Everyday's great at your Junes
Crew Deck Storage Room
Amos pulls out what looks like a dark grey engineer's jumpsuit with a number of pockets. Shrugging, he decides it'll work and tucks it under his arm before continuing to search. He does pause for a moment however when Russell speaks up. "Oh. Well, sure. What is it?"
Hallway
"...I see. I wonder if you could teach me that trick. It sounds fascinating." he answers with a smile. At Mirielle's suggestion, he nods. "He seems to enjoy the idea, so I support it as well. Not that I really have a say, anyway." he chuckles. He notes Kyerine holding the bear quite easily, but at this point has learned that his young friend seems to be full of surprises. "And yes, you're right. We can head on up there."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Fifth most hated man in America
-Kord's got some wicked skill for someone of her demeanor.-
THE FITNESSGRAM PACER TEST IS A MULTISTAGE AEROBIC CAPACITY TEST THAT PROGRESSIVELY GETS MORE DIFFICULT AS IT CONTINUES
The Troperia
Crew Deck Storage Room
With his intently serious look he takes a second before speaking again. "...am I just some nuisance or annoyance?" He asks with a slightly bitter tone.Hallway
Kyerine laughs a little. "I can try. It is pretty tiring though." He responds before adjusting how he is sitting on Tor's shoulders and pointing a finger forward, quickly changing demeanour back excitable and childlike. "Lets go then!"edited 26th Jul '16 7:12:44 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Everyday's great at your Junes
Crew Deck Storage Room
Amos takes pause at that, putting his searching on hold as he looks over to Russell. "What? Why in the world would you think something like that...?" he asks, turning to look over at him. "Of course you aren't..."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Storage Room:
Torvahk paused for a moment, unsure of what to do or say until finally settling on, [["I have a feeling that you are going to be much more useful than you give yourself credit for. I figure that If I am going to be on this ship for a while, it would only make sense for me to learn the most common language spoken on here, and I figure who better to teach me than someone who somehow already knows my language, probably using a more advanced version of the technologies my Neural Scanning/ Translation Application does? If you do not mind of course."]]
edited 26th Jul '16 7:27:22 PM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
The Troperia
Crew Deck Storage Room
Russell trying as closely as he can to stare at Amos with his grey clouded eyes, his fist with the bloody tissue clenched. "...that was no accident before was it?" he asks accusatory.Cargobay
Michael blushes a little bit hearing the compliment, rubbing the back of his neck nervously but he nods quickly. ["It would be my pleasure to help teach you. Language is important, it is what connects us after all."] He responds affirmatively.edited 26th Jul '16 7:46:03 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Alexander - Commerce 34B
"That's... wow." Izzie says in response to Ricardo's description of Maria. "Huh, I didn't think you'd have something like this on a research station." She comments on the multitude of shops, following him.
Bridge
Mitch plays his character pretty well, definitely looking like he has some experience.
Everyday's great at your Junes
Crew Deck Storage Room
"..." Amos takes a moment and sighs, shaking his head lightly as he sees Russell's expression. This is why he tried to insist an apology, but...and he wasn't going to be a hypocrite and continue to be untruthful. "...Not entirely, no. Peter got angry about what you were saying about relationships and he froze the floor. I tried to convince them both to not try and hide the cause, but they did, so...yeah." Amos answers with another sigh. "Sorry..."
Roof of the Troperia
Rakiri chuckles slightly. "...By the way, nice bedhead."
"Hah. This is the result of 72 straight hours of work and only an hour of sleep. You should try it." Rorik answers back with a laugh of his own, still pointlessly trying to smooth out his hair.
"72 hours...? Geez...Are you alright?"
Rorik simply shrugs, pulling his legs up onto his bed and sitting cross-legged. "Eh, I'll live. Not like we really need sleep anyway, so. I do admit, it does help our minds function better, just like eating does. So, I enjoy getting a few winks when I can. What about you, though? You seem to be living as a Terran presently? How's that going?"
"Well...it feels pretty natural, honestly. Getting used to...body functions was the weirdest part, I guess. Sweat still kinda bites, though. Stings like a bitch. Though, it seems to be helping me build up a little tolerance anyways." Rakiri answers with a shrug. He watches as Rorik seems to stare at him for a while, and realizing it, he continues. "Er...something on me or...?"
Rorik answers with a smirk. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering if that body of yours is fully equipped. From what I can make out, I'd say yeah, which is surprising, knowing you."
At this, Rakiri blushes rather noticeably. "S-Shut up, damn it. So what if it is?" he mutters, causing Rorik to laugh out loud. Eventually, he can't help but laugh at himself. Good to know he certainly hasn't changed, at least.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The Troperia
Crew Deck Storage Room
"I'm not some stupid kid you know, there was no way someone just freezes the floor under someone by accident like that!" He sharply responds clearly very upset."Urg- it doesn't matter where I go. Everyone thinks they can just take advantage of me! Do what they want for some laugh, sick craving or whatever the hell the reason and then just lie to my face about it! I'm so tired of it!" Stomping his foot as he shouts out his very upset rant, his nose still bleeding. His anger also seemingly partly aimed at Amos but also clearly rooted a lot deeper and held back.
Sharply turning way dropping the tissue, stepping onto his board. "I'm tired of everyone!" He finishes his venting clearly about to run off in his repressed upset fit.
edited 26th Jul '16 8:23:45 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
edited 26th Jul '16 11:13:48 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Storage Room:
[["I guess you could say that. It'd be nice to not have to constantly wear this thing all the time to be barely understood."]] Torvahk replied, tapping on his helmet to indicate what he was referring to.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
correction...i'll come to this in the morning.,,
edited 26th Jul '16 10:15:07 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
please forgive my silliness
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
Shuttle
"Oh, ok, that sounds yummy."
"Àtro I’lon...I'm glad we didn't meet her..." Lex intones, making a deliberate motion diagonally across her chest, as she follows them.
Bridge
Troperia watches everyone's motions, their avatar smirking. When ready, they start extremespeed-ing around, spamming smashes, down arial attacks, charged aura spheres, and force palm pulses. Woo! Eat my RAM, meatbags! ...did I just say that out loud?Kitchen/Lounge
Chris nods and rubs Peter's shoulders, "I know, babe..and I'm sorry. -sigh- I love you. Let's go see what we can do to make things right between you guys, ok?"Hall
"...I'd like to learn as well, if I can...wonder if my hammer can manage something like that..." he says, while leading them to the bridge. "I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
[Crew's Quarters—Silas's Room]
"Let me Assess you," Bexahn said after a long silence.
Another long silence followed.
"No," Silas said.
"You know that an Assessment, regardless of the outcome, does not confer any obligation to be Conditioned."
"I don't care. I don't want anything to do with your organization."
"Silas," Bexahn said, more forcefully, "you just provoked an emotional reaction from me that completely contradicted my intentions. I walked into this room intending to have a conversation with you. To manipulate you, yes. I don't deny it. To convince you, through conversation, to tell me what I want to know. The fact that I have been thus far unsuccessful does not trouble me—I am used to obstacles, especially with people like you who know what a Prime is capable of. You are supposed to be difficult to read and manipulate. But no one should be able to do what you just did."
Silas stared at her. She could read his thoughts as if he'd spoken them: What she's saying is impossible. But is she telling the truth? Did she slap me as part of the greater manipulation? Is she lying when she says it was unintentional?
How could she convince him? How could she really, truly put him on a level playing field with her, so that he would stop fearing her?
Could she leverage the Caesura codes? He would know that she didn't fear death, wasn't above letting herself be killed if the payoff was worth it in the larger scheme of things. But if the perceived payoff was sufficiently small, perversely, maybe that would convince him that she was being truthful. Certainly he wouldn't expect a Prime to die just to shore up a minor bluff, so if she encouraged him to use the codes, maybe that would demonstrate that it wasn't a bluff.
But what was the angle? What was the shortest path to her goal?
"If you allow me to Assess you, and I find nothing relevant to your supposed... mystery," she said, "I will activate my own Caesura. No—you preset a recording of the codes to play if you choose not to deactivate it. If I find nothing, allow it to play. If you are harmed in any way, you won't be able to deactivate it."
"You could tell me whatever you want," Silas countered. "You could fabricate some story about how I'm secretly a cyborg with anti-Prime powers. I wouldn't know the difference."
Bexahn sighed. There it was again—frustration. Exasperation. These emotions should be virtually impossible for a Prime to actually feel.
Fine, she could hear herself saying, though she quashed the impulse immediately—she could no longer afford to say or do anything in Sy's presence without a conscious decision to do so, then I'll leave, and you can go on as you have been, indulging in whatever drug-addled fantasies you like. You'll probably destroy Godsgift because you simply can't trust that I haven't hidden some malicious influence in his mind. You'll probably kill yourself eventually, whether you do it deliberately or just spiral deeper into self-destructive habits. And I will move on as Primes always do, to a new mission.
She shuddered. That he could even bring such words to her mind was... inexplicable.
But she had another idea. As damaged as he was, as much as he hated Primes, he still...
"Then I have something else to offer you," she said. "If you let me Assess you, regardless of the outcome, I will find Andris. I will get ver to meet with you."
That got his attention. He looked nauseous again—but his eyes were fixed on her face as if she'd just told him the meaning of life.
"Y-you can't," he said. "Primes can't manipulate each other. You... you don't track each other, you don't know where ve is."
True, she was making a big promise. But it was doable. "You know that I can find ver, Silas. It might take me some time, but if I make it my mission, I will find ver. And I am certain that it will not take much convincing to get ver to find you."
His mind was chaos, she could see. Could he believe her? Could he trust her? Could she find—yes, of course she could find Andris, but could one Prime convince another to do something ve'd decided not to do?
And wasn't it worth it, for even the chance of seeing Andris again?
"I—I need to think," Silas said at last.
"I understand," Bexahn said, already rising. "I will occupy myself elsewhere. I assume the Troperia's shipboard AI will be able to contact me when you're ready to give me your answer."
"Yeah," he said. He hadn't moved, still staring at the back of Bexahn's chair. She crossed the room, opened the door.
"And, Silas," she said. "I'm sorry I struck you. It was a mistake. It will not happen again." With that, she left, quietly closing the door behind her.
Bexahn will make her way to an isolated part of the ship to meditate. Maybe somewhere with a view of the stars, like Samara likes to do.
edited 27th Jul '16 10:59:21 AM by SolipSchism
Kitchen/Lounge
"Alright... Love you too." Peter leans over to Chris and takes a moment to finish his food before he gets up with him, walking out of the room.
Everyday's great at your Junes
Crew Deck Storage Room
"...Russell!" Amos says, his body already in motion as he reaches out and grabs Russell's wrist, not hard, but enough to at least make him stop moving and listen. "No one is trying to do any of that. I did what I did to try and keep this exact scenario from playing out. I wasn't trying to hurt you, I was trying to avoid conflict...And I know you might not realize it, but did you think about how what you said could have possibly hurt him?" he continues. "He didn't do it to intentionally hurt you...just like you might have done to him. I wish they had just tried to explain that to you, but since they didn't, I'm going to try. You know how it is to be treated when you're different, after all...all of us do."
As he says that, he finally lets him go, placing his cybernetic hand on his hip and sighs. "Now...I understand if you're still angry, but can you at least try to think about what I just said...?"
Bridge
Greg seems pleased to have some competent competition. He keeps up the pressure as well, throwing in some Falcon Punches and Falcon Kicks when he can manage it.
Hallway
"I almost forgot you even had that thing. I don't recall you using it much. Much to the relief of my ears." Tor replies with a chuckle to Merrick, following after.
edited 27th Jul '16 1:14:06 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Trans Terminus Homo
Troperia, Bridge
Sha'Koro barely was able to not get hold out against the concentrated attacks from Aicha and the Troperia. "Heh, that is actually kind of... fun... I kinda feel like researching a new art-" Cue him being defeated via basic attack courtesy of Aicha "No talking, more playing~"
Troperia, Hallway
Mireille chuckled as she saw Kyerine get excited. In the end he still was a child... one with a sheer abonrmal treasure of knowledge in some aspects and truly fascinating powers... but still. She nodded "Okay"
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
The Troperia
Crew Deck Storage Room
As Amos grabs onto him Russells body most certainly stops, then tenses up quickly followed by the 10 year old trying to use his other hand to pry Amos and off his wrist with his, pretty meager strength. The look on his face and in his clouded eyes quickly shifting from anger to fear. Letting out piercing panicked scream. "LET GO, LET GO, LET GO OF ME!" In a complete moment of freak out... Then followed by a beep from his wrist.USER DISTRESS DETECTED - RELEASING PANIC SIGNAL The butler like voice echoes from the personal assistant. A mere moment later it releasing a loud, high pitched and piercing noise changing pitch like a siren. Russell's shout already likely easy for people nearby like say Peter and Chris to hear but even if distracted they would certainly hear this.
As he is released he stumbles back off his board to the wall just behind, his legs shaking, arm holding his wrist and body shivering a little. The siren noise going for a few seconds more before stopping. "I-I...." He mutters still in a bit of his freak out before having a quick facial twitch and learning forward a little, holding his chest.
"O-Okay... but the only thing I-I said is that kissing and s-stuff is disgusting... T-That w-wasn't mean t-to b-be mean." He stutteringly replies not looking at Amos, rather submissively not as defiantly or rebelliously as he is usually. "I-I... I just don't want p-people cheating and w-writing stuff o-on the ship or stuff s-so I can't s-see it..." He continues in reference to the Troperia's words back in the lounge of "Will you stop that?? I'm not a blackboard!".
Bridge
Still fumbling with the controls the girl controlled by the insectioid creature is essentially ping-ponged back and fourth by the the Troperia's aura spheres knocking it one way and the Captain's punches the other. It was rather comical actually yet the creature wasn't displaying any frustration... Or if it was nobody could tell.Hallway
Too far to make out what was going on elsewhere on the floor with Amos and Russell at this point, Kyerine just happily rides along with his chidlish smile. "Kyerine can try and teach everyone stuff like you teach me stuff!"Cargobay
Michael blinks and smiles a bit. ["I'm sure. I couldn't imagine wearing such all the time. Anyway we should proberbly head back upstairs then, I honestly should get some more training in for piloting this ship I still can't pull off any landings in the simulations."] He responds with a slight look of frustration but still a clear smile.edited 27th Jul '16 2:44:44 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Everyday's great at your Junes
Crew Deck Storage Room
Amos flinches and covers his ears, having been expecting Russell would have a less than positive reaction to him grabbing him, but the alarms were a surprise and caught him off guard. He could spy in the corner of his ocular HUD that it had done a good job of aggravating his own stress levels and some of his augments to overclock slightly.
Once they finally stop, he uncovers them, looking over at Russell on the floor. "Just because something wasn't meant to be, it doesn't mean it can't be...Good or neutral intents can often have negative results, even if unintentional..."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Storage Room -> Upstairs:
[["Alright, let me know when you have an opportunity, and perhaps I can begin trying to understand your language. I know this may take a while, I even expect it, but I feel it will be worthwhile in the end."]] Torvahk said as he headed upstairs. Unsure of what he'd be doing next, Torvahk decided to just wander about freely, and would eventually find himself wandering into the gaming session that was going on in the Bridge.
Living The Fever Dream
Fifth most hated man in America
-Kord is performing several combos, mostly involving the [NESS ANALOG]'s down throw and forward air, but she seems to be having trouble remembering to shield.-
The training regimen of a Magus is extremely strenuous, but it's not without rest. I played this game fairly often during free time.
edited 27th Jul '16 5:56:51 PM by MajorProblem
THE FITNESSGRAM PACER TEST IS A MULTISTAGE AEROBIC CAPACITY TEST THAT PROGRESSIVELY GETS MORE DIFFICULT AS IT CONTINUES
The Troperia
Crew Deck Storage Room
Russell lets out a weak nod to Amos, still very shaken up from his panic attack from being grabbed. Wrapping his arms around his legs as he sits down in a little bit of a upright ball. Deeply breathing trying to calm himself.Muttering out a somewhat fearful and confused statement to Amos. "...ss-orry. I-I don't understand how I upset anyo-one... I-I..." He trails off just resting his head against his knees.
Cargobay —> Elsewhere
Michael sets off to continue with his business elsewhere on the ship. Intending to get some training done after he has a quick check around. "After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Flamebringer
Huh... could have sworn I posted this yesterday. Guess not.
Troperia, Bridge
Sha'Koro also tried some attack... managing some basics but not a single combo... Aicha all the while had a great time kicking Sha'Koro's character around
Troperia, Hallway
Mireille couldn't help but listen fascinated by Kyerine... she certainly wasn't surprised by it anymore... but not even a bit less fascinated "*Giggle* Don't worry I don't mind."
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"