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ataraxionlogs2016-02-05 11:06 pm
cannotforget) wrote in ataraxionlogs2016-02-05 11:06 pm
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CHARACTERS: Leo Elster and anyone who sees him.
LOCATION: Basecamp, then medical bay inside the ship.
WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and open wounds.
SUMMARY: Leo heads back to the ship to charge.
NOTES: Feel free to run into him either on his way to the ship or once he's already there!
[Everything that had been happening in the camp had left Leo with a good distraction to go and take care of the biggest issue he had in this strange world. He didn’t care so much about the people that came back, and while the contact with the new strangers would’ve usually caught his attention more, his biggest worry was making sure that his brain didn’t stop working because of the lack of power. The electricity grid he was working on with Tony was coming along nicely, yes, but it still had some ways to go. So the only thing Leo had left was what he had been using since he’d arrived, despite it being far from the best of safest method.
When it’s late enough for almost everyone to be asleep (or at least so thinks Leo) he leaves the small tent he had claimed for himself with his backpack over his shoulder. He’s careful as he leaves towards what’s left of the ship and into the medical bay and straight to one of the emergency lights. He takes a cable out of his bag, along with a shirt he uses to take off the light bulb. After he connects one end of the cable to the wall, he lifts the left side of his shirt and moves away the blood covered bandages. Keeping it open had been another challenge, a quite painful one since the nanite tattoo kept trying to heal the wound with whatever power it had in it. His fingers dig over the wound a little until he pulls out a couple of wires from it and, after letting a sigh out, Leo connects the other end of the cable to it.
It’s hard not to groan a little when the feeling of electricity running under his skin starts again, despite it being far from something new to him. He lowers himself to the floor, closing his eyes and sitting down while he waits to get some energy in him.]
LOCATION: Basecamp, then medical bay inside the ship.
WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and open wounds.
SUMMARY: Leo heads back to the ship to charge.
NOTES: Feel free to run into him either on his way to the ship or once he's already there!
[Everything that had been happening in the camp had left Leo with a good distraction to go and take care of the biggest issue he had in this strange world. He didn’t care so much about the people that came back, and while the contact with the new strangers would’ve usually caught his attention more, his biggest worry was making sure that his brain didn’t stop working because of the lack of power. The electricity grid he was working on with Tony was coming along nicely, yes, but it still had some ways to go. So the only thing Leo had left was what he had been using since he’d arrived, despite it being far from the best of safest method.
When it’s late enough for almost everyone to be asleep (or at least so thinks Leo) he leaves the small tent he had claimed for himself with his backpack over his shoulder. He’s careful as he leaves towards what’s left of the ship and into the medical bay and straight to one of the emergency lights. He takes a cable out of his bag, along with a shirt he uses to take off the light bulb. After he connects one end of the cable to the wall, he lifts the left side of his shirt and moves away the blood covered bandages. Keeping it open had been another challenge, a quite painful one since the nanite tattoo kept trying to heal the wound with whatever power it had in it. His fingers dig over the wound a little until he pulls out a couple of wires from it and, after letting a sigh out, Leo connects the other end of the cable to it.
It’s hard not to groan a little when the feeling of electricity running under his skin starts again, despite it being far from something new to him. He lowers himself to the floor, closing his eyes and sitting down while he waits to get some energy in him.]
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[Shifting her weight to one side, she folds her arms over her chest, her eyes flicking from the wires and then back to him.]
You synthetic or something? [Yes, they have those back in her world, being partially synthetic herself.]
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[If she doesn't want to answer, he doesn't mind. He would probably do the same if the roles were reversed. But then she mentions a synthetic and he's left stunned for a bit. So she's familiar with synths...? So far she was the first, that he knew about. Only he doesn't know if both terms mean the same.]
I don't bleed blue, so I'd say no.
[Not entirely, at least.]
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[What? You were expecting something more? Too bad.
[And then she squints.] The hell is "blue"?
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[He shrugs. Maybe it would've been easier to just assume that whatever she called synthetic wasn't the same thing he was thinking about.]
Apparently your synthetics aren't like the ones where I am from.
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[Many of the synthetics from her world are a special kind of sadistic. Red blood is more traumatizing to see spilled than blue.]
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The synthetics from your world. They can think and feel?
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[She shrugs.]
Am living proof that it's possible.
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[Sorry, Rey, give him a second while he processes that.]
You are a synth?
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[That's her immediate response, but then she sighs and rolls her eyes upwards.]
Yes. Well, sort of. Am more of a mix between synthetic and organic.
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[He thinks for a moment, thinking over what to do. In the end, he can't help but smile a little. There was somebody else that was like him... He never thought he'd meet someone like that.]
We have more in common than I thought.
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[She gestures at the cable and wires connecting to Leo.
[Her arms then cross over her chest.] Don't really need to plug into anything, though. Why do you?
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It's just part of my brain that's synthetic. If I don't charge, it stops working and I die. Why don't you have to charge?
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Am a powerhouse that doesn't need to "recharge". Would defeat the purpose, anyway -- wasn't meant to be self-aware of being partially synthetic.
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[Because really, having to charge, especially in this situation, is more trouble than anything else.]
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Not so much when you've been tricked for nearly a century into thinking you're human.
[And then dying over and over again, especially when you became even remotely self-aware.
[LE SHRUG.]
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[Excuse him if he has a hard time believing that, even though he shouldn't. Maybe humans really did live for that long in her world.]
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[Not to mention living horrible lives until, more often than not, they died some horrible death.]
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...That's fucked up.
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[This has got to be her motto now or something.]
In any case, have all their memories now. Better than not having any. [She's experienced what it's like not to have memories. To feel empty, like she was missing something. Rey would rather have the cards currently dealt to her with the occasional confusion of sharing memories with several different women, than to have none at all.]
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[If memories of his life burdens him enough... Just the thought of having multiple lives and also the process of having them wiped out? It's terrible, really.]
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[Mind, they're not all sunshine and kittens, but whose life is around here?]
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Good point.