[He pushes the door to the back room open, and it immediately becomes apparent that this is the part of the building he's living in. What used to be an sizable office for the game room has become his personal quarters: there's a couch on one wall, and a desk on the opposite, one with a terminal very much like the ones they have back in the Commonwealth. The far end of the room has a bed along it, which might come across as an odd choice, given he doesn't have to sleep. The walls aren't exactly decorated, but they do feature an array of notes and charts, almost all pertaining to the Guard patrol routes. On a couple of nails above his desk is an unremarkable saber, something he uses to save on bullets. Closer to the door are a couple of sitting chairs, as well as a small table with a fishbowl in the center.
It's not much, but it's home for now. It's clear the moment they walk in that they're not alone -- the fish aside, there's a glow from under the bed where a single, vibrant eye watches the two of them.]
Save for the occasional odd look or question about whether or not I'm a feature of the city, most people don't think too much of it. Or they didn't until the Null came to town. Thankfully, I'd been around long enough by then that they knew where I stood. Took the gods longer to come around.
[With good reason.]
Frankly, we're not the most unusual residents here. Not the only mechanical ones, either.
[ Hey, even if he doesn't have to sleep, maybe he likes lying down? Technically DiMA has no specific need to sit but he does it anyway. So he won't question the furniture, and the Guard notes and weaponry make sense... really the only thing he pays specific attention to is the fish, and when he leans in to examine it more closely also notices the glowing eye under the bed. DiMA blinks, straightens up, and crosses over to whatever creature is hiding there instead. ]
Then I'm lucky to have arrived after you, and others of a mechanical nature, did the hard work for me.
[ What is under the bed..??? DiMA is still focused on the conversation, but is also offering skeletal fingers to whatever's there. ]
Oh? I've met a few mechanical folk already. Who would you say is more unusual?
[As DiMA entices the one-eyed creature under the bed, Nick straightens some of the papers on his desk, trying to busy himself and make the place just a little more hospitable. It's not a stifling distance he puts between himself and his presumed brother, but it's evident enough he's still gauging how to handle this whole situation, as well as deciding just how much of his life here he wants to offer up for scrutiny to this person who knows him from another time. How different is he from the Nick that DiMA knows? How have his experiences in Hadriel shaped him?
Nick could say loads about that, but maybe later.]
There's at least one fella here who is a genuine alien. Covered in ice, couldn't pass for anything even close to human in a million years. A good guy, though. That's what really matters.
[And speaking of unusual characters, a single, ratty paw lashes out at DiMA's fingers, batting them playfully before darting back under the bed.]
[ DiMA couldn't quite make an assessment of that yet, honestly, though Nick could ask. He's already noted several differences and mentioned the most striking one -- the fact that they're having this conversation so amicably in the first place. ]
An alien? Seems we really do get pulled in from all over, I met one who might call himself something similar as well. Though I'm sure your friend is... nicer.
[ Starscream was friendly enough to him, being mechanical, but there was an undercurrent of speciesism DiMA hadn't been certain how to navigate as a fellow newcomer. ]
Hopefully he'll come to understand that humans aren-- oh. [ ....kitty??? ] Hello there, little one.
[Nick glances DiMA's way as he interrupts himself, seeing how he's let his hand linger at the shadows under the bed.]
Is that where you've been hiding.
[That's more of a question than a statement, and one made to the cat rather than his guest. He digs through the draw at the front of his desk, pulling out a stick with feather and a toy mouse attached to it, passing it DiMA's way. The second the toy is out of the drawer, Tripod edges toward the light just a little bit more, the distinct of shape of a cat -- a one-eyed, three-legged cat who sets off internal Geiger counters with his presence, but a cat nonetheless -- visible at border of the shadow.]
The alien I'm talking about is out at sea right now, out with a group on a scavenger hunt for pieces of some artifact. You might see him around the water sometimes when he gets back. He's on the Guard with me, and keeps an eye out for anything lurking in the depths.
[ What's this his brother is passing him? DiMA accepts the stick, and while he might not have specific experience using cat toys it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how this one works. Especially since the creature under the bed is coming forward with its single glowing eye focused on the dangling mouse.
And so, a broken-down old robot is kneeling on the floor of Nick's room, wiggling a stick to make the toy on the end dance for his pet. With a hint of a smile on his face, even. ]
Here. Would you like to come out?
[ He wants to meet the kitty! But will keep up the more important conversation as well, of course. ]
I did hear about the expedition, yes. Perhaps I'll meet him when he returns. The individual I was referring to sounded quite disparaging about any species -- or perhaps even group with that, all the names he used were unknown to me -- besides his own. Still, polite enough.
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Date: 2018-10-05 02:23 am (UTC)[He pushes the door to the back room open, and it immediately becomes apparent that this is the part of the building he's living in. What used to be an sizable office for the game room has become his personal quarters: there's a couch on one wall, and a desk on the opposite, one with a terminal very much like the ones they have back in the Commonwealth. The far end of the room has a bed along it, which might come across as an odd choice, given he doesn't have to sleep. The walls aren't exactly decorated, but they do feature an array of notes and charts, almost all pertaining to the Guard patrol routes. On a couple of nails above his desk is an unremarkable saber, something he uses to save on bullets. Closer to the door are a couple of sitting chairs, as well as a small table with a fishbowl in the center.
It's not much, but it's home for now. It's clear the moment they walk in that they're not alone -- the fish aside, there's a glow from under the bed where a single, vibrant eye watches the two of them.]
Save for the occasional odd look or question about whether or not I'm a feature of the city, most people don't think too much of it. Or they didn't until the Null came to town. Thankfully, I'd been around long enough by then that they knew where I stood. Took the gods longer to come around.
[With good reason.]
Frankly, we're not the most unusual residents here. Not the only mechanical ones, either.
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Date: 2018-10-21 03:08 am (UTC)Then I'm lucky to have arrived after you, and others of a mechanical nature, did the hard work for me.
[ What is under the bed..??? DiMA is still focused on the conversation, but is also offering skeletal fingers to whatever's there. ]
Oh? I've met a few mechanical folk already. Who would you say is more unusual?
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Date: 2018-10-21 03:38 am (UTC)Nick could say loads about that, but maybe later.]
There's at least one fella here who is a genuine alien. Covered in ice, couldn't pass for anything even close to human in a million years. A good guy, though. That's what really matters.
[And speaking of unusual characters, a single, ratty paw lashes out at DiMA's fingers, batting them playfully before darting back under the bed.]
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Date: 2018-10-21 05:06 am (UTC)An alien? Seems we really do get pulled in from all over, I met one who might call himself something similar as well. Though I'm sure your friend is... nicer.
[ Starscream was friendly enough to him, being mechanical, but there was an undercurrent of speciesism DiMA hadn't been certain how to navigate as a fellow newcomer. ]
Hopefully he'll come to understand that humans aren-- oh. [ ....kitty??? ] Hello there, little one.
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Date: 2018-10-21 05:38 am (UTC)Is that where you've been hiding.
[That's more of a question than a statement, and one made to the cat rather than his guest. He digs through the draw at the front of his desk, pulling out a stick with feather and a toy mouse attached to it, passing it DiMA's way. The second the toy is out of the drawer, Tripod edges toward the light just a little bit more, the distinct of shape of a cat -- a one-eyed, three-legged cat who sets off internal Geiger counters with his presence, but a cat nonetheless -- visible at border of the shadow.]
The alien I'm talking about is out at sea right now, out with a group on a scavenger hunt for pieces of some artifact. You might see him around the water sometimes when he gets back. He's on the Guard with me, and keeps an eye out for anything lurking in the depths.
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Date: 2018-10-26 09:39 pm (UTC)And so, a broken-down old robot is kneeling on the floor of Nick's room, wiggling a stick to make the toy on the end dance for his pet. With a hint of a smile on his face, even. ]
Here. Would you like to come out?
[ He wants to meet the kitty! But will keep up the more important conversation as well, of course. ]
I did hear about the expedition, yes. Perhaps I'll meet him when he returns. The individual I was referring to sounded quite disparaging about any species -- or perhaps even group with that, all the names he used were unknown to me -- besides his own. Still, polite enough.