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come_sailaway2022-02-28 12:57 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- arknights: mizuki,
- dr. stone: senku ishigami,
- ffxv: prompto argentum,
- genshin impact: tartaglia (childe),
- hill house: eleanor vance,
- interview with the vampire: claudia,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mob psycho 100: arataka reigen,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- vampire: the masquerade: diana abel
MARCH OPEN LOG
[a soft chime of unplaceable music at 7 AM sharp. Friday's voice going over the daily weather (it never changes) and the daily schedule (it barely varies, though Friday does mention a "welcome party" set for later in the month with increasing amounts of poorly restrained glee. the mic is passed so that the captain can make his usual announcement. after a minute, it is passed back, so that Friday can wish everyone a fun and fulfilling day.
it's easy to fall into routine, on the serena eterna.
the spirits, or whatever they are, seem to have calmed down. they are still there, of course, but the plates are carried to tables instead of thrown, and any movement of the furniture is the kind that comes from normal use. wonder what they were so upset about. maybe someone talked to them.
an unfamiliar face in the hall balks at how their legs stop working suddenly. new passengers seem to arrive every other day or so, and it's always the same exact process. did you keep your lei?
the sun is shining. the air is warm. the sea is placid as a lake. you never meant to end up here. you certainly don't want to be here.
but, you can try to make the best of it.]
[ooc note: if any character decides to do some more than casual investigation of a location, be sure to ping the mod! there may be hidden treats! or hidden tricks! or maybe nothing! the best kind of prize is a SUR-PRISE!]
it's easy to fall into routine, on the serena eterna.
the spirits, or whatever they are, seem to have calmed down. they are still there, of course, but the plates are carried to tables instead of thrown, and any movement of the furniture is the kind that comes from normal use. wonder what they were so upset about. maybe someone talked to them.
an unfamiliar face in the hall balks at how their legs stop working suddenly. new passengers seem to arrive every other day or so, and it's always the same exact process. did you keep your lei?
the sun is shining. the air is warm. the sea is placid as a lake. you never meant to end up here. you certainly don't want to be here.
but, you can try to make the best of it.]
[ooc note: if any character decides to do some more than casual investigation of a location, be sure to ping the mod! there may be hidden treats! or hidden tricks! or maybe nothing! the best kind of prize is a SUR-PRISE!]
Clarke vs. Doors, day 7
[Murderbot's dull emotionless voice comes from behind Clarke.]
If you really need to shoot it, an energy weapon would be a better choice.
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I — what?
( just give her a second to process what he just said, then cautiously look over both his shoulders to see if there's anyone else waiting in the wings to pop up unexpectedly. )
...You might be right. But I don't have a laser.
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[It pushes the sleeve of its hoodie (hoodie! in this heat!) up to the elbow, revealing metal plating on one forearm, from which some sort of...well, energy weapon...unfolds. It rather pointedly does not direct this weapon at Clarke, instead pointing it toward the door.]
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alarmed. )
Wait. Stop —
( she doesn't know this person — thing? — and has no way of knowing if he means to immediately blast down the bridge door. and despite that being her end goal, the whole situation now needs a bit further analysis, so don't mind clarke crowding your space, murderbot, and trying to forcibly push your arm down to the floor. )
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Words would have been sufficient.
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( she's less sorry than confused by the absolute indignance of that response. still, no need going out of her way to piss off a walking armory without at least trying for something more diplomatic first. so once the sights are redirected, she's removing both hands from his arm — will even take a step back, and hold up both empty palms in a gesture of no harm meant.
still, so many questions here. )
Why do you have an energy weapon in your arm?
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[As far as questions go, it's probably fair--there are stupider questions the human could have asked.
It retracts the weapon, pulls its sleeve down, and glances in Clarke's direction without making eye contact.]
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( like, she could guess. obviously robotic, the name security is literally in the product name. laden with weapons, flat toned, and apparently... shy? whatever, clarke doesn't have the mental capacity to parse over why the robot won't meet her gaze — a decidedly human sign of discomfort. )
Are you employed here? On this ship, to do security? Or did you just show up like the rest of us?
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[Its voice lowers a bit.] I had never seen an ocean before. I didn't realize how truly vast they are.
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( she can relate to wonder and amazement in the face of new earthly experiences. it feels like a long while ago that she'd felt the wind on her face for the first time, but the memory of a breeze across her skin is burnt in her mind deeper than most of the atrocities she'd played a part in. that distinction probably don't change much throughout species, even if clarke's still trying to parse out exactly what this person-like creature in front of her was. )
...What's your name?
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You can call me SecUnit, or you can call me Rin. And who are you?
[Neither is its name, but "Murderbot" is private, is personal. It's a reminder to itself rather than what it wants others to think of it as.]
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( it has the ring of a proper name more than a make and model number, and maybe what she's going here is a bit of forced familiarity. personalize, call by names, appear non-threatening, diffuse any fireworks for now. )
Please don't shoot down the door yet. ( for all her focus and want, clarke hadn't gotten that far in her mental plan of attack yet. she'd reached the stage of maybe shooting the door out of frustration, but no longer expected to get in. but now that... that might be a possibility, she wants to storyboard and prepare. )
Could we go somewhere else and talk first?
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[Yes, it has laser beams and it's still nervous about her.]
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Okay. I just meant away from this door. ( before they're caught being suspicious and loitering while both armed. she gestures a bit back the way towards the stairs and elevators on the rest of the top deck. ) How about over by the soccer goals?
( a big open space, with the cover of wind from the ships perpetual forward motion. it's currently empty, but allows egress options for either of them if the need arises. )
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...that is not a suggestion.]
By the soccer goals works for me.
[It begins moving in that direction. Military march walk, very efficient. It's tried to learn how to walk more like a human, but it's still not quite able to pull it off.]
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she'll let him take the lead — automatically a beat behind because she's still processing what the hell she just saw, a gun out of an arm? it shouldn't be surprising, clarke no longer thought she could be shocked, yet here she was — and clocks the awkward gait, but doesn't think much of it. what good is it pretending to be human when humans arguably... suck.
they'll walk in uninterrupted silence until they're safely away from the bridge door, and standing awkward and stiffly next to the goal posts. and for another drawn out moment, clarke hesitates. unsure of what to say, unsure of why exactly she asked for this private sidebar. but, ultimately powering through anyway — )
So. You've got the ability to cut through steel in your forearm. Can I ask what else you can do?
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[It sounds almost defensive.
(It is.)]
All you need to know is that I'm smarter than you, faster than you and tougher than you humans.
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It looked like you were about to blow down a door for me back there, client or not. But now I don't even get to ask you a question?
( just gonna pack that slight against her entire species away for later. it doesn't matter, he's not wrong, humans kinda suck. )
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(That is, of course, not going to actually be possible here.)]
You can ask. But I'm more comfortable not letting any one human here know everything that I can do. I don't want you to decide I'm just your tool or weapon.
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but okay. this is fine. every point made in an argument is a chance to know more about the person across from you, and clarke can volley. )
A hammer is a tool, and a gun is a weapon. I was more interested in what we might be able to accomplish here if we worked together. Or are you content with being kidnapped and dropped in the middle of the ocean?
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[Dramatic bot is dramatic.]
But the energy weapons in my arms are the only weapons I have on me. They don't function like a laser cutter, they just fire energy beams. I am stronger than a human, that might be handy. Faster, perhaps not so much without anywhere to run. I also have a limited number of security drones I can deploy.
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she's nodding along as he lists the weapons packed into his person; the few specifics offered, the slight disappointment of a lack of a proper laser and the limited number of drones. and the... probably-not-inaccurate brag, but something in the flat affect of his tone definitely grates, dripping with condescending superiority. )
And... do you have plans about how you're going to use those weapons and that skillset here?
( danger noodle or allied nacho? please don't be the former, she's not had to kill a proper robot yet and doesn't want to pull her focus away from getting through the bridge door in order to focus on figuring out how. )
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[Which might still be a little patronizing, but it seems sincere enough. Surprise robot guardian angel, Clarke, isn’t that just what you need?]
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...Right.
So if I told you I thought someone on board might be planning to hurt me, you'd...?
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[No, he wouldn’t go ruthless killing machine on her word alone, if that’s what she was testing for, there.]
Was that actually a hypothetical?
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