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thisavrou_log2016-08-24 07:55 pm
hohnkai) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-24 07:55 pm
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august overflow log
This is an overflow for the first August event log.
This is an overflow for the first August event log.
[His eyes may be nice, but the shades stay out regardless. If Adam takes the compliment to heart, he certainly doesn't show it. Or sound it, if his low, unchanged rasp is any indication. Inscrutable as usual.]
Had a lot on my mind, I guess.
[Leading off with "I should be dead" was a pretty good clue, yeah. Still, it's gonna take a lot more to coax that sort of talk out of Mr. Emotional over here– and he's going to do his best to resist the coaxing he's almost certain is coming.
It's right around then that he really gets a good look at what Dorian's wearing, and he can't help but lift both eyebrows, trying to take in each individual item of clothing. Kind of like a toddler whose overprotective mom's dressed him up to go out in the snow for the first time ever.]
You look like you're coping.
Had a lot on my mind, I guess.
[Leading off with "I should be dead" was a pretty good clue, yeah. Still, it's gonna take a lot more to coax that sort of talk out of Mr. Emotional over here– and he's going to do his best to resist the coaxing he's almost certain is coming.
It's right around then that he really gets a good look at what Dorian's wearing, and he can't help but lift both eyebrows, trying to take in each individual item of clothing. Kind of like a toddler whose overprotective mom's dressed him up to go out in the snow for the first time ever.]
You look like you're coping.
This place tends to do that to a person.
[Dorian is actually quite good at not probing at subjects that are...sensitive, and talking about why one should be dead qualified as sensitive. It wasn't that he didn't care, in fact it only made him curious and perhaps intent on keeping an eye on Adam. He wouldn't poke the man, however, intuition said that was a thread he shouldn't tug too hard on unless invited. Perhaps Adam would invite him or perhaps not.
Regardless he allowed the subject to be turned on to what he was cocooned in, Dorian was his favorite subject after all. Yes he was swaddled head to foot and it still wasn't enough. Not entirely. His feet were still ice cubes, but here he was.]
I suppose coping would be the word, I'll survive, but my feet will never be warm again.
[Dorian is actually quite good at not probing at subjects that are...sensitive, and talking about why one should be dead qualified as sensitive. It wasn't that he didn't care, in fact it only made him curious and perhaps intent on keeping an eye on Adam. He wouldn't poke the man, however, intuition said that was a thread he shouldn't tug too hard on unless invited. Perhaps Adam would invite him or perhaps not.
Regardless he allowed the subject to be turned on to what he was cocooned in, Dorian was his favorite subject after all. Yes he was swaddled head to foot and it still wasn't enough. Not entirely. His feet were still ice cubes, but here he was.]
I suppose coping would be the word, I'll survive, but my feet will never be warm again.
[ It's not sitting very well with her that she's wound up in a situation with existing tensions. She's almost resentful, the sentiment rising from her gut to her chest like a meal gone bad. ]
Then everyone got together for beers and the whole thing blew over. [ Hah. They should be so lucky. ]
Then everyone got together for beers and the whole thing blew over. [ Hah. They should be so lucky. ]
[The time may come, one day, when he learns to let go a little. Today's just not that day.
Adam shakes his head, trying to look like he's taking this concern really seriously – which isn't too difficult a feat for his face, to be fair. It's with almost ridiculous solemnity that he nods in reply.]
Can't exactly call these new captains negligent. Too hands-on, maybe?
[Not like what Dorian'd had to say about the old captains on their first meeting. "Incompetent at best, negligent at worse." Seems to have been the common opinion, but now... Adam wouldn't be surprised if more people were feeling a little wistful for the old regime. Never know what you have until it's gone, and all that.]
Adam shakes his head, trying to look like he's taking this concern really seriously – which isn't too difficult a feat for his face, to be fair. It's with almost ridiculous solemnity that he nods in reply.]
Can't exactly call these new captains negligent. Too hands-on, maybe?
[Not like what Dorian'd had to say about the old captains on their first meeting. "Incompetent at best, negligent at worse." Seems to have been the common opinion, but now... Adam wouldn't be surprised if more people were feeling a little wistful for the old regime. Never know what you have until it's gone, and all that.]
Edited (double negative....) 2016-09-09 01:25 (UTC)
[ He's either still blushing or a little feverish. He offers up a self-conscious shrug, rubbing at his shoulder and wincing when he hits bite marks. ]
They don't make shots for every disease.
[ But he's supposed to be getting better. He was getting better, and he isn't going to be any good to anyone else if he's looking bad enough now to inspire concern. He reaches into the bag at his side and careful unwraps the neatly packed food, setting it on the floor in between them. He pokes at it a little dubiously, trying not to make a face. ]
Shall we play a round of shrimp or... [ He squinting ] fried artichoke?
[ Seriously what the hell is that. ]
They don't make shots for every disease.
[ But he's supposed to be getting better. He was getting better, and he isn't going to be any good to anyone else if he's looking bad enough now to inspire concern. He reaches into the bag at his side and careful unwraps the neatly packed food, setting it on the floor in between them. He pokes at it a little dubiously, trying not to make a face. ]
Shall we play a round of shrimp or... [ He squinting ] fried artichoke?
[ Seriously what the hell is that. ]
[His sidelong glance is not reproachful.]
No, I'm afraid not. Apparently, the survivors from a sister planet tracked the Moira for a long time. Their behavior was strange: they gave us several weeks' warning and offered a chance to negotiate, but it seemed that they were set on attacking from the beginning.
So they did and they lost. It was extremely unpleasant... the ships merged. Glass everywhere. My eye, my arm, and part of my face were all glass for a while.
No, I'm afraid not. Apparently, the survivors from a sister planet tracked the Moira for a long time. Their behavior was strange: they gave us several weeks' warning and offered a chance to negotiate, but it seemed that they were set on attacking from the beginning.
So they did and they lost. It was extremely unpleasant... the ships merged. Glass everywhere. My eye, my arm, and part of my face were all glass for a while.
Sentinels, yes, among others. It is not just robots.
[ But truly that's a conversation for another time. They don't need Medusa to sit there and list all the ways in which humanity has built things that made trouble for the Others among them.
But he should have more faith in Medusa. There's been no direct strike against her or against Inhumanity, so there's no cause for her to lose her temper and act rashly. Especially not here, with no support from her family or her kingdom. She can't afford to overplay her hand here. ]
"We" being— you and he? In an attempt against this Rinzler?
[ But truly that's a conversation for another time. They don't need Medusa to sit there and list all the ways in which humanity has built things that made trouble for the Others among them.
But he should have more faith in Medusa. There's been no direct strike against her or against Inhumanity, so there's no cause for her to lose her temper and act rashly. Especially not here, with no support from her family or her kingdom. She can't afford to overplay her hand here. ]
"We" being— you and he? In an attempt against this Rinzler?
"She got skills like yours? You'd be a hot commodity." A lot of them can figure things out, but really knowing how to fix a car is something else entirely. It can mean the difference between guesswork and stretching parts that are already almost impossible to replace.
"Huh." He tries to picture Party when they were younger and he has to admit, he'd probably still follow his brother's lead, technically younger or not.
"Seems like that could really fuck some people up, though."
"Seems like that could really fuck some people up, though."
Kobra can't help his little smirk. "Our daughter's here with me, but she's used to having more dads than this."
And really, Kobra's not used to being the only parent by a long shot. It's been a lot of stress that he hadn't felt when all of them had been together. "Thinkin' I could really use the help, you know? She deserves more 'n I can really give."
That feeling of inadequacy has been fueling a lot for him. How can he give her everything she needs when he doesn't know how? Half the time he feels more like another kid than a real parent to her.
And really, Kobra's not used to being the only parent by a long shot. It's been a lot of stress that he hadn't felt when all of them had been together. "Thinkin' I could really use the help, you know? She deserves more 'n I can really give."
That feeling of inadequacy has been fueling a lot for him. How can he give her everything she needs when he doesn't know how? Half the time he feels more like another kid than a real parent to her.
"Yeah. Learning things about your future can probably be pretty... strange, to say the least." Especially with his friend, who's psychic and can't exactly turn that off.
"But I suppose if that's going to go about fucking you up, so will magically appearing on a spaceship, hm?"
"But I suppose if that's going to go about fucking you up, so will magically appearing on a spaceship, hm?"
[A tinier Asriel is comfortably seated in Mettaton's lap, ready to ask him what he means by being a star. The all too familiar voice immediately grabs the boss monster's attention, and his eyes widen with both relief and delight.]
Mommy!
[He's gonna try climbing out of Mettaton's lap to go see his mother.]
Mommy!
[He's gonna try climbing out of Mettaton's lap to go see his mother.]
[Of course that's what he is.
Adam is, as ever, the very picture of solemnity– but that hint of irony's all the stronger when he replies:]
Someone's gotta do it.
[He's got a lot of appreciation for those guys, given how much time he seems to spend in vents. Never come across anything nasty in one yet. Now he knows who he can silently thank for that!]
Well, twelve years' experience as a cop has sure prepared me for a job in the cargo bay. [It really hasn't. Adam shakes his head.] Sounds like we both lucked out.
Adam is, as ever, the very picture of solemnity– but that hint of irony's all the stronger when he replies:]
Someone's gotta do it.
[He's got a lot of appreciation for those guys, given how much time he seems to spend in vents. Never come across anything nasty in one yet. Now he knows who he can silently thank for that!]
Well, twelve years' experience as a cop has sure prepared me for a job in the cargo bay. [It really hasn't. Adam shakes his head.] Sounds like we both lucked out.
[Mettaton's happy to let Asriel up, and glances up at Toriel with a smile on his...shockingly symmetrical face. How about those two eyes, right?]
Greetings, darling! That was quick!!
[Surprise, you now have a cute fluffy baby again! And a weird, semi-excitable robot who looks at home on the floor.]
Greetings, darling! That was quick!!
[Surprise, you now have a cute fluffy baby again! And a weird, semi-excitable robot who looks at home on the floor.]
[His interest is peaked. But he files it away for later -and he will find time to ask later- because there's a bigger explanation to get to.
Peter looks a little ashamed. The great thing about the constant arrival of new people is that it meant there were so many who didn't know about some of the stupider things he's done since he was brought her. He doesn't want to taint anyone's good impression of him with what he's done.
But he won't lie about this.]
Yes. Me, Alan and someone who's not here anymore. It was more than one attempt, actually. [He hesitates and then barrels forward, looking anywhere but at her.] I tried to kill him. And then all of us, we tried to reprogram him.
Peter looks a little ashamed. The great thing about the constant arrival of new people is that it meant there were so many who didn't know about some of the stupider things he's done since he was brought her. He doesn't want to taint anyone's good impression of him with what he's done.
But he won't lie about this.]
Yes. Me, Alan and someone who's not here anymore. It was more than one attempt, actually. [He hesitates and then barrels forward, looking anywhere but at her.] I tried to kill him. And then all of us, we tried to reprogram him.
( from here )
Electromagnetic repulsor generator.
[ Valarie repeats the terminology with care, giving a slow nod for a moment, though his eyes are transfixed on the light again, eyes squinting, though they've adjusted just a bit more now despite the contrast of the light against the dark. He tilts his head just a little bit. Like a second heart? ]
I take it your first one doesn't work so well on its own then...
[ His lips twist a little bit. ]
For the most part, vision's a little spotty, but I could have come out of it worse, I think.
Electromagnetic repulsor generator.
[ Valarie repeats the terminology with care, giving a slow nod for a moment, though his eyes are transfixed on the light again, eyes squinting, though they've adjusted just a bit more now despite the contrast of the light against the dark. He tilts his head just a little bit. Like a second heart? ]
I take it your first one doesn't work so well on its own then...
[ His lips twist a little bit. ]
For the most part, vision's a little spotty, but I could have come out of it worse, I think.
( from here )
[ Valarie recognizes the man from the hive very well and instantly his eyes hone in on the wound on his arm. For the moment, he's caught up in watching the man rattle around a bit, snatching a package of sutures. It's the jarring order to pick up the first aid kit that gets him up and about, back straight as he scrambles to pick up the small kit and about faces, his eyes narrowing. ]
That's enormous, [ he murmurs, resolved to help in any way he can as he kicks a small rolling stool forward to sit beside him, still clutching the box with the antiseptic and gauze in it with a firm grip. ] You'll let me help if you want it.
[ His eyes are fixed sternly on him now. ] What happened to your arm?
[ Valarie recognizes the man from the hive very well and instantly his eyes hone in on the wound on his arm. For the moment, he's caught up in watching the man rattle around a bit, snatching a package of sutures. It's the jarring order to pick up the first aid kit that gets him up and about, back straight as he scrambles to pick up the small kit and about faces, his eyes narrowing. ]
That's enormous, [ he murmurs, resolved to help in any way he can as he kicks a small rolling stool forward to sit beside him, still clutching the box with the antiseptic and gauze in it with a firm grip. ] You'll let me help if you want it.
[ His eyes are fixed sternly on him now. ] What happened to your arm?
( from here )
[ Alien... dog...
Whatever! it sounds cool and that's definitely what matters. ]
Yes!
[ The answer comes out like a gunshot, too quickly, and Val is eager. The cold is something distant now, in the back of his mind as he doesn't hesitate to take a couple of steps closer now. He's tired of caution. He clears his throat a bit, trying to temper the rising excitement threatening to pitch him forward. ]
Please. I'd like that. If you have the time, I don't want to disturb you from your work if you have things to do.
[ Alien... dog...
Whatever! it sounds cool and that's definitely what matters. ]
Yes!
[ The answer comes out like a gunshot, too quickly, and Val is eager. The cold is something distant now, in the back of his mind as he doesn't hesitate to take a couple of steps closer now. He's tired of caution. He clears his throat a bit, trying to temper the rising excitement threatening to pitch him forward. ]
Please. I'd like that. If you have the time, I don't want to disturb you from your work if you have things to do.
( from here )
[ You took care of it in the rudest way possible and you know it. He's going to beat you up one day. With his tiny fists. ]
I'm not sickly. And I'm not a duckling.
[ Val sweeps by him now to a small tray of individually packaged suture kits, sifting through them one by one slowly. There's a sigh that follows. ]
I just want to be good at something.
[ You took care of it in the rudest way possible and you know it. He's going to beat you up one day. With his tiny fists. ]
I'm not sickly. And I'm not a duckling.
[ Val sweeps by him now to a small tray of individually packaged suture kits, sifting through them one by one slowly. There's a sigh that follows. ]
I just want to be good at something.
Edited 2016-09-11 07:11 (UTC)
[She manages to push past her confusion to crouch down and open her arms for Asriel when he frees himself from Mettaton's grasp.
Today is proving to be... an odd sort of day.] You did message me, dear. I was already nearby thankfully.
[She really wants to ask 'what is going on' but there is a big chance of upsetting Asriel with that question now.]
Today is proving to be... an odd sort of day.] You did message me, dear. I was already nearby thankfully.
[She really wants to ask 'what is going on' but there is a big chance of upsetting Asriel with that question now.]
( from here )
[ It takes Valarie a moment before he gets the picture here.
Though really, those diagrams aren't very funny? He'll never quite understand, but his smile breaks fully now, particularly after her laughter, loud as it is. He closes the book rather swiftly, setting it in his lap and leaning his arms on it just a bit. ]
Sort of? I'm going to be assisting in the med bay. I'd like to be prepared.
[ It takes Valarie a moment before he gets the picture here.
Though really, those diagrams aren't very funny? He'll never quite understand, but his smile breaks fully now, particularly after her laughter, loud as it is. He closes the book rather swiftly, setting it in his lap and leaning his arms on it just a bit. ]
Sort of? I'm going to be assisting in the med bay. I'd like to be prepared.
[ Bucky pauses at that assertion, contemplating just taking it from him and doing it himself, but deciding otherwise. He recognises the young man who'd mistaken him for Andyr, and after a moment simply takes a seat on the edge of the examination bed. Interesting, so he's picked up a job here.
He's looking over the wound himself, assessing the damage; Val is right, it's a deep one, and he feels a surge of irritation at himself for being this careless. ]
All right. [ Val looks like he knows what he's doing, and Bucky isn't too keen on wrecking that. He shrugs after a moment. ] I got careless. Someone got a hit in that they shouldn't have. [ Which is about the whole gist of it. Then, in case he plans to turn it into a lecture: ] It's fine, I've had worse.
He's looking over the wound himself, assessing the damage; Val is right, it's a deep one, and he feels a surge of irritation at himself for being this careless. ]
All right. [ Val looks like he knows what he's doing, and Bucky isn't too keen on wrecking that. He shrugs after a moment. ] I got careless. Someone got a hit in that they shouldn't have. [ Which is about the whole gist of it. Then, in case he plans to turn it into a lecture: ] It's fine, I've had worse.
[Asriel practically leaps into her arms, all to happy to cling to his mother.]
Mommy, mommy! I looked for you and daddy! But I got stuck, and then Mettaton helped me [He probably fumbled over your name a little, sorry Mettaton] an' he sat with me!
I still couldn't find daddy though, or my toys, or... our house.
Mommy, mommy! I looked for you and daddy! But I got stuck, and then Mettaton helped me [He probably fumbled over your name a little, sorry Mettaton] an' he sat with me!
I still couldn't find daddy though, or my toys, or... our house.
Then I'm glad it isn't worse... it looks terrible enough...
[ Really awful, though, and Valarie presses his lips together as he allows Bucky to keep pressing down on the wound for a few more moments to staunch the bleeding itself. He's seen Alva at work with small wounds, large wounds, handling them delicately and he treats this the same, pulling a pair of gloves out of a package and diligently examining the entry of the wound before disinfecting and cleaning the rest of the area with his brows drawn in concentration. ]
Who got a hit in? Someone on this ship?
[ He looks up, a bit concerned now. as he reaches for the suture kit and pulls it open carefully. ]
Why would they hurt you?
[ Really awful, though, and Valarie presses his lips together as he allows Bucky to keep pressing down on the wound for a few more moments to staunch the bleeding itself. He's seen Alva at work with small wounds, large wounds, handling them delicately and he treats this the same, pulling a pair of gloves out of a package and diligently examining the entry of the wound before disinfecting and cleaning the rest of the area with his brows drawn in concentration. ]
Who got a hit in? Someone on this ship?
[ He looks up, a bit concerned now. as he reaches for the suture kit and pulls it open carefully. ]
Why would they hurt you?
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