Time to Invade some Space (Open)

[webstilettos]

Who: Blackarachnia and you!
When: Once a week, throughout this month.
Where: Anywhere!
What: Time to people watch! BA wants to get closer to humans, so why not spy in her large spider form~?
Warnings: Spiderrrs

’Ugh, this is so ridiculous.’

No doubt. This organic watching, Or people watching, (she couldn’t care less what term they used) all seemed to act the same. All that mattered was that she’d learn how they act, so she can act normally like them.

Because she doesn’t want to stand out anymore than she does now.

It was becoming increasingly aware for her that her kind wasn’t as equally populated on this ship compared to the other races. And it shouldn’t be getting to her, but it does. If she was an organic, she should also be getting along with this side of the ship, but she’s not and is finding it pretty difficult. So instead of feeling sorry for herself, Blackarachnia’s going to do herself a favor and learn from this special population. It will be useful, it will be smart, and…well not being lonely was a plus.

So why not?

She doesn’t want to stand out too much, so BA will be climbing walls or hanging out in webs in her spider form. As long as she can look at strangers and how they act, enough for her to mimic, any spot is nice.

Notes: Anybody can jump in, not just humans. Feel free to interrupt or bug her special mission. :D

Comments

[inconsequence]

Chara's status as a "human" is debatable at best, really. They are more fond of moniker of "demon," and have done excellently thus far convincing most people of this face. Regardless, they would not be advisable for any creature to observe should it come to model behavior. Unless, of course, one considers the casual destruction and defacement of disused papers and technology to be model behavior.

Their movements are efficient and orderly as they sweep through each room in the complex. A quick assessment of the surroundings and, should there be evidence of something salvageable among the wreckage, a ruthless pillaging of any supplies they can carry - blankets, fragments of an old technology that appear to be mostly whole, documents with transcripts that appear to be halfway legible. Those are appropriated and secreted somewhere upon their person.

Otherwise?

* Nothing useful.

The feeling of being watched benefits no one, much less a child with a proclivity for violence. Something eight-legged catches their eye, inevitably, and for a moment they think - inanely - that perhaps Muffet was unlucky enough to be pulled through the Ingress.

Of course not. But like so many other monsters, she fell easily enough, and so will this one, should it prove to be a problem.

Chara lifts their scarlet gaze to stare at the offending creature suspended in its web, their tone dulled with a cold, casual judgment.

"Have you something to say to me, I suggest you say it and move on," they inform her icily. "Silent observation benefits no one."

A hypocritical statement, particularly coming from them. It matters very little, however, considering that they do not care.

[webstilettos]

This organic was boring to watch. Basic walking, basic instincts, nothing out of the ordinary. Those eyes did stand out to her and she continued to look on.

And then it talked and she was slightly surprised...but annoyed though. "But you're wrong, small one, for it's been benefiting me allll day."

[inconsequence]

Had they known you were interested in dinner and a show, miss, they would have made more of an effort. Rather, they would have said as much and then done nothing of the sort, before effort does not become them.

"I beg to differ." A quirk of an eyebrow, lifted in wry skepticism. "Whatever you believe you stand to gain from it, I suggest you re-evaluate posthaste."

[webstilettos]

She leaned further into her web and looked onto them.

"And why is that?"

[inconsequence]

"Some may take your speculation as a threat."

That is when they smile, a thin curving of their lips, straining the edges of what one might think would be naturally sitting upon an otherwise quite human face's features. Consider Chara feeling - threatened.

[webstilettos]

...Creepy. She leans back into her web and waves a leg nonchalantly.

"They need to get over themselves then. They aren't THAT important.

Also you must have robot eyes. You don't have to brag about that to me. I used to have them too." And she would poke hers, but since she's techno-organic, it would only squish and hurt her.

[inconsequence]

"Oh, no. I assure you, they are quite natural."

Creepy, are they not? People do not seem to appreciate Chara's eyes, or their smile - or anything about them, really! They just happen to be fundamentally unlikeable on every level! Fancy that!

[webstilettos]

Fancy that!

"Really? So are mine. And I struck gold by having several more~."

And she gives off two playful winks. "I just stated robot because I rarely, if ever, see this glamorous color of ours."

[inconsequence]

So. She would presume to be some sort of inorganic robot creature. How utterly fascinating. Really, they are so terribly and completely and utterly impressed.

"I suppose being a demon has its perks." Such as a creepy and wholly unnaturally eye color that will surely earn them all manner of odd looks in the future. They can see it happening now.

[webstilettos]

"A demon?" And that gets her completely off her web. She walks around this special specimen and looks on curiously.

"Myyyyy, you seem to be my very first demon. I never encountered one before! In fact, I thought your kind was just a legend among weak idiots."

[inconsequence]

"Quite real, thank you." Though something of that appears to be rather amusing. Their grin widens with a flash of teeth, and the words lapse into a stutter of laughter, perhaps bordering on the unhinged.

"Though I suppose even that is up in the air!"

[yorisearching]

In unfamiliar territory like this, Yori for one watches the ceiling and walls with a wary precision. So when she spots an enormous many-legged creature on the wall opposite, she reaches for her communicator and backs a wary step away.

Yori's only ever had bad experiences with gridbugs in her home system, and while the kinds of bug in the User worlds were different they weren't exactly friendly. She isn't sure whether to say something or just retreat as fast as possible.

On the other hand...is that a crewmember's TAB on the armor?

It wouldn't be the strangest crewmember she's seen, either. "Hello?" she says first, as politely as she can manage.

[webstilettos]

Aw crap, she got spotted. But it's not like she's not going to turn down a polite greeting. Blackarachnia slightly waves back, and hangs around.

"Are you lost? You seem lost." As if helping and locating stuff is her job, but watching a lost organic is not going to help improve her social skills. So why not?

[yorisearching]

Definitely a fellow traveler, from the fact that they can talk. Yori tries to relax. Not that she's necessarily safe from attack, but expecting it might be taken as rude.

If she claims to be lost, would it help? Yori can't quite manage to let that assumption of her competence go. "Exploring," she corrects, with a mild sense of shame. It's true she shouldn't be so far from the crew, but the crew as a whole makes so much noise. This area had been marked safe. If any area in a foreign system can be called safe. "I could get back. Perhaps not the most direct route."

Her stored maps are less than adequate. Hence the decision to explore.

"It just gets so crowded in camp. So many people."

Almost all of them Users, she doesn't say, and therefore technically the kind of people who'd created Yori. She never quite gets accustomed to that.

Is a giant gridbug-like creature a User? Probably.

"My name is Yori," she tries for courtesy, offering a smile.

[webstilettos]

"Ugh, I know what you mean." She needs some breathing room. Sure, she can examine the camps to help her out, but it's sooo much. Just one organic can fulfill what she needs. Plus she doesn't thrive on interaction. She can survive for days being alone. She was fine.

"Everything seems like a mess, but that's my life everyday on here. Glad to know we share one mindset."

She doesn't smile, but she does nod. "Nice to meet you. The name's Blackarachnia. It seems you don't scare easily. I like that."

[yorisearching]

Yori feels terrified quite often; letting potential enemies see it only helps on rare occasions. She accepts the compliment with a lopsided shrug. "Thank you. Are you eager to get back home then, if we ever find a way?"

Their crashed survivor trek is very much a mess, but Yori's found reasons to stay if it's possible.

[dancingblade]

"Unknown entity spotted," comes a heavily modulated voice from nearly underneath Blackarachnia. "Entity bears a 62% resemblance to the monsters known as 'Gohma'. However, there is currently no indication of aggression."

It sounds robotic and shares the metallic sheen that is indicative of metal. But it's form and movements are too organic to be purely mechanical like it's speech would indicate. Regardless, she does not necessarily fit the criteria that Blackarachnia is looking for. The spirit stares at the massive spider anyway, unflinching.

"... TAB located. Status as crewmember confirmed," Fi stares at the spider on the wall for a moment before speaking up again. "What do you seek?"

[webstilettos]

Well this was a happy surprise, if not confusing. Blackarachnia would automatically assume she was the same organic as those humans. It wouldn't matter to her, they all seemed the same if they were able to talk. But instead, her voice sounded way different, and she seemed definitely sure of herself than a normal stupid human would be.

Interesting.

"I'm a techno-organic seeking how other organics usually behave." Pause "Are you a sentient-being based on technology?"

[dancingblade]

Fi floats a couple of inches off the ground; easily missed when she stands stationary but a little more noticeable when she moves. Such as when she drifts back a 'step' once Blackarachnia starts talking. The girl(?) tilts her head curiously at the question before responding after she is asked.

"I am a spirit created by Her Grace to aid her Chosen Hero," seems simple enough.

"In my time aboard the Moira, I have heard myself being compared with entities called 'Artificial Intelligences', though I do not believe that to be an accurate description."

Close inspection will reveal that, though she mimics movements that appear natural she is simply going through the motions. Fi does not breath and her posture is stiff as posed there.