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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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"Maybe so. Just means it's a good thing that we didn't meet until now." It's as simple as that, really. Does it matter if they wouldn't have been friends back then? Not really, in the long run.
"I was a much more cynical person before I came here. And was quick to form some conclusions and make assumptions about people without knowing all the facts. It was harder for me to make friends." Between the events from Spring Break and now on the ship, he likes to think everything has helped to open up his eyes a little bit, and his heart.
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"The ship changes everyone. On previous voyages, it was almost always for the worse. It's how you get a batch like the ghosts who possessed everyone in October. But this voyage is different, apparently."
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"Yeah, I'm not sure what to make of this voyage. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop." Surely something foreboding is lurking on the horizon, which has Eddie feeling like he shouldn't be getting too comfortable with the state of things.
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But then, so is artwork.
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"Well, I'll take it, either way." He manages a small smile, trying not to think of the next time, but feeling a little less scared of it. His uncle did always try to teach him not to be too scared of things that were inevitable, but he had a feeling this wasn't exactly what Wayne had in mind.