[OPEN] I Want it to Be, Like, Messy

[serialskiller]

Who: Sec and You
When: October
Where: All Over
Summary: Trying to Get By
Warnings: None Yet

1. I feel like no one wants me [The Pillow Pit]
Perhaps you were coming to relax a little. Perhaps you're just discovering the new door in Calgona for the first time. Perhaps the low rumbling sound coming from behind the door intrigued you.

And perhaps the handwritten sign taped to the door that said AT YOUR OWN RISK was too great a temptation to ignore.

Either way, pushing into the room with the pillow pit, what one finds is Security, sprawled out in the pit, covered by its weighted blanket, either snoring or purring. Or perhaps a mix of both! Engage, as the sign said, at your own risk.


2. And I hate the way I'm perceived [All Over]
The drones are somewhat less present right now. Or perhaps, less obvious. The Panopticon is tired, and the amount of data it's taking in on a daily basis is a lot to process. So, it's only flying a couple extra eyes right now, and even those are staying mostly out of the way. Mostly.

If you're a new passenger or a friend, there's a chance one might still drift by, orbit your head like a personal moon. Buzz near an ear, almost playfully. Since it's not focusing on piloting the whole fleet, it can puppet an individual drone to behave like a cartoon insect, or a curious puppy that happens to be about a centimeter tall and flying.


3. I only have two real friends [Bellona Theater]
Security received the trumpet months ago, but it hasn't really learned how to play it besides LOUD. But now, it's going to a part of the ship that's usually unoccupied to get some actual practice in, testing what the different finger buttons do when pressed. If you're in the area, you might here some tentative little doot-doot.

Are you a musician who can help? Are you someone with ears who wants to complain?


4. And lately, I'm a nervous wreck [Wildcard]
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2.

[abhorrently]

The little thing flying around is new. Kind of bothersome, when she's in the middle of trying to put together a supply pack - this whole idea of going someplace soon means she'll have to be prepared.

It's on the third rotation that she makes the move to try and snatch it from the air, wanting a better look at just what has taken such a shine to her business.

[serialskiller]

Congrats, Fever, you have a drone.

And even better, it speaks. "I should have expected something like that. Mind letting go?"

[abhorrently]

"Security?"

She squints at the little thing, before opening her hand to release it.

"Since when could you do this trick?"

Seeing through scrying eyes is one thing, but talking? That's another altogether.

[serialskiller]

"It's not a trick. What you're holding is equivalent to an external sensory organ. It sees and hears for me when I'm not in a location."

For its part, the drone is still, at peace in her grasp.

[abhorrently]

"...how did it get so small, though?"

Guess who doesn't have super future drone tech.

1.

[decrypter]

The pillow pit is an attractive prospect. Finding it earlier, it had been the source of much suspicious testing and careful prodding, until she had understood its entire purpose. And after what had ended up being a late night editing, she would love nothing more than a nap when her energy flags. Why not try the new space?

Of course, coming in, she hears the sounds. Weighs the options, and then walks over to the side where they are less loud - before carefully laying her cane down, and then letting her body fall, to fully collapse into the pillows. What, it's fun to hit them with a soft thwump.

[serialskiller]

The thwump is enough to wake Security and it sits up, immediately letting its energy weapons out of its arm, preparing to fire on an enemy. And then it sees Helena.

"Fuck, I almost shot you. Don't scare me like that!"

It loves that she's here. But that was not the best of awakenings for something programmed for alertness.

[decrypter]

To her credit, she looks at least a little ashamed about nearly causing it to shoot her, and sits up in a hurry.

"Sorry, sorry...I wasn't thinking, and I didn't realize it was you."

It's not the only person with high alert on this ship, but usually she's better about this. Hard work's dulled her awareness.

"Are you all right, though?"

[serialskiller]

"Come here and let me touch your arm to be sure you're alright?"

Yes, it knows it didn't fire, but. It still wants to check.

3

[stalksthedarkness]

He's not really here to complain? More like he's here to figure out what was causing the racket in an otherwise desolate part of the ship. Like a shy elephant that doesn't know how to go all toot-toot yet.

Anyway, yeah, don't mind the old guy kinda stumbling on in! Sorta doing the whole sneaky creep thing, sorta not.

[serialskiller]

There's a person with a trumpet! It's large and muscled and wearing a green dinosaur-themed hoodie with cargo pants and stompy-ass boots, and it clearly doesn't know how to play its instr--

oh.

The moment it notices Kolchak, it stops completely.

[stalksthedarkness]

Oh.

It was at that moment. The wild reporter knew that he had been spotted. By a dino man with a trumpet. You know, this is fine. Never mind that the creature-man-dino-trumpeter just abruptly stopped playing like in a horror movie.

"Uhhh....."

A true wordsmith is he.

"I'm guessing this is where the band practices are being held?"

[serialskiller]

"No band. I'm not good enough for a band, and I don't play well with others."

It's willing to be wordsmith enough for both of them, it seems.

1

[busball]

Klaus has never been one to fear signs about danger. It isn't that they will ignore people's needs for privacy, but they still have to peek in. Once they see the pillow fort, they smile a bit. Well, that seems obvious. And then there's Security.

They knock to announce their presence before settling on a pillow somewhere at the edge of the fort. Maybe if they don't make a pain of themself, they won't be in danger of the risks.

[serialskiller]

Security jerks awake at the knock, sitting up, grabbing its blanket defensively. But when it sees it's Klaus, there's a single slow blink, before it nods.

"Coming to relax?" To share space and time, perhaps even to...cuddle?

[busball]

"Well, I saw the dangerous sign and I couldn't resist. You know how it goes." They offer a smile. "I can't resist the threat of danger." They smile, scooting a little closer. "Sorry I disturbed your sleep. You were snoring. It was cute."

[serialskiller]

“Your punishment for waking me is that you have to be the little spoon.”

This is a grumpy demand, not a gentle, cute offer to just hold on Klaus for a while.

Of course it's the Pillow Pit

[professionalriot]

The sign isn't a deterrent at all. What risk could there be? He knows the rules. Armed with a laptop full of movies, cozy sweats and a hoodie, Ash is ready to flop in that pit and watch The Goonies or The Breakfast Club.

"I come in peace." He announces as he enters the room. Then flops into the pit.

[serialskiller]

"You'll come in pieces if you're not more careful about how you wake up heavy machinery in the future."

As if it's not already trundling closer, bringing its blanket with it.

[professionalriot]

"You're adorable when you're threatening. Stop it before I fall in love."

He settles in and turns his computer on.

"Share your blanket and I'll let you pick the movie."

[serialskiller]

“Ugh, love. Such a squishy organic emotion. I’m so glad I’m above such things,” it says as it moves to offer half of its weighted blanket and curls up beside Ash.

“What are the movie options? Do any of them have scenes where humans interface? I don’t watch those.”

Pillow Pit

[maximumcake]

Aaaw, listen to it purr. Max shoves his whole fist against his mouth to stifle a delighted squeal before it can become audible. Security is SO CUTE like this, help. Max lays his shoes aside at the door and tiptoes into the pit, trying to wriggle in under that blanket as quietly has he can so he doesn't wake it. Snuggle time?

[serialskiller]

It's actually not quite asleep yet, being in the purr stage instead of the snore stage. But it pretends to be asleep and unaware, much like a mother tiger whose cub is stalking up on it.

[maximumcake]

Max really thinks he's getting away with it. He lifts up the heavy blanket oh-so-gingerly and snuggles in at Security's back. Smiling to himself as he tips his head forward to press against it, the better to hear those soothing vibrations.

[serialskiller]

"Silly organic." There's a sleepy chuckle in the tone of Security's voice, as it eases into the cuddle, clearly not startled in the least, and then goes back to purring even louder.