The charms of the Satinalia party had worn thin rather quickly for Kitty. The problem was that it was just so transparent - the whole thing clearly invented to provide an outlet for the frustrations of the oppressed, providing a mockery of social change in order to suppress any possibility of real change. They make the fool into a king, upturn the social order, and in doing so make it into a joke. They give the common folk a sanitized version of power - the power to break the rules, to drink and eat and dance - and pretend that it's a pointless joke so that they never actually crave it. And they provide an outlet for the common folk's frustrations - it's all right if you're feeling powerless now, it's only two months to Satinalia, and then you'll get yours! Social control through playacting at freedom.
She had been down there to see the pirates' raid, though. She'd recognized Captain Vane, and had seen someone who looked like Captain Flint, but surely, she'd thought, it had been her mistake - But there's still greasepaint on his neck and a little smudge clinging to the side of his nose and so in spite of her bad mood she can't help but stop and gape a bit.
"Captain Flint," she greets in return. A moment as she contemplates how to ask this question diplomatically, and then she decides to simply be blunt - "That really was you out there? With the - " Stupidity isn't quite the best word, and so she simply waves a hand in a vague gesture like a cart rolling across a cobbled courtyard.
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god he's such a loser and I love him so much
Date: 2018-11-08 03:49 pm (UTC)She had been down there to see the pirates' raid, though. She'd recognized Captain Vane, and had seen someone who looked like Captain Flint, but surely, she'd thought, it had been her mistake - But there's still greasepaint on his neck and a little smudge clinging to the side of his nose and so in spite of her bad mood she can't help but stop and gape a bit.
"Captain Flint," she greets in return. A moment as she contemplates how to ask this question diplomatically, and then she decides to simply be blunt - "That really was you out there? With the - " Stupidity isn't quite the best word, and so she simply waves a hand in a vague gesture like a cart rolling across a cobbled courtyard.