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come_sailaway2022-11-12 03:03 pm
serialskiller) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-12 03:03 pm
[OTA] Man of Steel, Pray and Kneel
Who: Murderbot and Friends
When: Mid-November
Where: A little bit of everywhere
Summary: Snacktime, Naptime, Recess
Warnings: None yet
1. But I gave you life! [Buffet and other restaurants]
A body must be sustained, or performance reliability drops. Murderbot knows this.
Food has flavor. Murderbot also knows this.
Look, early on in the stomach-having experience, Murderbot found dinosaur chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese and declared those 'safe' foods and generally rejected most of everything else on the ship because...because it wasn't ready to expand yet. Something was safe and something became familiar and something soon became a comfort food. But it's been a few months of this. Murderbot is now ready to start trying new things.
It's not hard to tell that's what's going on, either, as the cyborg begins loading plates at the buffet with tiny sample servings of everything, or taking things at Mikabo one at a time in single plate portions, or even visiting Scoops to try a single spoonful of everything available (except the long pig).
Perhaps you can suggest combinations of food or offer context for some of what's going on (like that gravy goes on potatoes instead of being spooned directly into one's mouth). Or perhaps you just want to watch its experiments.
2. What else could you do? [Pool Deck, Night]
The stars are a lie. The stars have always been a lie.
But on a cool breezy summer night (they're all cool breezy summer nights), lying out on a deck chair under them and staring up isn't not a little bit relaxing.
Murderbot isn't flying any of its drones right now. It's not paying attention to everyone and everything around, just for this moment. It's here wholly in itself, eyeing the universeless sky, and feeling very small. Which is okay. Sometimes small is a good thing. Sometimes you want to wrap the blackness around yourself like a blanket and just be.
Of course, if left alone for too long, eventually its eyes slip closed. There may be a soft sound heard from the cyborg, if one walks past. A low, rhythmic rumble paired with a hushed little puff. Murderbot...is snoring.
3. To do what was right! [Around the Ship, previous CR]
The time has come for a change, a subtle shift in perception and a very tiny assertion of preference. If your character is someone in the habit of referring to Murderbot as Rin, expect to be approached at some point in this month.
"Do you have a moment?" It sounds a little uncertain, its posture an apology.
4. I'm perfect, are you? [Wildcard]
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When: Mid-November
Where: A little bit of everywhere
Summary: Snacktime, Naptime, Recess
Warnings: None yet
1. But I gave you life! [Buffet and other restaurants]
A body must be sustained, or performance reliability drops. Murderbot knows this.
Food has flavor. Murderbot also knows this.
Look, early on in the stomach-having experience, Murderbot found dinosaur chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese and declared those 'safe' foods and generally rejected most of everything else on the ship because...because it wasn't ready to expand yet. Something was safe and something became familiar and something soon became a comfort food. But it's been a few months of this. Murderbot is now ready to start trying new things.
It's not hard to tell that's what's going on, either, as the cyborg begins loading plates at the buffet with tiny sample servings of everything, or taking things at Mikabo one at a time in single plate portions, or even visiting Scoops to try a single spoonful of everything available (except the long pig).
Perhaps you can suggest combinations of food or offer context for some of what's going on (like that gravy goes on potatoes instead of being spooned directly into one's mouth). Or perhaps you just want to watch its experiments.
2. What else could you do? [Pool Deck, Night]
The stars are a lie. The stars have always been a lie.
But on a cool breezy summer night (they're all cool breezy summer nights), lying out on a deck chair under them and staring up isn't not a little bit relaxing.
Murderbot isn't flying any of its drones right now. It's not paying attention to everyone and everything around, just for this moment. It's here wholly in itself, eyeing the universeless sky, and feeling very small. Which is okay. Sometimes small is a good thing. Sometimes you want to wrap the blackness around yourself like a blanket and just be.
Of course, if left alone for too long, eventually its eyes slip closed. There may be a soft sound heard from the cyborg, if one walks past. A low, rhythmic rumble paired with a hushed little puff. Murderbot...is snoring.
3. To do what was right! [Around the Ship, previous CR]
The time has come for a change, a subtle shift in perception and a very tiny assertion of preference. If your character is someone in the habit of referring to Murderbot as Rin, expect to be approached at some point in this month.
"Do you have a moment?" It sounds a little uncertain, its posture an apology.
4. I'm perfect, are you? [Wildcard]
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Klaus's turn to talk about problems, even if its issues echo against those problems so much it could almost cry. Right. Let's...find a way to talk about it without stealing any of the attention.
"And I bet it's hard. When people here see value in you that no one else back home could. When they immediately work from the assumption that you're worthy of respect and caring when you can't even reach that conclusion for yourself through hard logic. They treat you like you're an equal. Right? And you feel like. If you were at all worthy of that. Maybe you'd have had it all along? But you didn't. So you don't. And it hurts. A lot. Right?"
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All of the words hit and he's never really thought about it before like that. "It just feels like..." A sigh. "Yeah. I guess all of that." He frowns. "Sorry for disrupting your sleep and being depressing." They really should have done better at the telling it no thing. Then this would have saved them both a lot of feelings. Or like...saved SecUnit from having to humor him and try to make him feel better.
All the same, he just squeezes his knee against his chest with one arm and forces the insistence that SecUnit doesn't have to be nice about it down. "Pratt told me I should...like...do daily affirmations or something. Only it just...feels like lying to myself."
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There's a reason. Actually, there's a few reasons. Maybe more than a few reasons.
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It doesn't like touching. It hates being touched. But for a moment, it can tolerate being the person doing the touching. Just for a moment, here. Especially in a position where they can't look at it while it does so.
"Everything I just said. About people assuming you're worthy of respect, about being treated like an equal, about how much it hurts. I know that's what it feels like, because that's what I've been living, too." Its voice is a low, dull murmur, a rumble for Klaus's ears alone.
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It's the words that make him feel sad. It's been feeling the same? "Oh." That makes not reaching up even more difficult. "I didn't know that's..." He frowns. "Because of back home, right? And people like...treating you different because of...you know the whole AI thing?" There's another knee-jerk reaction to insist that SecUnit is so much better by default, but that's stupid. "Guess we missed the self-confidence day at school, huh?"
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It finally lets go, pulls back.
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You know, like most of the humans on the ship.
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