(Well, you probably never expected to stumble across a robot cuddle session, did you?
The location itself is dark, as is typical for those areas surrounding sleepers, but the machines give off their own light, a soft blue white glow that illuminates them softly but well enough.
Legion had been working on establishing relations with the fluffy mimics, feeding them and talking to them and introducing their own fluffy mimic (they had been trying to name it but it had poor comprehension of the concept and they did not wish to pick something without its input) to the others of its kind. They hadn't expected to end up so exhausted while working, but the void was unpredictable at best and even with regular sleep such incidents could still, on occasion, occur.
Tired, and surrounded by newly made friends, they'd decided to lay down and have a nap, and apparently, a couple of the mimics decided to join them and they've just sort of ended up all curled up next to each other.
It's an adorable scene. It's also quite possibly extremely dangerous to be near, considering how hostile fluffy mimics are.)
(They didn't expect anyone to be visiting right now. Not that they would have been particularly likely to hide what they were doing even if they did: plenty of people have seen the Widow, and only one person has ever really had a negative reaction.
Right now they're sitting in the middle of the floor of their chosen dwelling in the Kichijoji Aerial District, gun unfolded and in their lap as they work on cleaning it. For someone who never really cares about their own hygiene ... they clearly care a lot about the cleanliness of this gun.)
They are not unused to the disappearance of allies. However, with a world full of those who wish to be returned home, that one of the very few who was happier here would be sent away seemed ... wrong.
They can be found sitting in a corner of the Heavenly Blanc, not eating or drinking anything, just staring at the table, headflaps occasionally rippling.
They wonder, could it be possible for them to find a way to reach Parsee, and other allies they have lost?)
(They still don't know who, or what, caused the damage to the tunnels of this world. However, they do know that it continues, periodically, to scream.
And thus, they are in mementos again, trying to treat the wounds. This time, they have a bucket of living lantern leaves they have mashed into a paste--they learned from the fluffy mimics that eating and rubbing against them helps with pain and injury--that they are attempting to apply to the injuries.
They probably look a little weird doing this, and given the way the walls shudder in response to contact, it might even seem like they're hurting more than they're helping. Wanna ask them what they're doing?
Alternately, given the prevalence of the aggressive robot fox creatures, they'll probably get dragged into a fight with one at some point. Wanna join in?)
Cute Robots
The location itself is dark, as is typical for those areas surrounding sleepers, but the machines give off their own light, a soft blue white glow that illuminates them softly but well enough.
Legion had been working on establishing relations with the fluffy mimics, feeding them and talking to them and introducing their own fluffy mimic (they had been trying to name it but it had poor comprehension of the concept and they did not wish to pick something without its input) to the others of its kind. They hadn't expected to end up so exhausted while working, but the void was unpredictable at best and even with regular sleep such incidents could still, on occasion, occur.
Tired, and surrounded by newly made friends, they'd decided to lay down and have a nap, and apparently, a couple of the mimics decided to join them and they've just sort of ended up all curled up next to each other.
It's an adorable scene. It's also quite possibly extremely dangerous to be near, considering how hostile fluffy mimics are.)
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Gun Cleaning (Closed to Kaiba)
Right now they're sitting in the middle of the floor of their chosen dwelling in the Kichijoji Aerial District, gun unfolded and in their lap as they work on cleaning it. For someone who never really cares about their own hygiene ... they clearly care a lot about the cleanliness of this gun.)
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Sad Robot
They are not unused to the disappearance of allies. However, with a world full of those who wish to be returned home, that one of the very few who was happier here would be sent away seemed ... wrong.
They can be found sitting in a corner of the Heavenly Blanc, not eating or drinking anything, just staring at the table, headflaps occasionally rippling.
They wonder, could it be possible for them to find a way to reach Parsee, and other allies they have lost?)
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They're ... helping?
And thus, they are in mementos again, trying to treat the wounds. This time, they have a bucket of living lantern leaves they have mashed into a paste--they learned from the fluffy mimics that eating and rubbing against them helps with pain and injury--that they are attempting to apply to the injuries.
They probably look a little weird doing this, and given the way the walls shudder in response to contact, it might even seem like they're hurting more than they're helping. Wanna ask them what they're doing?
Alternately, given the prevalence of the aggressive robot fox creatures, they'll probably get dragged into a fight with one at some point. Wanna join in?)
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yo wtf dreamwidth didn't send me a notif for this D:
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