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come_sailaway2022-12-02 04:35 am
serialskiller) wrote in come_sailaway2022-12-02 04:35 am
[OPEN LOG] I've a heart of gold in the smallest size
Who: Murderbot and y'all
When: Early December
Summary: My normal approach is useless here.
Warnings: Squishy things like bot emotions. Also risk of fall damage.
1. More than an illustration [About Anywhere]
Murderbot's gotten pretty good at painting landscapes, thanks to Bob Ross, but now it's stepping out of that comfort zone and trying to sketch people. Well. Parts of people. The way a ponytail falls over a shoulder, but without a face. An incomplete hand with tidy nails, gripping onto some sort of pole or cane. A single shoe, a black leather mary jane. An individual eye. A man's mustache and nose. Hair in a braid. What is unmistakeably Max's knee, smoldering after being shot.
It doesn't seem satisfied with any of it, though the renderings are detailed and very photorealistic. After all, its mind's eye is a literal camera. Of course it registers every detail. But as it rips out a page and crumples it up to toss away, it happens to hit the nearest person with the paper ball instead.
2. Points of articulation [The Memorial]
There's a sweatshirt Murderbot received as a Sundries gift months ago that it's never worn in public. And never will now. Near everything else people have set up, Murderbot folds the shirt so the number 57 on the back, like the numbers on the back of a sports jersey, are visible, and sets it out with everything else.
Yeah, this memorial was originally meant for previous passengers, but there's nowhere else for it to properly...you know.
"And you got the number wrong anyway, dumbass. Sixty-one. It was sixty-one. They counted too."
Beside that, he also sets some of Jinx's tools and half-finished creations, and then turns to slip away before anyone notices it was here.
...oops, too late.
3. Come to life on a brass spring [Promenade]
Look, the new brass statue in the Promenade is weird and Murderbot is climbing it. That's it, that's the prompt. Come bother it?
X. Such a wonderful plaything [Wildcard]
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When: Early December
Summary: My normal approach is useless here.
Warnings: Squishy things like bot emotions. Also risk of fall damage.
1. More than an illustration [About Anywhere]
Murderbot's gotten pretty good at painting landscapes, thanks to Bob Ross, but now it's stepping out of that comfort zone and trying to sketch people. Well. Parts of people. The way a ponytail falls over a shoulder, but without a face. An incomplete hand with tidy nails, gripping onto some sort of pole or cane. A single shoe, a black leather mary jane. An individual eye. A man's mustache and nose. Hair in a braid. What is unmistakeably Max's knee, smoldering after being shot.
It doesn't seem satisfied with any of it, though the renderings are detailed and very photorealistic. After all, its mind's eye is a literal camera. Of course it registers every detail. But as it rips out a page and crumples it up to toss away, it happens to hit the nearest person with the paper ball instead.
2. Points of articulation [The Memorial]
There's a sweatshirt Murderbot received as a Sundries gift months ago that it's never worn in public. And never will now. Near everything else people have set up, Murderbot folds the shirt so the number 57 on the back, like the numbers on the back of a sports jersey, are visible, and sets it out with everything else.
Yeah, this memorial was originally meant for previous passengers, but there's nowhere else for it to properly...you know.
"And you got the number wrong anyway, dumbass. Sixty-one. It was sixty-one. They counted too."
Beside that, he also sets some of Jinx's tools and half-finished creations, and then turns to slip away before anyone notices it was here.
...oops, too late.
3. Come to life on a brass spring [Promenade]
Look, the new brass statue in the Promenade is weird and Murderbot is climbing it. That's it, that's the prompt. Come bother it?
X. Such a wonderful plaything [Wildcard]
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"That can be part of it. When they're not around, it can... ache, yes. That's the word for it. It isn't meant to hurt you, but it can feel that way. Does it help relieve some of the pressure if you seek them out, or think about them?"
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Centuries of regret and failure behind him, and yet all Skulduggery can think of is Fio's body lying in bed.
"All we can do is try our best to keep the people we care about safe. And when our best isn't enough..." He shrugs. "We have to learn to forgive ourselves. To understand that sometimes, there's nothing we can do but offer support and care after things have gone horribly wrong."
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It allows its gaze to flicker upward sheepishly. "I am trying, though. For those who matter."
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Skulduggery considers their last few interactions, weighing them with a contemplative tilt of his head.
"You take your role as a security unit seriously, and that attitude brings with it a natural sense of safety. You don't like to talk much, make eye contact, or be physical. But there are plenty of other people out there who don't like one or all of those things. And personally, I find your silence to be comfortable, not oppressive or awkward."
All that to say, "I think maybe you're doing just fine. If you need the reassurance, anyway."