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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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"Meditating. Though it seems to stress me more than less." How Jainists or any people could base their whole philosophy on the act is beyond her. She divulges the information rather matter-of-factly, though, with no sense of urgency despite her initial disposition.
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"Some minds are not meant to go still."
Severus cannot bring himself to do anything like meditation, personally. He does enough to his own head already; turning it off when he doesn't have to seems claustrophobic and uncomfortable. No thanks.
He remains where he is, sitting, an odd contrast to her alert posture - doesn't feel like getting up yet. A sudden drop in temperature is an unrealistic fantasy, so he needs another minute before he'll feel capable of basic function again.
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It's a miracle that she can ever get herself to relax. At the very least she can get herself to a less predatory posture, as she reminds herself that this isn't the time or place.
"Suppose so." She pauses, giving the stranger's presence some consideration. "What're you doing here?"
More a question out of curiosity than one that demanded an answer. She certainly wasn't going to start kneecapping him for one.
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"Just looking at plants," he offers soon after. Severus isn't actually that bothered by the Tranquility itself, not like so many others are. There are a lot of problems to work around, to be sure, but Severus is a problem-solver and not someone who accepts a knot as unable to be undone. He has plenty to do, even though he might prefer to do something else. That something else isn't possible, his preferences are not really that important. So he's fine.
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She doesn't, because as such, she's had plenty of experience with the art of sarcasm by now. It's his lucky day.
"Looking for any specific plant?" Rey asks, more keen on getting to the point.
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She's seen a lot of things. Considering her father's research, it's not far beyond the realm of reason to assume that he could have, at some point, been considered an alchemist in his line of work.
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Comparatively, is the inaudible, wry addition. Severus finds elements of science interesting and he finds the ingenuousness of muggles occasionally fascinating - but it's also sad. The passion and effort that goes into building more and more complex machines just to do things that witches and wizards can do at will is enormous. It should be sorcery that has that backing.
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Her eye squints, mulling over the reply. "Yes, that's certainly one way of looking at things." She's really not one to take offense, or even tell him that he's wrong, since he's not. "Though in my experience, combination of the two has proven somewhat efficient."
wow i lost this notif #thanksobama
"What's your experience?"