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T E S T D R I V E |
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
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[Was that a function reference, or is she just talking about her job? No, later.]
Ah, can't. Shut down, that is. Not without a validated operator.
[An utterly pointless rule when he's not even connected to the systems that need to be kept running. But what isn't? The camera twitches, tracking her attempt with more than a little trepidation.]
Good to know they aren't our usual neighbors. If you need to clear out, can you send someone by later?
Ah, can't. Shut down, that is. Not without a validated operator.
[An utterly pointless rule when he's not even connected to the systems that need to be kept running. But what isn't? The camera twitches, tracking her attempt with more than a little trepidation.]
Good to know they aren't our usual neighbors. If you need to clear out, can you send someone by later?
[ hard laughter at least maintains the facades they're going to keep up until their foundations solidify well enough to recreate the walls they construct around themselves. he counts it as a positive.
alvis steps in alongside her as they exit. ] I would say it's nice to see you, but that seems a little... [ trailing off there seems to be the most accurate way to end that sentence, so he picks up another moment or so later. ] Still.
alvis steps in alongside her as they exit. ] I would say it's nice to see you, but that seems a little... [ trailing off there seems to be the most accurate way to end that sentence, so he picks up another moment or so later. ] Still.
Mh. ( is dutch's first response, a non-committal noise. he isn't so far off with his interpretation of her actions; she isn't recreating the walls she presents deliberately, but that doesn't mean it isn't precisely what she's doing. some things are deeply ingrained, khlyen has seen to that.
but something in the line of her shoulders softens a moment later, her hand brushing against alvis' arm for a moment where he's walking next to her. )
Still. ( that's confirmation, agreement. and with the shock of desperation wearing off, dutch can ask - ) How are you holding up?
but something in the line of her shoulders softens a moment later, her hand brushing against alvis' arm for a moment where he's walking next to her. )
Still. ( that's confirmation, agreement. and with the shock of desperation wearing off, dutch can ask - ) How are you holding up?
[ there are walls people build to keep others at a distance and there are walls people build to bring them in and feel safe. stages of advancement and proximity - he's not concerned about where he stands within her own unless she's more off-balance than she seems to be, but given the contact he rather doubts that.
that's... definitely a question though. he's not actually all that sure. ] It's not necessarily the worst time to find myself in a new environment.
that's... definitely a question though. he's not actually all that sure. ] It's not necessarily the worst time to find myself in a new environment.
( dutch doesn't know which kind her walls are. she'd rather not have to think about it right now, either. maybe a little of both? she's learned that not caring is safety, and she's learned that not caring is lonely. she's also learned, in far too many ways involving but not limited to the death of her husband, that caring about people is a good way to get them killed, in her case. )
When did you turn into such an optimist?
( there's something almost affectionate in her tone. )
When did you turn into such an optimist?
( there's something almost affectionate in her tone. )
[ alvis has enough of his own plans running on the ground to get himself killed - if it ever comes to pass, she doesn't need to worry about it being on her conscience.
not that he assumes she would do anything but.
he exhales his amusement more than anything else. ] Comes with the jobs. [ monk. revolutionary. he follows, a little more somber. ] I'm not sure it's the best time either.
not that he assumes she would do anything but.
he exhales his amusement more than anything else. ] Comes with the jobs. [ monk. revolutionary. he follows, a little more somber. ] I'm not sure it's the best time either.
( if he gets himself killed by someone buying the lies the company is telling about the revolution, if there's no connection to khlyen or dutch in any way, dutch might only reproach herself for not having been there, for not having gotten him away from danger. that, she could deal with.
if khlyen kills him, either directly or indirectly? well. that's another matter entirely, and dutch isn't sure how many more deaths she can have on her conscious without losing it. )
Mh. ( again. ) It's not a good time for me, but no one bothered to ask.
if khlyen kills him, either directly or indirectly? well. that's another matter entirely, and dutch isn't sure how many more deaths she can have on her conscious without losing it. )
Mh. ( again. ) It's not a good time for me, but no one bothered to ask.
[ well at least there's a possibility. ]
They rarely do in my experience.
[ idk how long it should take to get to the observatory but i'm gonna fudge it and say they're there bc i feel like it. also ngl the fact that that is how khlyen's name still fucks me up. ] Then again, if everyone were that considerate I wouldn't have a whole lot to work on.
They rarely do in my experience.
[ idk how long it should take to get to the observatory but i'm gonna fudge it and say they're there bc i feel like it. also ngl the fact that that is how khlyen's name still fucks me up. ] Then again, if everyone were that considerate I wouldn't have a whole lot to work on.
( there's a possibility — and for all that it would cost her, that it has cost her, dutch knows how to pick herself up and move past loss. it doesn't weigh on her as much as the blood on her hands, most days.
most days, she doesn't miss her husband at all, when she thinks of him it's always in connection with khlyen. does that make her a terrible person? possibly so. she was never meant to be a person, though, was she? a weapon, yes.
also fuck who the fuck even knows even syfy can't decide how to fucking spell khlyen's name okay. anyway, observation deck. the stars are unfamiliar, and there's a strange glow coming from the meteor in their vicinity that dutch can't quite figure out. johnny would probably have a theory on it, and lucy could run diagnostics.
dutch misses her ship, and she misses her team. that's not weakness, no matter what khlyen would say. )
Looking to open up a confessional here? ( the question could be idle; it isn't. )
most days, she doesn't miss her husband at all, when she thinks of him it's always in connection with khlyen. does that make her a terrible person? possibly so. she was never meant to be a person, though, was she? a weapon, yes.
also fuck who the fuck even knows even syfy can't decide how to fucking spell khlyen's name okay. anyway, observation deck. the stars are unfamiliar, and there's a strange glow coming from the meteor in their vicinity that dutch can't quite figure out. johnny would probably have a theory on it, and lucy could run diagnostics.
dutch misses her ship, and she misses her team. that's not weakness, no matter what khlyen would say. )
Looking to open up a confessional here? ( the question could be idle; it isn't. )
Ah, a pity isn't it? [Tarn takes the few seconds that Drift is frozen to sidle causally up behind him, but pauses as he finds the tip of drifts swords, pressing against his abdomen. He doesn't bother flinching away.]
What-- do you intend to kill me? An unarmed opponent? That isn't very Autobot of you, Drift.
What-- do you intend to kill me? An unarmed opponent? That isn't very Autobot of you, Drift.
[ he looks out for a few moments, considering. ]
I have one to make right now. [ he says with a sidelong glance and just enough pause afterward for full effect when he continues. ] I've been to the observation deck already.
[ but then he looks back out over the stars. they are unfamiliar, true, and the meteor doesn't technically hold much more than passing curiosity for him, but the unfamiliarity isn't necessarily a bad thing. he kind of prefers it, in all honesty. it makes the fact that he's here instead of where he feels he ought to be, and even more so the fact that he's a little happy to be here instead of where he feels he ought to be weigh on him a little bit less. if he were near home and stayed on the moira, he'd just be running away. if he doesn't have a choice, well then he can just make the best of it. ]
I've stood here wondering what stories these stars are supposed to tell. Where their roots take hold. I'm not sure how well my faith would translate here without the same background. Not that I haven't considered it.
I have one to make right now. [ he says with a sidelong glance and just enough pause afterward for full effect when he continues. ] I've been to the observation deck already.
[ but then he looks back out over the stars. they are unfamiliar, true, and the meteor doesn't technically hold much more than passing curiosity for him, but the unfamiliarity isn't necessarily a bad thing. he kind of prefers it, in all honesty. it makes the fact that he's here instead of where he feels he ought to be, and even more so the fact that he's a little happy to be here instead of where he feels he ought to be weigh on him a little bit less. if he were near home and stayed on the moira, he'd just be running away. if he doesn't have a choice, well then he can just make the best of it. ]
I've stood here wondering what stories these stars are supposed to tell. Where their roots take hold. I'm not sure how well my faith would translate here without the same background. Not that I haven't considered it.
( not having a choice can be freeing, in that sense. if he doesn't have a choice, there's no responsibility. dutch doesn't see it that way, can't because she's been stripped of so many choices. she'd rather feel responsibility and be faced with bad choices than have them stripped from her again, than have khlyen call the shots.
she isn't his puppet to command anymore. that she's here instead of in the quad, figuring shit out? it bothers her. )
Shocking. And here I thought I was rocking your world with this view.
she isn't his puppet to command anymore. that she's here instead of in the quad, figuring shit out? it bothers her. )
Shocking. And here I thought I was rocking your world with this view.
[ they're at pretty different points in their lives right now, and took wildly different paths to get here. if he'd wound up here before he had to take refuge in old town? he'd probably be more bothered and stir-crazy about being here as well. ]
Sorry to disappoint. I found a garden too - nice to see something growing again. What have you been thinking about doing here? [ bc they're project people. they'll need something to do that involves more than sitting on this ship and thinking about home. ]
Sorry to disappoint. I found a garden too - nice to see something growing again. What have you been thinking about doing here? [ bc they're project people. they'll need something to do that involves more than sitting on this ship and thinking about home. ]
[What a pointless rule. Yori winces at the idea and hopes it's not a sample of directives aboard ship. Maybe not; this terminal looks different and is talking to her, after all.]
Sorry. Whatever you can do to protect your programs, then.
[At her first slow wave, the glowing things do scatter, two drifting down the hall while the other one flies up to the ceiling and heads in the direction of the group she'd been retreating from. Yori lets out a relieved hiss. That's something.]
If I have to retreat or they knock me to standby levels, I'll send someone when I can and check on you when it's safe.
[She moves several steps after the third glow to get an idea where the others are, blue toy raised. The thing takes offense, zipping abruptly down to latch on to the blue surface.]
[The power drain in its vicinity is painful. Yori drops the disk and jerks backward, her hand numb. The glowing thing appears to take this as a victory and zooms away, leaving a patch of darkness in the corridor lit by the glowing mark of a bite.]
[Could have been worse. Yori rubs her hand to check for unfelt damage, then prods the disk with her foot to check for power drain effects. None. That seems limited to the creatures themselves. She scoops the disk up in her left hand and backs up to the terminal, glancing both ways warily.]
There are likely to be more.
Sorry. Whatever you can do to protect your programs, then.
[At her first slow wave, the glowing things do scatter, two drifting down the hall while the other one flies up to the ceiling and heads in the direction of the group she'd been retreating from. Yori lets out a relieved hiss. That's something.]
If I have to retreat or they knock me to standby levels, I'll send someone when I can and check on you when it's safe.
[She moves several steps after the third glow to get an idea where the others are, blue toy raised. The thing takes offense, zipping abruptly down to latch on to the blue surface.]
[The power drain in its vicinity is painful. Yori drops the disk and jerks backward, her hand numb. The glowing thing appears to take this as a victory and zooms away, leaving a patch of darkness in the corridor lit by the glowing mark of a bite.]
[Could have been worse. Yori rubs her hand to check for unfelt damage, then prods the disk with her foot to check for power drain effects. None. That seems limited to the creatures themselves. She scoops the disk up in her left hand and backs up to the terminal, glancing both ways warily.]
There are likely to be more.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing as enough wine and my supplies are limited, but I wouldn't mind expending it in pleasurable company. [Returning the wry smile with an inviting one of his own, he's quick to mask the surprise he felt with his own typical brand of flirtatious flippancy.
The walk from the deck G to deck P isn't a long one, before Dorian even realized it, the door to the main hall was sliding open. Mero deck was sterile, polished, and almost too white for his taste. Still, it could be worse, it could be abundantly colorful or rustic and bland...but it was clean and that was the most important thing.]
The people who are in charge? The captains you mean? I don't know how in charge you would say they are, but if I had to give you the measure of them...so far, they seem incompetent at best, negligent at worst. They seem to have their own agenda. [Dorian hasn't known them long, so his opinion might be a bit snap.] Then again we are coming off of the back end of a battle that could have gone better.
The walk from the deck G to deck P isn't a long one, before Dorian even realized it, the door to the main hall was sliding open. Mero deck was sterile, polished, and almost too white for his taste. Still, it could be worse, it could be abundantly colorful or rustic and bland...but it was clean and that was the most important thing.]
The people who are in charge? The captains you mean? I don't know how in charge you would say they are, but if I had to give you the measure of them...so far, they seem incompetent at best, negligent at worst. They seem to have their own agenda. [Dorian hasn't known them long, so his opinion might be a bit snap.] Then again we are coming off of the back end of a battle that could have gone better.
[NO don't make that face he was JOKING]
Well then, it's just something funny going on! Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you...
[what do]
Well then, it's just something funny going on! Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you...
[what do]
{boy just have a chuckle drift has no idea whats even going on but you seem nice SO]
Is that right? Well, what makes this other Drift lame, then?
Is that right? Well, what makes this other Drift lame, then?
I've got opinions.
[He's got lots of opinions, but his tone of voice implies he's not about to share them with Reaper. 76 straightens up from his spot leaning against the entrance way, unflinching at the sound of the shell and its metallic ping. He'll even venture another step into the room, though he makes sure to keep himself between Reaper and the door, not about to have his exit cut off.
There's a laugh to be had here, somewhere, but he doesn't think he could muster one even if he tried. Instead, it's silent as 76 very obviously sizes him up.]
Guess special interests is one way to put it.
[That special interest, of course, being Overwatch.]
[He's got lots of opinions, but his tone of voice implies he's not about to share them with Reaper. 76 straightens up from his spot leaning against the entrance way, unflinching at the sound of the shell and its metallic ping. He'll even venture another step into the room, though he makes sure to keep himself between Reaper and the door, not about to have his exit cut off.
There's a laugh to be had here, somewhere, but he doesn't think he could muster one even if he tried. Instead, it's silent as 76 very obviously sizes him up.]
Guess special interests is one way to put it.
[That special interest, of course, being Overwatch.]
[Be glad she's not crying, Drift. But hey she does de-transform (that is totally a thing), so he can see her pouting face even better.
Well until she can't help but grin at him apologizing to her.]
I'm not that upset, Drift. And yeah something funny is going on here, like what's an "Ingress" and how could it do stuff like a Space Bridge but be completely broken?
[GOSH she wishes Bulkhead was here, he'd probably get it.]
Well until she can't help but grin at him apologizing to her.]
I'm not that upset, Drift. And yeah something funny is going on here, like what's an "Ingress" and how could it do stuff like a Space Bridge but be completely broken?
[GOSH she wishes Bulkhead was here, he'd probably get it.]
I don't exactly have any way of knowing that now that I'm here.
[He stops himself before he gets any snippier and just sighs]
I can't blame anyone for wanting Megatron off the ship. I mean, it makes sense. The last four million years have been Hell, and just expecting people to forgive and forget is unreasonable. If you honestly didn't know about the DJD, I can let this go.
[He stops himself before he gets any snippier and just sighs]
I can't blame anyone for wanting Megatron off the ship. I mean, it makes sense. The last four million years have been Hell, and just expecting people to forgive and forget is unreasonable. If you honestly didn't know about the DJD, I can let this go.
[Drift doesn't make with the stabbing, but he doesn't back down. Not that he particularly enjoys being this close to the most horrible person like ever, but he's not about to show any weakness in front of Tarn.]
If I'd intended to kill you, I wouldn't just be standing here.
If I'd intended to kill you, I wouldn't just be standing here.
That's good to know.
[A bit annoying, but good. He doesn't like being so thoroughly unable to affect his own situation, but it's not the first time he's experienced something like that, so he can deal with it.]
Have you had any personal experience with this? Friends or colleagues coming and going?
[A bit annoying, but good. He doesn't like being so thoroughly unable to affect his own situation, but it's not the first time he's experienced something like that, so he can deal with it.]
Have you had any personal experience with this? Friends or colleagues coming and going?
[Nope, sorry Ash, this is just getting weirder by the minute.]
...I worked with the Commander, yes. I've not done physical therapy, however, in Huerta or elsewhere.
[At least, as far as he knows...Is his memory going?? That's a terrifying thought.
...Not gonna lie, though, he's been wondering about the glowing green circuitry ever since he noticed it. Now's not the time for that particular set of questions, though, because he still has to figure out why this woman apparently remembers him, but not vice-versa.]
In any case, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Miss...?
[There's something about the way she talks that makes him think she must have a title, but addressing her as "Miss" until he finds out what it is hopefully won't be considered too rude.]
...I worked with the Commander, yes. I've not done physical therapy, however, in Huerta or elsewhere.
[At least, as far as he knows...Is his memory going?? That's a terrifying thought.
...Not gonna lie, though, he's been wondering about the glowing green circuitry ever since he noticed it. Now's not the time for that particular set of questions, though, because he still has to figure out why this woman apparently remembers him, but not vice-versa.]
In any case, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Miss...?
[There's something about the way she talks that makes him think she must have a title, but addressing her as "Miss" until he finds out what it is hopefully won't be considered too rude.]
on your own - mess hall (café)
[ Eventually, Dave finds the mess hall in his exploration of the ship, and while he's not exactly hungry (appetite isn't a thing he has that often anymore), he's still interested in taking a look.
Right now, he's focused on getting his bearings here, and this is certainly going to be an important place to... socialize.
The idea isn't appealing to him. It's an atrophied muscle, something he hasn't really used in ... ten years. After leaving Hurricane, after Freddy's closed, he had abandoned the persona that needed to be light and sociable, and he doesn't love the idea of having to bring it back.
It isn't a definite. He still needs to determine his goals here, exactly. It's going to take some thought.
For now, he'll start on getting the lay of the land, and if he wants to meet people and start making connections and impressions, the place where people go to eat and sit together is a place he should be aware of. He lingers for a moment, not at all interested in eating, before spotting the café.
Dave is used to small town life in the early 90s in Utah - he doesn't know much about lattes and cappuccinos, if he knows anything at all. But coffee - that sounds wonderful.
Caffeine has always been useful in staving off sleep. Sleeping - dreaming - is not Dave's favorite thing. He strides up to the café area, then stops suddenly, curious and confused about the machines there.
He sees the pot of coffee, thankfully, but the rest of this... gives him pause. He stares at it helplessly for a moment, looking completely lost. ]
Even getting coffee is complicated...
those who have crossed
[ Even though Dave is standing at the Observation Deck, which is certainly not empty, he suddenly feels incredibly alone.
He's standing towards the back of the room, by a wall, not really interacting with anyone, observing the people around him as much as the empty space outside the Moira. The room is bright, lit by the asteroid outside, but as Dave looks around, it feels... very hard to see anyone around him. He feels something cold, inexplicably, and suddenly has the very intense desire to leave the room. Almost too quickly, he turns, away from the wall, as if in a panic to escape.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he tells himself he's being irrational, but it doesn't fully reach him. He rushes from the deck, into the hall outside. The passageway seems impossibly narrow, and despite feeling cold, Dave is sweating suddenly. He presses his back against the wall, feeling exposed. He wants to curl in on himself but he's afraid the walls will curl in too and crush him.
The only option is escape.
Dave grasps the edge of the doorway that opens into the Observation Deck, nearly falling in his rush. There must be some way out through here. He can see the space beyond, he just needs to get out there. Dave pushes past anyone in the room, nearly shoving himself into him in his haste.
And then, as he approaches the glass, he hears the sound of the Toreador March, the jingle that Freddy would play--
Somehow, it feels impossibly worse here in this room, but Dave doesn't really recognize that, or determine he should try to leave. He's frozen now, his expression lifeless, eyes unfocused.
He can feel the people around him, and he can feel their gaze - even if no one is truly looking, he's certain he's laid bare for everyone around him to see. The deaths, the murders, he doesn't care about that. What he's terrified of them seeing is the complete deficiency of anything interesting or intriguing or positive inside of him. ]
Don't, don't do this... [ Whether he's saying that to those looking at him, or to the Freddy he can just barely hear, it's not clear. Dave doesn't really even know himself. ]
the sun in flight
[ Dave had wandered, still looking to get his bearings - he doesn't like being ignorant about where he is, not at all, but he's confident he can pick up the ship's layout fast. After all, he'd gotten down the layout of the mall pretty quickly when he'd first started working there.
He'd wanted to draw a map as he went, but paper and a pencil are strangely hard to come by here. Maybe that shouldn't be surprising - everything he's seen so far has been on screens, including the contract they'd made him sign. It was too bad he hadn't brought any kind of notebook with him, but that just means he'll have to commit what he sees to memory faster.
...Which is hard to do, when it's hard to see. Dave isn't sure if there's some kind of power failure (unlikely, unless gravity generators are on a separate system from electricity) or if this part of the ship is just dark, but it's... incredibly dark. The kind of dark from the back room of the pizzeria at night, where any kind of light was sealed away behind several walls.
He'd found the creatures (after stumbling into several walls) by chasing the light they gave off, and he thinks they're... interesting, if a little unsettling. At least he can see by them, if only a little. They're difficult to look at directly without seeing spots in his vision, like looking at a lightbulb.
He's dealing with just that problem when he tries to stumble around a corner, not seeing something on the ground and tripping. He reaches out, tries to grab something to stabilize himself, and ends up clawing at the light creature, taking it down with him. It retaliates, sinking glowing teeth deep into Dave's shoulder before escaping and drifting off as quick as it can.
Dave's scream is loud enough that anyone in the vicinity might come check it out, if they're suitably curious. ]
Right now, he's focused on getting his bearings here, and this is certainly going to be an important place to... socialize.
The idea isn't appealing to him. It's an atrophied muscle, something he hasn't really used in ... ten years. After leaving Hurricane, after Freddy's closed, he had abandoned the persona that needed to be light and sociable, and he doesn't love the idea of having to bring it back.
It isn't a definite. He still needs to determine his goals here, exactly. It's going to take some thought.
For now, he'll start on getting the lay of the land, and if he wants to meet people and start making connections and impressions, the place where people go to eat and sit together is a place he should be aware of. He lingers for a moment, not at all interested in eating, before spotting the café.
Dave is used to small town life in the early 90s in Utah - he doesn't know much about lattes and cappuccinos, if he knows anything at all. But coffee - that sounds wonderful.
Caffeine has always been useful in staving off sleep. Sleeping - dreaming - is not Dave's favorite thing. He strides up to the café area, then stops suddenly, curious and confused about the machines there.
He sees the pot of coffee, thankfully, but the rest of this... gives him pause. He stares at it helplessly for a moment, looking completely lost. ]
Even getting coffee is complicated...
those who have crossed
He's standing towards the back of the room, by a wall, not really interacting with anyone, observing the people around him as much as the empty space outside the Moira. The room is bright, lit by the asteroid outside, but as Dave looks around, it feels... very hard to see anyone around him. He feels something cold, inexplicably, and suddenly has the very intense desire to leave the room. Almost too quickly, he turns, away from the wall, as if in a panic to escape.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he tells himself he's being irrational, but it doesn't fully reach him. He rushes from the deck, into the hall outside. The passageway seems impossibly narrow, and despite feeling cold, Dave is sweating suddenly. He presses his back against the wall, feeling exposed. He wants to curl in on himself but he's afraid the walls will curl in too and crush him.
The only option is escape.
Dave grasps the edge of the doorway that opens into the Observation Deck, nearly falling in his rush. There must be some way out through here. He can see the space beyond, he just needs to get out there. Dave pushes past anyone in the room, nearly shoving himself into him in his haste.
And then, as he approaches the glass, he hears the sound of the Toreador March, the jingle that Freddy would play--
Somehow, it feels impossibly worse here in this room, but Dave doesn't really recognize that, or determine he should try to leave. He's frozen now, his expression lifeless, eyes unfocused.
He can feel the people around him, and he can feel their gaze - even if no one is truly looking, he's certain he's laid bare for everyone around him to see. The deaths, the murders, he doesn't care about that. What he's terrified of them seeing is the complete deficiency of anything interesting or intriguing or positive inside of him. ]
Don't, don't do this... [ Whether he's saying that to those looking at him, or to the Freddy he can just barely hear, it's not clear. Dave doesn't really even know himself. ]
the sun in flight
He'd wanted to draw a map as he went, but paper and a pencil are strangely hard to come by here. Maybe that shouldn't be surprising - everything he's seen so far has been on screens, including the contract they'd made him sign. It was too bad he hadn't brought any kind of notebook with him, but that just means he'll have to commit what he sees to memory faster.
...Which is hard to do, when it's hard to see. Dave isn't sure if there's some kind of power failure (unlikely, unless gravity generators are on a separate system from electricity) or if this part of the ship is just dark, but it's... incredibly dark. The kind of dark from the back room of the pizzeria at night, where any kind of light was sealed away behind several walls.
He'd found the creatures (after stumbling into several walls) by chasing the light they gave off, and he thinks they're... interesting, if a little unsettling. At least he can see by them, if only a little. They're difficult to look at directly without seeing spots in his vision, like looking at a lightbulb.
He's dealing with just that problem when he tries to stumble around a corner, not seeing something on the ground and tripping. He reaches out, tries to grab something to stabilize himself, and ends up clawing at the light creature, taking it down with him. It retaliates, sinking glowing teeth deep into Dave's shoulder before escaping and drifting off as quick as it can.
Dave's scream is loud enough that anyone in the vicinity might come check it out, if they're suitably curious. ]
Edited 2016-07-17 02:49 (UTC)
Stars are amazing. Once Yori finds the observation deck, she's pressed against the forcefields making observations as though she'd been permanently installed there.
In some ways the view reminds her of the sky of her home computer system in Encom, but it's stunning to think of this as what Users actually see, a place farther than Yori's own User has ever been, the place that inspired the original design of the Solar Sailer that she'd helped build and then stolen to help Tron.
The stars look small from here. As insignificant as computers must look from outside, and as deceptive. She wonders how many systems are sheltered near those distant suns.
Eventually she notices that someone's been watching the flow of the traffic, for the time being at a low ebb, and is therefore watching her with an unimpressed air. Yori quirks an embarrassed smile. "I suppose you're used to a view like this?"
In some ways the view reminds her of the sky of her home computer system in Encom, but it's stunning to think of this as what Users actually see, a place farther than Yori's own User has ever been, the place that inspired the original design of the Solar Sailer that she'd helped build and then stolen to help Tron.
The stars look small from here. As insignificant as computers must look from outside, and as deceptive. She wonders how many systems are sheltered near those distant suns.
Eventually she notices that someone's been watching the flow of the traffic, for the time being at a low ebb, and is therefore watching her with an unimpressed air. Yori quirks an embarrassed smile. "I suppose you're used to a view like this?"
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