with her withdrawn posture. "Promise me.
"I . . . I promise."
More static. Then, the picture fades in again. There's a stack of various frozen foods piled up on a counter, which Maya takes in as she walks into the kitchen. "Wow, someone's hungry."
The focus shifts to Katie, who's setting more food on the counter as Maya goes to open the fridge.
"It's not what you think." Katie hipchecks Maya out of the way. "I'm looking for something, and you're in my way."
Soda in hand, Maya backs away from the fridge, arms up in peaceful gesture. "Easy, I'm just getting a drink."
Katie is still pulling food from the freezer. Maya's eyes dart toward the food piled on the counter, and then looks back to Katie. "Is everything okay?"
This time, Maya sounds concerned. Katie turns, holding up a bag of frozen peas. "No one binges on peas. It's for my knee. Satisfied?"]
"Why do you do that?"
The voice is considerably younger than Maya's current one, but hers all the same, and comes from somewhere behind the camera. Katie doesn't look up when Maya asks the question, just continues her mashing.
"Because it's basically ice cream."
"We have ice cream." Maya sounds suspicious of her sister. "I don't get why you're doing all this extra work."
Shaking her head, Katie snorts. "Do you know how many calories are in ice cream? This is way healthier. You want some?"
Pushing the bowl toward Maya, Katie smiles. Maya reaches out for it, and takes it while Katie turns around and grabs another banana from the freezer. "You can have that. I'll just make more for me."]
[For the majority of the City, that's the end of Maya's memory leak. For Cam, however, the screen fritzes and shows another scene.
Then, a view of some sheet music, clearly handwritten, with someone's hand resting on it and tapping a pencil. There's a knock from somewhere, and the picture swings around until it's focused on a door. "Come in!"
The door opens, Katie in the doorframe. She walks forward, and the video follows her as she sits on a bed. There's a silence that feels uneasy, and then Katie sighs.
"Maya? I . . ."
Another silence, like Maya's waiting for Katie to finish after trailing off, and then she speaks. "What's up?"
Clearly uneasy, Katie folds her arm across her body and looks down. When she speaks, it's quiet and brittle. "Don't end up sick like me, Chicken Little. Just . . . Anything I ever told you about food? Don't. Don't listen to any of it, okay? I'm an idiot."
"You're not -"
Katie looks up, eyes sharp and at odds with her withdrawn posture. "Promise me.
"I . . . I promise."
More static. Then, the picture fades in again. There's a stack of various frozen foods piled up on a counter, which Maya takes in as she walks into the kitchen. "Wow, someone's hungry."
The focus shifts to Katie, who's setting more food on the counter as Maya goes to open the fridge.
"It's not what you think." Katie hipchecks Maya out of the way. "I'm looking for something, and you're in my way."
Soda in hand, Maya backs away from the fridge, arms up in peaceful gesture. "Easy, I'm just getting a drink."
Katie is still pulling food from the freezer. Maya's eyes dart toward the food piled on the counter, and then looks back to Katie. "Is everything okay?"
This time, Maya sounds concerned. Katie turns, holding up a bag of frozen peas. "No one binges on peas. It's for my knee. Satisfied?"]