September Catch-All [OPEN]

[be_seeing_you]

Who: Number 6 & YOU
What: Trying out the new fencing gear he got, drawing portraits, casino daydreaming, trying to steal jewelry & more!
When: September 1st for fencing, thru the month for other prompts
Where: All over the ship, see individual prompts
Warnings Potential for violence, alcohol/smoking, will warn for more as necessary



Challenge him to a friendly duel

When the notification comes that he has a package waiting in Sundries, he has no earthly idea what to expect. But, he must say, once he's torn the nautical paper off to find a fencing practice kit inside, he is rather pleased. Well, with one exception. The Epee he's been provided is neither blunted nor is it tipped with plastic the way it should be for safety. It very much seems to be a live and dangerous blade. Admittedly, he's not too sorry to have a functional weapon given the characters around here, but it means he'll have to be especially careful when practicing with it.

He's up on the sports deck making use of one of the empty tennis courts as his makeshift practice arena. In the absence of a tip protector, he's wrapped some gauze and medical tape from the infirmary around the sharp tip in an effort to achieve close to the same effect. That way, when he stabs the wall at the back of the court, it leaves slightly less of a divot.

He puts himself through some familiar drills, re-familiarizing himself with his technique and generally working to improve his stance and remember his form. It's clear just from looking that he's had some experience with this. If only he had a proper partner to fence, alas.


Have your portrait drawn

He doesn't tend to flaunt it often, but Number 6 actually does have a bit of talent for the arts. Perhaps he's not the most creative of minds, but he's rather good at capturing likenesses in portraiture. So, on various days and in various places throughout the ship, such as the dining hall, the sports deck, the library, and even in some of the pubs and bars (or anywhere, your choice), he will sit himself down quietly in the corner with a pad of paper over his knee and a pencil in hand. Anyone who catches his interest may become the new subject of his drawing. For the most part, they are flattering renditions. He doesn't mind if someone wants to observe, he'll simply nod to them and keep scratching with his pencil until he's satisfied.

Once he completes his drawing, he'll approach his subject and hold out the sketch to ask, "Excuse me, I wondered if you might like this?"


Lost in the game

With a cigarette in hand and whiskey in front of him, he sits at one of the blackjack tables idly playing against an invisible dealer. It's hard to tell if he's enjoying himself. He's got a far-off look on his face as he idly scratches the table to request another "hit." Win or lose, he doesn't seem to have much of a reaction. His mind is obviously elsewhere. He's so zoned out, in fact, that on this rare occasion even someone who isn't particularly stealthy might be able to sneak up behind him unawares.


Jewelry shopping

Right. The time has come to investigate that jewelry store. Why is it that no one is allowed to take anything? Of all the places on this ship, why there? He can be found bending over the displays, scrutinizing the various pieces through the glass. There doesn't appear to be any way to get at them. Not any way that doesn't involve a bit of violence, that is. So be it.

He goes, briefly, to the nearest bar and brings back with him one of the bar stools. Raising it over his head, he prepares to bring it down on one of the cases. Little does he know, that won't be enough to shatter it no matter how many times he bashes the glass.

But, he has to try.


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Comments

[be_seeing_you]

"I suppose I couldn't tell you precisely how all the pieces of a gun work either," he says with a light shrug. He can deconstruct and reconstruct one, however.

"Would you show me what else they do?"

[sixthdeadliest]

Six nodded before backing up to give himself some space. He brought the two hilts together, connecting the two swords to form a double-bladed staff. Quite a solid one, too.

He waited, allowing Smith some time to study the new configuration.

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 takes his time appreciating this genius piece of engineering. He's astounded, truly. Maybe even a little green with envy.

"Impressive. What style of fighting technique have you adopted for a weapon like this?"

[sixthdeadliest]

If Smith was envious before...

"That's not all they can do."

He disconnected the two handles before bringing them together, the oddly-shaped blades forming what looked like a large tuning fork. He activated the magnetism as he moved backwards, giving himself a little more space as the powerful magnet snagged one of the free weights. He sent it flying through the air and over the side.

[be_seeing_you]

He's practically dying of envy now, it's true. Imagine what he could do to Maximilien with that thing.

"Very impressive. Does that only work on magnetic metals?"

[sixthdeadliest]

Just wait until you see his shuriken, Smith.

"Not sure. Haven't really tested it on much else since most of what I end up using them on has at least some iron in it."

[be_seeing_you]

The shuriken he might actually want to take lessons for.

"What do you end up using these on?" They seem a tad excessive.

[sixthdeadliest]

That could be arranged. He could also teach you how to throw various knives.

"Car parts, manhole covers, just anything made of metal that looks large and heavy enough to do bodily harm to mutated creatures that are usually much bigger than me." He paused before adding awkwardly, "My world stopped being normal about five years ago."

[be_seeing_you]

"Mutated creatures is new, even for here." He can't even find it in himself to be skeptical anymore.

"What triggered it?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"Scientists attempting to play God backed by people who wanted to become gods," Six said sourly. "Are you familiar with the idea of nanites or nanomachines?"

[be_seeing_you]

"No. I'm not familiar with either. If it's a form of advanced technology, I'm afraid I'm terribly ignorant on the subject."

[sixthdeadliest]

"I don't know the full details myself, but they're microscopic machines. Like all roads to Hell, they were made with good intentions: The original intention was to fix injuries and cure illnesses on a cellular level. Then they kept pushing the technology until it literally blew up in their faces."

Well, he knew now that it was the scientists had set off the explosion to scatter the Meta Nanites but same basic idea.

[be_seeing_you]

"Far too many good ideas end up used for the wrong reasons." His voice is heavy with regret.

"Is there any way to reverse the mutation once it's begun?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"The transformation typically happens very quickly. And painfully." He grimaced. "It's very obvious when someone is turning.

"There is a way to reverse it, but unfortunately that option isn't available on the ship at this time. And there are a few cases where the cure doesn't work."

[be_seeing_you]

"If I'm understanding correctly, then you are at risk of a sudden mutation with no cure. And that could happen unexpectedly at any time...here?"

There's a long pause, and then he adds, "If it does happen, what would you want done about it?" He isn't saying it explicitly, but he's implying he would be willing to put Six out of his misery if that's what the man desires.

[sixthdeadliest]

"There's nothing to suggest it won't happen here."

He paused, considering.

"Don't kill me right away. Some EVOs manage to keep their minds despite their forms. After the initial change, see if I have any sort of rationality left. With how people are resurrected on this ship, there's no guarantee I would stay dead or that I'd be cured when I returned to life."

Being caught in a death loop just because he might have his mind but be unable to articulate it properly would not be fun.

[be_seeing_you]

"Then, that being a risk, it's good to have a plan in place." Call it a hero complex, but Number 6 is now glad he's the one who's been roomed with Six instead of someone less capable.

"What is the best method to restrain you while I ascertain if you are still lucid?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"Not sure. I can't even tell you if I'll have the same number of limbs in the same relative configuration."

His world was bullshit.

[be_seeing_you]

"That is... difficult." He doesn't know what he expected but that's not it.

Undaunted, he adds. "Suppose I'll have to get creative."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six nodded. "Hopefully I'll remain around the same size. A handful of EVOs have clocked in at skyscraper scale."

[be_seeing_you]

"If you grow that large the ship may not be able to hold you." And never mind Number 6 trying to kill him or contain him.

"I sincerely hope this stays in the realm of hypothetical."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Same, but I thought it'd be best to give you the worst-case scenario."

[be_seeing_you]

"I do appreciate your practicality. I would much rather be fully informed than discover something like that by surprise." This is why they get along.

Speaking of. "Is there anyone else here you would want me to enlist for help?"

[sixthdeadliest]

It really was. Honestly, Smith almost felt like a partner in all this madness. That set Six rather at-ease.

"Dr. César Salazar. He's also from my world and has expertise in the nanites," Six answered.

Of course, he and César had unpleasant history together. The scientist was not one of Six's favorite people, but if there was trouble with the nanites, César was the best option given the circumstances.

[be_seeing_you]

"Is he? I had no idea." Number 6 is familiar with the scientist, but he hadn't made the connection.

"All right. I already have his contact information. That makes things much easier."