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tabularasa_rp2020-11-02 10:39 pm
forwearemany) wrote in tabularasa_rp2020-11-02 10:39 pm
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Who: Legion and ... you?
What: Videogames and failed attempts to befriend horrible monsters
Where: Beach, forest
When: Early November
Content Warnings: None so far.
A) The humorous option
(The storm is sudden and intense, forcing them to dash for cover not from the rain, but the cloud to ground lightning.
They are on the beach, and not much shelter exists, save for the shadow of half a couch sticking out of a particularly large pile of garbage.
It is not a particularly good shelter, however their own nature protects them. As a being composed of mostly plastic, they are a poor target: electrical charges move freely within their circuits but they make a poor conductor between the lightning and the ground.
Contrary to stereotype, the rain does not bother them.
They are attempting to figure out the safest method of leaving the area when they hear their videogame console turn on.
They take it out and look at it uncertainly, but it appears to be functioning as normal. Their headflaps ripple contemplatively.
This is not an ideal situation for playing but ... they've missed their games. It does not take long to succumb to temptation.
And thus, anyone else who is out in the storm might see them huddled there, videogame console in their hands.)
B) The sad but also humorous option
(These creatures are not their people.
Their people are ... gone.
As the afterlife clearly exists, it is possible Legion will see them again someday, but for now, there is nothing, save for the promise of continued existence in other timelines, and these creatures born partially from their memories.
They are quiet, not wanting to alert the Geth/Zumyu animal as they approach.
Once they get close enough, they lift their hand and toss a large piece of mushroom at the tail lure that looks so much like one of their people.
SNAP! A flurry of movement. The predator devours the food in two gulps.
And then, it sees Legion.
With a horrible garbled mechanical noise it charges.
This reaction was unanticipated: they thought feeding it would help! They don't have much time for other thoughts before they turn to run, screaming in Geth.)
What: Videogames and failed attempts to befriend horrible monsters
Where: Beach, forest
When: Early November
Content Warnings: None so far.
A) The humorous option
(The storm is sudden and intense, forcing them to dash for cover not from the rain, but the cloud to ground lightning.
They are on the beach, and not much shelter exists, save for the shadow of half a couch sticking out of a particularly large pile of garbage.
It is not a particularly good shelter, however their own nature protects them. As a being composed of mostly plastic, they are a poor target: electrical charges move freely within their circuits but they make a poor conductor between the lightning and the ground.
Contrary to stereotype, the rain does not bother them.
They are attempting to figure out the safest method of leaving the area when they hear their videogame console turn on.
They take it out and look at it uncertainly, but it appears to be functioning as normal. Their headflaps ripple contemplatively.
This is not an ideal situation for playing but ... they've missed their games. It does not take long to succumb to temptation.
And thus, anyone else who is out in the storm might see them huddled there, videogame console in their hands.)
B) The sad but also humorous option
(These creatures are not their people.
Their people are ... gone.
As the afterlife clearly exists, it is possible Legion will see them again someday, but for now, there is nothing, save for the promise of continued existence in other timelines, and these creatures born partially from their memories.
They are quiet, not wanting to alert the Geth/Zumyu animal as they approach.
Once they get close enough, they lift their hand and toss a large piece of mushroom at the tail lure that looks so much like one of their people.
SNAP! A flurry of movement. The predator devours the food in two gulps.
And then, it sees Legion.
With a horrible garbled mechanical noise it charges.
This reaction was unanticipated: they thought feeding it would help! They don't have much time for other thoughts before they turn to run, screaming in Geth.)
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We're fine.
.... This is not a perfect system yet, but believe me when I say it's a lot better than home.
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(They know how much it meant to them to have friends they knew wouldn't betray them or question their loyalty because they were a machine.
They know that any improvement, no matter how small, is important.)
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[There wasn't really that much else to say. But the fact that Legion had said it at all really did mean a lot to her. People were being so very supportive, but something about a coldly logical being being supportive meant it was logically possible, right?]
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(The thunder is becoming softer, more distant.)
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Alright, let's head out, find some proper shelter in case it rains again.
(OOC: Though this feels like a good handwave point, yes?)