[OPEN LOG] I've a heart of gold in the smallest size

[serialskiller]

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]
darkersolstice or darkersolstice #9463 to plot

Comments

[sabigoe]

Gasp. Both at the word and how loud that sounds in a library. It's managed to entirely wake her up from her stupor. There's an apology quickly followed after, so she won't chide Rin for it.

"I'm alright, Rin-Rin!" A smile. It's just paper. She grabs the ball from her head and although she should probably just toss it in a garbage bin as it intended, she unfurls it without much thought, "What were you working on?"

[serialskiller]

"Just some drawings. I'm not happy with how they're looking. I'm frustrated with myself." With her, it manages to get out some feelings words, honest ones.

[sabigoe]

"Sometimes I feel that way too when I draw!" She quickly finishes opening up the piece of paper, seeing the drawing of... an individual eye. That's far better than anything she can do when she usually does dots for eyes, so she looks upon it in confusion.

"Huh? This looks really nice! It's like it's staring back at me..."

[serialskiller]

"Yeah, I guess the drawing and I couldn't see eye to eye." Shhhh, don't tell anyone it has a sense of humor, they'll never believe you.

[sabigoe]

A pause. The edges of her lips twitch and she lets out a quiet giggle. "Oh! I get it. Hee hee." Yes, she's very easily amused and impressed!

Fio moves to the opposite side of the table, to pull out her own chair and sit. "Maybe you just need a little break from drawing."

[serialskiller]

"Yeah?" It glances toward her. "What should I do instead, then?"

Because you humor the suggestions of a still-developing human. You just do.

[sabigoe]

"Have you made paper airplanes before? Or cranes? Yuuyu showed me how awhile back." Fio means Natsuno.

She rummages through her tote bag to check what materials she has with her. Just in case they don't have enough paper at their disposal... well, she can make a quick run to the shops too or the children's area.

[serialskiller]

"I have never made either before. Paper airplanes sound fun, though. Can you show me?"

The curiosity is genuine, now.

[sabigoe]

"Sure, it's really easy!" She answers eagerly, pulling out a blank sheet of paper and a second one for Rin.

And she starts folding, creasing the edges. She goes slow, to make sure it's able to follow along.

"The fun part is when it's finished. Then you get to throw it around and make it glide."

[serialskiller]

Murderbot's folds are precise and neat, as it follows her instructions, curious how paper can be made into something that glides with no structure beneath it.

[sabigoe]

Wow, those folds are way better than her first time making one.

"Here, I'll show you how to throw it."

Once the paper airplane is completed, she stands from her seat and lifts it up. With a flick of her wrist, she sends the plane flying across the room and sliding underneath another table.

When she first did this with Natsuno, she didn't do much of a good job. Her airplane took an early nosedive.

"Now you try, Rin-Rin."

[serialskiller]

Murderbot's plane glides a bit further, aided by the precision of its folding techniques--across the room before hitting a wall, its nose crumpling.

"Oh! That worked better than I expected."

[sabigoe]

"Wow!" Fio blurts out without thinking, clapping her hands together. Immediately, she clasps her hands over her mouth as she remembers to use an 'inside voice' in the library. She muffles a delighted laugh.

"That was amazing. So much better than my first try."

She bounds away from the table, going to retrieve both paper airplanes. Of course, she has to clean up their litter...