Trans Terminus Homo
Troperia, Biolab
Mireille shook her head with a smile and pat Nebris "Its alright, its not a question about what helps more, don't feel forced to do it Nebris. Also a hair is fully fine." She then turned to Kyerine "and this is important to remember, never let your curiosity compel you to do something bad to someone, okay? If Nebris doesn't want to its alright." She was still smiling warmly, and her tone made clear that this was not meant as some kind of scolding but rather a normal lesson.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
[Troperia Briefing Room]
Andris remained silent, having taken a seat near the back to stay out of the way. Vis eyes were unfocused and ve appeared to be staring off into space as ve sank into the Probability Trance, absorbing this new information and correlating it with what ve already knew and had inferred. An observer might conclude that ve wasn't paying attention, but anyone who knew what Primes were capable of would know better.
Tor's Room
"Ah...yes... I certainly can't fly very well... Probably best that we were teleported aboard." He says, rubbing the back of his neck then getting up and heads over to his husband, massaging his back, "What are those, babe?"Lounge
Merrick smiles over to the fluttering origami bird, then hands Christopher a pair of gloves, "Heh. Here ya go, lil' buddy."Biolab
Nebris smiles over to Kyerine, seemingly bolstered by his confidence, "Thanks, Kyerie. Can you hold my hand?"Then, to Mireille, she nods, smiling, ”Ok, thank you Dr. Mirell. I’ll be ok with either way.”
VR Room
Lex rests her hand on Val's shoulder at the nostalgia wave, while the elder approaches, staring up at his face, "Your kind is fading fast, there is nothing I could teach you to change that fact. Don’t waste your time and mine trying to change the past."Briefing Room
Chris arches an eyebrow and holds Peter’s hand, ”That’s one hell of a coincidence. Wonder if you’re related to Merrick too.” he teases. ”And, yeah, like Greg says, we’ve been family for years now, this just solidifies things a bit. It’s cool, though. And explains a lot.” "I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
Troperia
VR Room
Val's brow and fingers twitch for a moment as the elder provokes him, but he quickly swallows his anger. "The only thing I can do is to look to the future. I became a doctor to that end, so I can help rebuild and not just destroy." He says, firmly but calmly.
Briefing Room
Peter considers Chris' idea for a moment. "Probably not. I mean, I guess we can ask Cristina at some point." Hearing his boyfriends tell Dom how they feel about him, he adds to it. "Yeah, you're pretty much putting me through college, and that's just scratching the surface."
Dominic makes a small smile from all that. "Thank you." He replies simply.
"And I'll be the 'cool uncle'." Mitch chimes in with a grin. He notices Rakiri is mostly paying attention to his communicator, though he doesn't say anything. He does, however, shape a small section of the table where Rakiri is into a hand, holding him gently.
"More like the perverted uncle." Peter replies with a smirk, to which Mitch just brushes off with a chuckle.
"To answer your questions." Dominic says to Torvahk and Greg. "By itself? Not much at this point - it's almost trivial. But we're far more concerned with how and why he's changed so drastically. And unfortunately, that's one of the questions that I have no answer to at this point. It means, something -or someone- tampered with Peter at a very young age. Possibly even before birth."
"But how'd I end up on Knossos in the first place, then? Aren't Prometheans all born in Hestia?"
"Almost all. Dominic corrects Peter. "A small fraction of the last couple generations were delivered to term by surrogate mothers - at least some of them were due to being part of additional experimental projects. Some of them are quite secretive, so I wouldn't blame you if you've never heard of them."
He highlights the line of text stating Peter as a host of Savato. "From what I know, Savato -meaning Saturday in Terran Greek- is the last major oncosymbiote strain in development. If we presume that Peter was part of that project, that explains why you were sent off-world as well as how you manifested psionics without nanites. Well, more accurately, I should say that you received nanites as part of the package."
Val notices Andris staring into blank space, and takes a quick overview of his mental state. While he didn't have an in-depth understanding of how a Prime's mind worked, he was able to recognize his brain activity as being reminiscent to someone in deep thought - particularly Izzie, whose neuroplasticity and cybernetics allow for a similar analytical ability.
"Hey. You alright there?" He asks telepathically.
edited 23rd Feb '17 4:46:51 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Briefing Room:
This time Torvahk managed to stay more alert, taking note of what was being said as best he could. He definitely took note at Peter jovially referring to Mitch as a pervert, which would probably explain his earlier behavior that Torvahk suspected might have been flirting, and he also wondered why anyone would tamper with someone's development, especially at a young age. To him it sounded eerily similar to some of the Kahmantrezk or "Warrior Perfect" technologies used by his disgraced ancestors, the Crimson Imperium, to strengthen their soldiers. Such technology was also frequently used for less ethical purposes in the pursuit to improve the Kahmandra species as a whole, and in hindsight it was entirely possible that no surviving Kahmandra were unmodified. He shuddered at this thought, the idea of genetics overshadowing his years of intense training and dedication to protecting his people.
"So. People other, modified many how?" Torvahk tried to ask, his syntax probably causing confusion as to what he meant to say considering it could be interpreted in more than one sense.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Briefing Room
"Uh...right!" Greg says and nodding as Dom talks, as if he understands everything thing says when he really hardly has a clue.
Rakiri glances up, watching the others and then back to his communicator. Once he feels the hands suddenly around him, he jumps in surprise, looking down at them in confusion before looking up and around, stopping at Mitch. ”...”
Amos's Room
”Oh, right. I did tell you to eat. But, cookies for breakfast?” Amos says, not in a chiding, but more humored way. ”Well, I guess it is around lunch time. My biometrics are saying its not a bad time for me to eat again either.” he continues as he gets up from the floor, lightly brushing off his clothing. ”I think I'll head to the lounge.”
Tor's Room
”Ah, this?” Tor glances over his shoulder for a moment, before returning to the task at hand. ”Well, it's about 90% responsible for my rather, ah...healthy transformation earlier.” he says, with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. ”To summarize it...it is a tonic I created with samples of my own Essence and blood which seems to promote the power of a beastkin's shifting ability, as well as augmenting their natural abilities. I'd propose it would have beneficial effects on non-beastkin individuals as well, but...that will have to come with further testing. For now, I am going to make it into medical tablets for later.”
Once he finishes stirring in the binding components, he takes it and pours it into the pill mold for them to later solidify. He goes over to the closet and grabs a new outfit. ”Now, let us go and make preparations.”
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
[Troperia—Briefing Room]
Andris's eyes returned to focus abruptly, and ve looked in Val's direction, giving a small smile and a tiny nod.
Yes, ve thought clearly—almost too clearly, vis capacity for focus causing ver to think it almost the way some people spoke too loudly and slowly to someone they weren't sure could understand them. Ve wasn't going to reply aloud, though, and disrupt the others. Ve had to assume that the psychic could sense the conscious thoughts. If not, well, the nod would get the message across clearly enough.
I'm still very unfamiliar with this ship and its inhabitants, so I'm compiling what I know and, as it were, indexing this new information for future reference. I find myself in a lull between missions, so—for lack of anything better to do while Silas recovers—I'm looking for problems that need solving.
edited 21st Jul '17 9:07:37 AM by SolipSchism
the Troperia
Lounge
Christopher takes the gloves which are more than definitely huge for him but still, using them so his hands didn't feel too cold, they allowed him to hold and ice figure. With a smile in return and a cheerful smile. "Thank you Mewwick."The origami bird seems to continue its fluttering around, flying somehow as it goes towards Merricks little animal friends and flies before them.
Biolab
Kyerine bounces around the table quickly to Nebris and takes her hand immediately upon being asked to with a smile. His somewhat cold hand, like that of a piece of metal or pottery. He gave a bright look before looking at Mireille looking confused. "By Dr Mireille I didn't. Nebris already said she wanted to. Kyerine just not want her to be scared."Amos's Room
Munch, munch, Russell noms on a couple more cookies before replying admittedly with his mouth full. "It's food. Its yummy and I don't know how to cook." He responds justifying his cookies.Then Amos says about going to the lounge and he pushes himself up off the bed, sweeping a hand across where he just sat in a attempt to get crumbs off; which partially works but Russell cant even see them he's just hoping he got them all. Then looking back, ration box in hand.
"I'll come." He responds, this time without a mouth full of cookie.
edited 27th Feb '17 7:09:20 AM 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
Troperia
Amos's Room -> Hallway
Amos waits a moment for Russell to catch up, then heads out towards the lounge. "Well. I don't really know how to cook either, so...here's hoping I don't burn the kitchen down. Can't be that difficult."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Amos's Room -> Hallway
Russell indeed follows closely behind, closing the door on the way out. "You can say that again once we're out of that fire." He responds chewing on cookies again, his full, somewhat jokingly."Food any different on your world than like ours?" He questions after finishing a mouthful curiously, wondering about the Mekhari.
"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
Troperia
Hallway
"Well, a lot of our food is engineered to get the most nutrition out of it. Which tends to make most of it taste like cardboard, unfortunately." Amos answers. "I get its designed to be processed and used more easily by our bodies and augments but...it's just bad. And seems kinda pointless to me, really. I eat tons of non-processed food and my body is fine. I've got the physique of a guy that runs track or something." He continues. "...Of course, I can't actually run a track if I needed to, but...still.
edited 27th Feb '17 7:23:00 AM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Hallway
Russel listens having closed up the box of snacks for now and just following along, his head looking around and clearly listening out for different sounds as he did, just more focused than normal perhaps due to the adjustments to his implants."That sounds gross. I throw up at with the processing most 'fresh' stuff gets put through." He complains a little, making a joking vomiting motion. Then a smirk crosses his face. "Can't run, can't dance, better leave it to those of us better at it."
"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
Troperia
Hallway -> Lounge
At Russell's playful jab, he chuckles. "Yes, I have the coordination of a jellyfish...meanwhile, I can control an entire ship with the touch of a finger, so...I think I'll be alright." He retorts as he steps inside the lounge.
He heads over to the kitchen area and opens the fridge, looking at what's available.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Hallway -> Lounge
Russell also chuckles at the reaction of Amos, laughing along as he sits himself down on a stool on the other side the kitchen counter, putting down his tin of snacks and just casually resting himself leaning on said counter."Just don't try to like make the ship dance, okay?" He jokes back, a tongue stuck out playfully in Amos vague direction.
"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
Troperia
Lounge
"...That would be an interesting battle tactic. I'll have to ask the captain about that. Between you and him, and Michael, you could make it work." Amos says, clearly humored by the idea.
Spying a few varieties of cheese, he takes that out, as well as some butter and bread. "Well, looks like grilled cheese is today's winner."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Hallway -> Lounge
Russell let out a small chuckle at Amos idea. "Only if its DDR." He humors back pretty amused by the idea."..what kinda cheese?" Russell questions with a slightly curious expression.
"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
Troperia
Lounge
"Well, we've got cheddar, provolone, mozzarella...Gouda. Who in the world bought all this cheese...?" He wonders, and takes out about half of the bread in the package and starting to hear up a skillet.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Trans Terminus Homo
Troperia, Biolab
Mireille tilted her head a bit, but then nodded "Okay, I promise it won't hurt." She turned to Kyerine "Yes I know. I didn't want to imply you did. To me it just sounded like Nebris only did say yes because she wanted to help us, not because she'd actually like to." She crouched down to be on eye level with Kyerine and pat him on the head with a reassuring smile "Don't worry Kyerine, just remember that if you're ever unsure, err on the side of caution, okay?"
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
Troperia
Lounge
"Dunno but, urm, could, could like you make me one with the Mozzarella..? I might actually be able to keep it down if its not the cheap stuff." Russell requests, looking a little embarrassed about asking but he was pretty damn hungry a few cookies were not going to sate his appetite. "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
Troperia
Lounge
"Sure, I can do that." Amos nods as he butters about eight slices of bread on one side. Once he does that, he places four on the skillet (butter side down) and places an assortment of cheeses on the of them, and just mozzarella on the fourth, before topping them with the other slices of bread (butter side up).
Once that's done, he opens up one of his light screens and clicks a few things. "Hey, give me the name of a song you like."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Lounge
Russell nods with a hungry look. "Thanks Amos!" He muses trying to kind of watch what was going on, though it wasn't clear to Russell he wanted to try and get some basic idea of what Amos was doing. Sure he couldn't just learn by watching but it was still curious to him and he still needed to adjust to the changes in his implant.To the question of music he pauses for a moment and presses some buttons on his watch before swiping a arm in Amos' general direction. "Got better, I got some on here like try this one." Amos getting a signal attempting to transfer a music file from Russell to Amos of the following song he thought might be appropriate.
edited 27th Feb '17 10:35:48 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Flamebringer
She had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
VR Room
Lex glares down at the elder as he prods at Val, and is promptly ignored, the short kirina nodding toward the echirean, "Hm... good answer. Now, doctor, do you have a robe or do we have to get you one?"Lex pauses the program for a moment, looking over to Val, "Here. Don't mind blue, do you?" she says, tossing a computer generated robe to him before restarting the simulation and stepping beside him, bowing to the elder.
Briefing Room
Chris holds Greg's and Peter's hands, listening politely, "What does Savato do, exactly?"Tor's Room
Cor nods and starts pulling on his clothes, "So long as you're sure it's safe, hon... Where to first?"Lounge
Merrick smiles and waves over at Amos and Russell, "Think they'd like some company?" he asks his young friend.Biolab
Nebris smiles widely, "I'm ready, don't worry." "I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
[Kepler-22b—Ydra, the Floating City]
"Tomorrow is the time. The protests will provide the perfect opportunity."
"I thought we weren't going to kill him," the silver-haired woman said.
The glimmering blue face on the screen moved from side to side.
"No, that won't be necessary—I'm sure of it now that I see how well our plan has worked. He has no supporters left. He'll flee or he'll die, and we don't need to lift a finger. I thought you might like to be there to twist the knife, though. An eye for an eye, as they say."
The girl's expression darkened. "Fine. What do you want us to do?"
"Whatever you like. I've arranged for you to have an access point via the basement maintenance corridor. Obviously you don't need any help getting in, but there will be no one between that corridor and the President's executive elevator. You'll be able to walk right into his office during the three minutes following my signal."
The silver-haired man shook his head, his one eye staring at the wall.
"Two minutes and forty-two seconds at most," he corrected.
"I was rounding up," the face on the screen said, tilting to one side as if in a shrug. "Are we agreed? You don't have to do anything. We could get offworld tonight and this would all still go off without a hitch."
The woman shook her head. "No," she said, glancing at her brother. "No, I want him to know it was us."
"Then it's settled. You'll infiltrate the building as discussed, on my signal, tomorrow afternoon."
"What's the signal?" the woman prompted.
"Just listen for the explosions."
Somewhere in Space
Slowly, a figure with silver skin pirouettes in lazy circles through the cosmos. He wears nothing, and appears to have burn marks all of his body. His eyes are in a lazy, half open state, and there is a dull light behind them that would best be described as "Standby."
Within his mind, a hundred images race through his mind - awakening to chaos, pulled from his pod by a dear friend and colleague, and blasted from a ship's cockpit window to drift through space forever. Or so one would think. For a moment, something within his mechanical brain clicks, and suddenly he knows that he is drifting slowly toward a planet called Riva. Not that it really means anything to him, of course - his damage is extensive, and now he exists only in this half on, half off state. Standby.
The Troperia
Lex's Quarters
Kijo awakens on fire. Figuratively, of course. Every muscle aches, and his skin burns in the places he had been worked on.
"Ah...nope..." he says as he tries to sit up. The maintaining of the Grid, while a rare occurrence (especially lately), is still a process that leaves him aching for a while, even with microsurgeons repairing the damage at an accelerated rate.
Kijo takes a moment to look around, noting that he is back in Lex's room, though he makes note that the Kirina is nowhere to be found. He has no idea whether or not they are still on Alexander, or even how long it's been since he's been unconscious.