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Johnny Silverhand ✦ Cyberpunk 2077RESIDENCE ✦ Townhouse
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby "Not here. Leave a message."
INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST ✧ EXTRA
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TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION
Johnny Silverhand ✦ Cyberpunk 2077RESIDENCE ✦ Townhouse
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby "Not here. Leave a message."
INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST ✧ EXTRA
Johnny!
Whatcha think the legal ramifications of music rights contracts are after one party dies and then after that both parties find themselves on an alien planet?
Wanna make sure we have an agreement about what to do with the old tunes here.
Whatcha think the legal ramifications of music rights contracts are after one party dies and then after that both parties find themselves on an alien planet?
Wanna make sure we have an agreement about what to do with the old tunes here.
[Johnny’s voice is that of gruff amusement mixed with a hint of utter dismissiveness.]
Pretty sure Earth contracts mean shit once you’ve gone and traveled across the universe. Doubly so if one party’s technically dead.
Why don’t you tell me? Thinkin’ of charming the alien audiences with some oldies but goodies?
Pretty sure Earth contracts mean shit once you’ve gone and traveled across the universe. Doubly so if one party’s technically dead.
Why don’t you tell me? Thinkin’ of charming the alien audiences with some oldies but goodies?
[Kerry had expected dismissiveness and teasing. He seems amused more than anything.]
No, dumbass. Wanna make sure you know it's still all yours. Gave you everything that was Samurai back home, plan to do so here too.
Just want to make sure you have it in writin' if you want it.
No, dumbass. Wanna make sure you know it's still all yours. Gave you everything that was Samurai back home, plan to do so here too.
Just want to make sure you have it in writin' if you want it.
Christ, Kerry. Figured death would have saved me from needing to have another conversation about legal contacts ever again.
Don’t need it in writing. Not exactly trying to accrue fame and fortune for myself, and it’s not like you won’t give credit where it’s due.
[Johnny’s got the same idea re: throwing himself onto the music scene, but it’s all a means to an end. Work to earn resources, a name that can throw around some weight; add it all up and maybe it’ll turn into a way find a solution for V — or just a way back home.]
‘Course, if you want to denote an axe to my cause, instead, I won’t complain.
[He kids.]
Don’t need it in writing. Not exactly trying to accrue fame and fortune for myself, and it’s not like you won’t give credit where it’s due.
[Johnny’s got the same idea re: throwing himself onto the music scene, but it’s all a means to an end. Work to earn resources, a name that can throw around some weight; add it all up and maybe it’ll turn into a way find a solution for V — or just a way back home.]
‘Course, if you want to denote an axe to my cause, instead, I won’t complain.
[He kids.]
Figured you'd say as much but had to offer anyway. Unlike you I got 50 years worth of music to play and a new album that's been rattling 'round my head to boot.
[The new stuff won't make as much sense without his career to reference, but the point stands.]
Hell, if I had an extra axe I would. I miss my collection...
[Then, in a suggestive, teasing tone,] Could help you make Mana to get scratch to pay for one.
[The new stuff won't make as much sense without his career to reference, but the point stands.]
Hell, if I had an extra axe I would. I miss my collection...
[Then, in a suggestive, teasing tone,] Could help you make Mana to get scratch to pay for one.
Stop you right there before you go feelin’ sorry for me. [He knows that’s not what Kerry meant, but Johnny says what he says.] I can compose my own music just fine, even without the extra fifty years. Figure that bein’ stuck in soul prison for that long’s provided ample inspiration.
[Huffs, amused, cocking a brow which goes unseen over a voice feed.]
Got V to help with that. The guitar, not the Manna. Though it don’t mean that I’d say no to some pocket change now and then. [Teasing:] Gonna come over and hold my hand?
[Huffs, amused, cocking a brow which goes unseen over a voice feed.]
Got V to help with that. The guitar, not the Manna. Though it don’t mean that I’d say no to some pocket change now and then. [Teasing:] Gonna come over and hold my hand?
Yeah, Johnny. 'Holdin' hands' is exactly where my mind went. There and nowhere else.
[He really missed teasing Johnny and now that he can without V being a middle man it feels oddly satisfying.]
You seriously gonna have my input klep and axe for you?
[He should find that less hot than he does, but he doesn't feel too guilty about it.]
[He really missed teasing Johnny and now that he can without V being a middle man it feels oddly satisfying.]
You seriously gonna have my input klep and axe for you?
[He should find that less hot than he does, but he doesn't feel too guilty about it.]
[He can tease them as they come, and it feels as natural as before; like 50 years between them never passed.]
Well, if you get a spark of imagination, let me know. Won't turn down some pocket change, and it's better if we startin' looking at all of this as quid pro quo, anyhow.
[But that's something he's going to leave up to him. Given the knot of history between them, plus the history between him and a certain input of Kerry's, what a tangled web they all weave; and not one Johnny wants to make a noose out of just yet. He's trying to be a little better, you see, 'least when it comes to the people he knows.]
Why not? Not like he hasn't done it before. Give him somethin' to focus on, and maybe I'll go along for the ride.
[Well, that's not how he expected that suggestion to go. He also can't really respond to it right now. He needs time to process just what Johnny is suggesting. Instead, he'll focus on Johnny and V going on heist together.]
Yeah, I believe he could pull it off, no problem. He's really made a name for himself since he came back. King of the Afterlife. It's hot as hell.
Yeah, I believe he could pull it off, no problem. He's really made a name for himself since he came back. King of the Afterlife. It's hot as hell.
[Well, then, he’ll just let that little nugget of an idea settle as planned. Maybe germinate for a bit. Either way, he’s not going to pretend that it isn’t overly complicated, and if that thought wants to die on the vine, so be it. He’s got plenty of other choices to keep him from going broke (and turning into a rock) in this place.]
King of the Afterlife? [He actually huffs out a dry-sounding laugh.] You know, I can believe it. Told him to not stop fighting after we split; guess that’s one way of takin' it to heart.
King of the Afterlife? [He actually huffs out a dry-sounding laugh.] You know, I can believe it. Told him to not stop fighting after we split; guess that’s one way of takin' it to heart.
Hm-mm. [He has a tone like he's judging Johnny for taking credit for V's success... because he is. Judging Johnny is a fun hobby of his.]
Either way, can't wait to hear the music you come up with here. It's bound to be fuckin' wild. [That part is also true, though, because Johnny's art always has weight to it. He's missed it the last 50 years.]
Either way, can't wait to hear the music you come up with here. It's bound to be fuckin' wild. [That part is also true, though, because Johnny's art always has weight to it. He's missed it the last 50 years.]
[Is Johnny still narcissistic enough to take even a sliver of credit? You bet. They had shared a body for the biggest portion of V making a name for himself, after all; he's damn well going to take a little bit if asked.
The smile's probably heard in his tone.]
'Course it'll be. [What was that about narcissistic. Though-] Same goes to you, Ker. Bet you've already been comin' up with somethin' new in that head of yours. Wanna hear it sometime.
The smile's probably heard in his tone.]
'Course it'll be. [What was that about narcissistic. Though-] Same goes to you, Ker. Bet you've already been comin' up with somethin' new in that head of yours. Wanna hear it sometime.
I was finishin' up the new album back home. Which... I suppose you were there for the start. Heard a bit of the half-formed ideas from your viewpoint in V's head, yeah?
Since bein' here, though... I mean, fuck, how can you end up on a totally new world and not want to create somethin' about it? Only so many ways a person can express how fucked and amazin' a sich like this is.
Since bein' here, though... I mean, fuck, how can you end up on a totally new world and not want to create somethin' about it? Only so many ways a person can express how fucked and amazin' a sich like this is.
[Well, now. If it isn’t another one come up from the realm of the dead to exist on this rock, if this is who he assumes it is. Johnny sets his jaw, thinking for a sec, before replying.]
Believe or not, my days of playing ghost haunting someone else’s existence is gone. I’m as real as they come.
Jackie, right? You catch up with V yet?
Believe or not, my days of playing ghost haunting someone else’s existence is gone. I’m as real as they come.
Jackie, right? You catch up with V yet?
Yeah, more’s the pity if you end up with an album full of songs about it.
[Mild sarcasm.]
Dig your heels into the city and somethin’ new will strike eventually. Somethin’ you’ll wanna yell about.
[Or maybe that’s Johnny’s take, but Kerry gets the idea.]
I’m sure trouble’s just ‘round the corner, anyhow.
[Mild sarcasm.]
Dig your heels into the city and somethin’ new will strike eventually. Somethin’ you’ll wanna yell about.
[Or maybe that’s Johnny’s take, but Kerry gets the idea.]
I’m sure trouble’s just ‘round the corner, anyhow.
Trouble's always around since you're back.
[He doesn't seem to mind, though. He even sounds fond of the idea. Johnny did something massively fucked up as the last act of his former life, but honestly, when Kerry thinks about Johnny's antics now he thinks about being young in the early 2010s and getting away with shit they shouldn't have gotten away with.]
But, know what you mean. We find ourselves with these fancy rocks that ain't even proper chrome and those doctors in orbit were mighty cagey with some o' their facts.
[He doesn't seem to mind, though. He even sounds fond of the idea. Johnny did something massively fucked up as the last act of his former life, but honestly, when Kerry thinks about Johnny's antics now he thinks about being young in the early 2010s and getting away with shit they shouldn't have gotten away with.]
But, know what you mean. We find ourselves with these fancy rocks that ain't even proper chrome and those doctors in orbit were mighty cagey with some o' their facts.
[A huff.]
This isn’t exactly the kinda trouble you can pin on me.
[This time!!
But if they’re going to delve into the realm of cynicism and distrust lobbed at the local authorities, then of course Johnny will wholeheartedly agree that there’s plenty they’re in the dark about.]
Not countin’ the fact that there’s a lack of explanation all around. How any of this is possible — how the dead can be living and breathing like it’s nothing new.
And yeah, the gems. Don’t like any new mods I can’t account for.
This isn’t exactly the kinda trouble you can pin on me.
[This time!!
But if they’re going to delve into the realm of cynicism and distrust lobbed at the local authorities, then of course Johnny will wholeheartedly agree that there’s plenty they’re in the dark about.]
Not countin’ the fact that there’s a lack of explanation all around. How any of this is possible — how the dead can be living and breathing like it’s nothing new.
And yeah, the gems. Don’t like any new mods I can’t account for.
Literally the stuff of horror stories. [Because being implanted with tech you don't know could mean death, invasion of privacy, re-writing your entire personality, losing control of your limbs... And all kinds of awful things.
After a moment, he sighs, and braces for Johnny to dismiss the next question that he still feels like he has to ask.]
How're you copin' with all of that? Bein' real again, I mean, and bein' away from V?
After a moment, he sighs, and braces for Johnny to dismiss the next question that he still feels like he has to ask.]
How're you copin' with all of that? Bein' real again, I mean, and bein' away from V?
That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about.
I'm guessin you haven't run into the one I'm living with.
Don't really get how the parallel universe/alternate reality shit works, but one grew up on the streets near my neck of the woods, and the other--a nomad. The former is still pretty sore about you being in his head and trying to kill him, and being the good choom that I am, just wanted to say to watch yourself.
If you want to reach out and try to make amends, alright, but don't be a dick. He's been through some shit, and it's still fresh.
[It sounds a little harsh after he runs his eyes over what he'd sent already, but that wasn't entirely his intention.]
And I know you're capable.
We got on alright when we first met, considering the circumstances.
I'm guessin you haven't run into the one I'm living with.
Don't really get how the parallel universe/alternate reality shit works, but one grew up on the streets near my neck of the woods, and the other--a nomad. The former is still pretty sore about you being in his head and trying to kill him, and being the good choom that I am, just wanted to say to watch yourself.
If you want to reach out and try to make amends, alright, but don't be a dick. He's been through some shit, and it's still fresh.
[It sounds a little harsh after he runs his eyes over what he'd sent already, but that wasn't entirely his intention.]
And I know you're capable.
We got on alright when we first met, considering the circumstances.
[The silence runs long, at least for a man like Johnny, before a reply comes through. It’s a big thing to simply accept over text—not that he thinks Jackie’s lying—but it’s harder still to swallow the most bitter pill: that even in another reality, he’s a fucking asshole to V, someone who should be the closest person he has, and that rift was never mended.
Might not technically be him, this Johnny in another alternate universe, but it might as well be. He feels the weight of that responsibility like a man who had tried to do better, learning that he didn’t.]
So what, the other Johnny just left it hanging? Making me pick up the pieces? Guess I don’t got a choice.
Got on alright with you because V won’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t. He tell you everything? About what happened — to you, to me and him?
Might not technically be him, this Johnny in another alternate universe, but it might as well be. He feels the weight of that responsibility like a man who had tried to do better, learning that he didn’t.]
So what, the other Johnny just left it hanging? Making me pick up the pieces? Guess I don’t got a choice.
Got on alright with you because V won’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t. He tell you everything? About what happened — to you, to me and him?
[Having to think about how different Johnny might be if he played his cards different is similar to the nights he spent awake wondering if he is really him and if any of this really real. It's just fucking weird to try to accept any of that, but he's getting there.]
If you explain that things went down differently for you, maybe he won't treat you like the version of you he might think you are. This shit is confusing to think about, but I think you can sort it out.
[Jackie contemplates putting away his phone and pretending he never saw that last message, but running from reality doesn't benefit anyone.]
Yeah. Died on a job, put you in his head...and we know how the rest of it goes. [He doesn't know in any detail, no, but broad strokes? Yeah, he's got the gist of what happened.] Tell me what happened to you. [Because it seems now everyone has their own version of those events and how they did things differently. Jackie feels like everyone should be able to tell their own side of things.]
If you explain that things went down differently for you, maybe he won't treat you like the version of you he might think you are. This shit is confusing to think about, but I think you can sort it out.
[Jackie contemplates putting away his phone and pretending he never saw that last message, but running from reality doesn't benefit anyone.]
Yeah. Died on a job, put you in his head...and we know how the rest of it goes. [He doesn't know in any detail, no, but broad strokes? Yeah, he's got the gist of what happened.] Tell me what happened to you. [Because it seems now everyone has their own version of those events and how they did things differently. Jackie feels like everyone should be able to tell their own side of things.]
[Now that earns the first real weighty pause in the conversation, probably the only question that Johnny wouldn’t have an immediate, quick-fire answer to. How can he really put it into words what it was like to share a body with someone else, his own personality trying so hard to override V’s like some kind of invasive tumor, to the point where sometimes it was hard to tell a difference between the both of them? Where the line was drawn, and where it started to fade at the edges?
Real existential — whether or not he’d label it a crisis is debatable.
Finally-]
Didn’t feel like I wasn’t real when I was in V’s head. Shared a mind and a body, so his felt like mine, too, in a way.
[Probably not helpful. He tries again.]
Near the end, there, you know, it was hard sometimes to tell a difference. I wasn’t erasing V so much as my engram [him? whatever] was overriding, taking over piece by piece. Assimilating, and at the end it was going to be me behind the wheel, but not because he was gone… just changed. Into me.
[Probably too esoteric. Johnny exhales.]
Basically, bein’ separated feels like losin’ a limb. Another limb. Big part of myself gone quiet. But I’m adjustin’ just fine, all things considered.
Real existential — whether or not he’d label it a crisis is debatable.
Finally-]
Didn’t feel like I wasn’t real when I was in V’s head. Shared a mind and a body, so his felt like mine, too, in a way.
[Probably not helpful. He tries again.]
Near the end, there, you know, it was hard sometimes to tell a difference. I wasn’t erasing V so much as my engram [him? whatever] was overriding, taking over piece by piece. Assimilating, and at the end it was going to be me behind the wheel, but not because he was gone… just changed. Into me.
[Probably too esoteric. Johnny exhales.]
Basically, bein’ separated feels like losin’ a limb. Another limb. Big part of myself gone quiet. But I’m adjustin’ just fine, all things considered.
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