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re_alignment_logs2012-07-21 07:07 pm
vandalization) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-21 07:07 pm
Ave Maria [OPEN]
WHO: Karrie (VANDAL) and YOU!
WHERE: The Medbay; Solus Temple.
WHEN Sunday morning
WHAT: Vandal, awake and having broken her fever, is no longer in immediate danger of dying, so she decides to keep her hands busy.
WARNINGS: ... She's got a foul mouth when she's upset, but otherwise she's pretty tame. Also slight disturbing imagery.
Waking up in a hospital that's built for creatures far larger than yourself is jarring in and of it's own right. And Karrie is entirely impressed that she is waking up at all. Maybe this isn't a dream? She feels clear headed enough. And the pain tells her that she's very awake.
Can you have dreams inside of dreams? The desert... the white
She shakes her head, sliding off the small "bed" that had been made for her and fetching her Rig which was neatly laid out nearby. The wound at her side had been stitched. She could still feel broken ribs, though. Those would take time to heal, but this place is far too strange. Surreal... to be left unexplored. At least there's no necromorphs scuttling after her here. Not that she'd seen, anyways.
Nobody around. No robots. But signs of them. She slips out into open air outside, finishing gingerly putting her rig and helmet on. She may be safe now, but who the hell knows what's out here?
She won't stray far, rather balking at the idea of earning Ratchet's ire. Instead she wanders just as far as the edge of the junk pile, poking around for a while. Thinking.
She has to think. Despite not knowing what to even do with herself. She needs a focus. Needs to ask questions.
She begins gathering a few things here and there, and after about thirty minutes she's back in the med bay with a small bag full of what appears to be useless parts. Dumping them on the floor and sitting down like a kid with some brand new legos.
In an hour, the junk she'd picked up has been assembled into two box-like devices and set up on platforms at either corner of the room. And she's fiddling now with a smaller something- like TV remote, the holo-screen of her RIG floating in front of her, and the tools from her belt storage spread out around her amongst the left over, but neatly-sorted scraps of wire, batteries and little bits of tape that she'd scrounged up.
WHERE: The Medbay; Solus Temple.
WHEN Sunday morning
WHAT: Vandal, awake and having broken her fever, is no longer in immediate danger of dying, so she decides to keep her hands busy.
WARNINGS: ... She's got a foul mouth when she's upset, but otherwise she's pretty tame. Also slight disturbing imagery.
DO YOU SWEAR TO FOLLOW THE TEACHINGS OF UNITOLOGY?
I DO.
DO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ALTMAN FOR HIS SERVICES TO OUR CAUSE, AS OUR SHEPHERD INTO THE PATH OF ASCENSION?
I DO
WELCOME TO THE CHURCH, MISS NORTON, WE ARE HONORED TO HAVE YOU AMONGST OUR GATHERING, PRAISE BE TO ALTMAN FOR DELIVERING YOU UNTO OUR CHURCH. MAY THE MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER MARKER BLESS YOU, KARRIE NOW AND F O R E V . . .
Waking up in a hospital that's built for creatures far larger than yourself is jarring in and of it's own right. And Karrie is entirely impressed that she is waking up at all. Maybe this isn't a dream? She feels clear headed enough. And the pain tells her that she's very awake.
She shakes her head, sliding off the small "bed" that had been made for her and fetching her Rig which was neatly laid out nearby. The wound at her side had been stitched. She could still feel broken ribs, though. Those would take time to heal, but this place is far too strange. Surreal... to be left unexplored. At least there's no necromorphs scuttling after her here. Not that she'd seen, anyways.
Nobody around. No robots. But signs of them. She slips out into open air outside, finishing gingerly putting her rig and helmet on. She may be safe now, but who the hell knows what's out here?
She won't stray far, rather balking at the idea of earning Ratchet's ire. Instead she wanders just as far as the edge of the junk pile, poking around for a while. Thinking.
She has to think. Despite not knowing what to even do with herself. She needs a focus. Needs to ask questions.
She begins gathering a few things here and there, and after about thirty minutes she's back in the med bay with a small bag full of what appears to be useless parts. Dumping them on the floor and sitting down like a kid with some brand new legos.
In an hour, the junk she'd picked up has been assembled into two box-like devices and set up on platforms at either corner of the room. And she's fiddling now with a smaller something- like TV remote, the holo-screen of her RIG floating in front of her, and the tools from her belt storage spread out around her amongst the left over, but neatly-sorted scraps of wire, batteries and little bits of tape that she'd scrounged up.
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"Drift? Yes I suppose I do." With the swords and white armor and all. Still, it's almost like that's the last thing he expects this woman to say. "We ah, I spent some time training him in martial combat." Yup, that totally explains it all. Okay, not really.
"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
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"Kind if hard not to. Not used to you guys lumbering around. This... has been really weird, to be perfectly honest."
They don't know jack about her, and likewise.
"Makes sense you two would know each other. You guys don't look like any of the other ones I've seen. Your size, structure, frame builds..."
Not that she's seen many, but they seemed to have a similar build. Excuse her while she lapses into the more nitty gritty admiration that only an engineer could appreciate. She resists the urge to get up and start prodding around his ankles. That would probably be rude or something. Who knows.
"I'm... fine as I can be. I suppose company wouldn't be bad. Too quiet here."
And too loud inside her head.
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Everyone had a lot to learn abut each other, the culture mix was more than eclectic at this point.
"I hail from an isolated colony world. Drift was rebuilt while he was with us." Allusions of a greater tale there, impossible to hide.
At her invitation, he moves nearer and takes a seat against the wall.
"I suppose that's the trouble with medibays, quiet is the norm but it does nothing for the restless." He tilts his head curiously. "What is it that you're working on.
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His question turns her attention back towards the equipment she had been fiddling with.
"What- this? Just something that I can play music through. Just to lighten up the place a bit."
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Wing shifts a bit so he can address her better, one wrist draped over an upraised knee.
"Music? That's wonderful! I love music myself, but it comes in so many forms. You have some of it with you I assume, from your home world?"
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Right. Giant sword-toting robots. Ask a silly question, she supposes. It's so strange, the gestures these robots made sometimes. How they sat, how they moved. It seemed strangely human at times. There was no doubt they were truly alive in every sense of the word.
"Yeah? Do you? I have some. Just some of the sample stuff that they give you by default on my RIG drive. Just a playlist or two of my own."
She presses a few buttons on the remote she had in hand, bringing up a small VI display from a cartridge on her wrist. After a few seceltions have been made, music wafts, crackling from the speakers she'd repaired.
"Mind you, this is old even by my standards. But you seem like a Frank Sinatra kind of guy."
sfjkagh;asjdfj--That song. XD I will now blame Sinatra for Wing and Drift taking so long!
Wing adjusts the Great Sword, moving from it's place to cradle against the inside of his shoulder so he can sit more comfortably. He settles down, his focus intent while he listens to the music, a smile spreading slowly over his face.
"Old perhaps but such a range of expression. The mood it captures...I rather like it. Thank you for sharing!"
Hahah WOOPS
"Glad you approve."
She'll leave it to play.
"So that's how you guys met? Sheesh. Some way to make a friend."
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"I wouldn't mind hearing more at some point later. Human culture seems pretty colorful."
Way to make a friend indeed. You have noooo idea Vandal. Not yet anyway. "Better to make a friend than the alternative," which was pretty gruesome really. "It turned out to be better for him in the end."
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It'll give her something to do.
"Yeah, I guess so." A pause and she thinks it over.
"How do you mean?"
HAHAHA NECRO TAG, actually maybe wrap this is a few more....?
He considers a moment. It wasn't really his place to speak in dept on Drift's past.
"It gave him an opportunity to rethink some of his earlier choices. He's on a different path now. A better one." He smiles. "You;ll have to ask him if you want details though."