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ataraxionlogs2014-04-12 12:52 am
darkart) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-04-12 12:52 am
( open ) show me how to lie
CHARACTERS: severus snape & a variety of people patient* enough to put up with his ass. (*maybe)
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: tba.
SUMMARY: open log for april.
NOTES: if you want to do something but can't think of an opener, feel free to send me a pm, i don't mind writing starters!
Maybe, Severus reflects as he stares down at his arm in the privacy of his small quarters, the whole department thing was a bad idea. SCI » 028 » 084. It inspires a kind of tired bitterness in him thinking about the advances muggles have made in science while wizardkind have hidden away and gotten very good at hovering in place. He remembers the American venture of Apollo 11, remembers the terror and wonder of it, nine years old and imagining if that's what these slow and dull creatures can do just think, just think, what's waiting for him in the world his mother comes from.
SCI. SEC. OPR. He imagines arrangements in three letters for other headings. For gravity management or temporal repair, for mysteries and healing. Science is such a lifeless word and here he is with it stamped next to another, older brand, both self-chosen in one way or another. Xenobiology is a joke and he knows it but his interest is real, and his determination is true - if he has to crowbar magic into this place with stubborn viciousness and arguments then so be it. He won't be trapped here otherwise and damn everyone who disbelieves or shrugs it off or rolls their eyes. They are incomplete people. They have to build machines to see just a fraction what he breathes and touches and manipulates. And he will not hide from them.
He works, both in the "safe" laboratory they've been shuffled to in accordance to security's fussing, and also up in the burned-out attic space of the forsaken genetics rooms. He senses the instability, but doesn't fear it. He cooks meals and occasionally tolerates company, he visits the gardens - for royalty or for his own version of hunting; he considers trying to plant things, has little aborted fantasies of potion-brewing, but doesn't go anywhere with it. He contemplates a dozen projects and, hell, maybe he'll do all of them. It's not like he's going anywhere anytime soon.
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: tba.
SUMMARY: open log for april.
NOTES: if you want to do something but can't think of an opener, feel free to send me a pm, i don't mind writing starters!
Maybe, Severus reflects as he stares down at his arm in the privacy of his small quarters, the whole department thing was a bad idea. SCI » 028 » 084. It inspires a kind of tired bitterness in him thinking about the advances muggles have made in science while wizardkind have hidden away and gotten very good at hovering in place. He remembers the American venture of Apollo 11, remembers the terror and wonder of it, nine years old and imagining if that's what these slow and dull creatures can do just think, just think, what's waiting for him in the world his mother comes from.
SCI. SEC. OPR. He imagines arrangements in three letters for other headings. For gravity management or temporal repair, for mysteries and healing. Science is such a lifeless word and here he is with it stamped next to another, older brand, both self-chosen in one way or another. Xenobiology is a joke and he knows it but his interest is real, and his determination is true - if he has to crowbar magic into this place with stubborn viciousness and arguments then so be it. He won't be trapped here otherwise and damn everyone who disbelieves or shrugs it off or rolls their eyes. They are incomplete people. They have to build machines to see just a fraction what he breathes and touches and manipulates. And he will not hide from them.
He works, both in the "safe" laboratory they've been shuffled to in accordance to security's fussing, and also up in the burned-out attic space of the forsaken genetics rooms. He senses the instability, but doesn't fear it. He cooks meals and occasionally tolerates company, he visits the gardens - for royalty or for his own version of hunting; he considers trying to plant things, has little aborted fantasies of potion-brewing, but doesn't go anywhere with it. He contemplates a dozen projects and, hell, maybe he'll do all of them. It's not like he's going anywhere anytime soon.
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"Have you had to ask him not to look?" That should be a decent litmus test, shouldn't it?
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Sometimes, Severs wonders if that's a factor in why Charles keeps talking to him - the novelty of having to try and figure someone out the hard way. Mostly, though, he's just glad he's an Occlumens now more than ever. No matter what he thinks of Xavier, or Nuala, or anyone, his mind is his own business and his only truly personal domain. He can't fathom why any witch or wizard given the opportunity to do the same wouldn't.
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"Well!" Her smile widens more genuinely. "I should leave you to it, I suppose. Thank you for the brief overview. If you're in need of any assistance, please let me know. I'm happy to help. I'd be interested to see real magic in action." Which is said with just a touch of childlike wonder. She's allowed to get excited about this, damn it.
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Perhaps both.
"I'm sure you'll see enough of it as time goes on." From him, or someone else on the ship. He's aware that the two other wizards from his world are prone to whimsical demonstrations that he sees no point in. Magic is wonderful, but it isn't science. He tires of trying to explain it in those terms.
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"I look forward to it." With a brief nod, Odessa begins to withdraw, stepping backward and away from Severus' work space and into the rest of the laboratory at large. She's not keen on lingering any longer. With this new information, she needs to reassess her options, and she's not going to do that here. "I'll see you around," she offers in parting.
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He also wonders if he's scared her off.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter.