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come_sailaway2023-10-21 12:36 pm
serialskiller) wrote in come_sailaway2023-10-21 12:36 pm
[OPEN] I Want it to Be, Like, Messy
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]
Find me anywhere and anytime to plot, darkersolstice on discord or plurk
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]
Find me anywhere and anytime to plot, darkersolstice on discord or plurk
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Why wouldn’t it be soothed? Why would it feel weird about things like comfort and soothing in the abstract? It’s not like there’s a whole class of cyborg constructs made for the purpose of being ‘comfort’ for humans or anything—oh, wait.
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His fingers fall into a steady pattern stroking through its hair. When it purrs Ash grins.
"You are the most adorable ruthless machine I've ever met." He laughs a little. "I mean I've never met as hine like you before."