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V. IC CONTACT (RETIRED)
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[ He nods, and obligingly closes his eyes to pull her into his mind. Cheria Barnes, pink hair, sweet, works in the Clinic... he glances over again. ]
Like that?
Like that?
Thank you. [ He steps toward the airlock doors, frowns at them, and just barely manages to avoid rolling his eyes. This space stuff is a headache, man. ]
Do you know how to open these, or should I call on AI?
Do you know how to open these, or should I call on AI?
[he steps toward a doorlock panel, hovering his hand and debating on simply shorting it out to work, but...let's not break everything. tap, tap...luckily, no password needed.
the doors open to a small room and other doors.]
Once these close, the others will open. [he is quick to reach and grab Ashraf by the arm before he can move forward, eyes wincing a little at the influx of emotion that comes from that.]
You owe me nothing, but even so. As a friend...Please come to me when this is all over.
[he lets go.] Now go.
the doors open to a small room and other doors.]
Once these close, the others will open. [he is quick to reach and grab Ashraf by the arm before he can move forward, eyes wincing a little at the influx of emotion that comes from that.]
You owe me nothing, but even so. As a friend...Please come to me when this is all over.
[he lets go.] Now go.
[ It's a tiny smile, but warm, and he's not sure he can manage more than that right now. ]
I will, promise.
[ Then the smile fades away again as the doors open, and with one more breath, he strides through. ]
I will, promise.
[ Then the smile fades away again as the doors open, and with one more breath, he strides through. ]
[breathe. focus. make that shield count...make it able to withstand at least one sword blow.
and hit that button and let him out into that horrible, vacant frontier.
Blue's mind will follow him, steer him toward the path of anguish Koltira's thoughts left behind.]
and hit that button and let him out into that horrible, vacant frontier.
Blue's mind will follow him, steer him toward the path of anguish Koltira's thoughts left behind.]
Hey, Blue? [There's a tinniness to his voice that means yes, Jaime is suited up.
(Child, you need to get out of that bugsuit sometime).]
Sorry to bug you, but... I was wondering if there was anything else you could tell me about what you heard from the clones? I've been trying to do more research on them, and. [And the results haven't been happy ones.]
Uh. Just get back to me if you can.
(Child, you need to get out of that bugsuit sometime).]
Sorry to bug you, but... I was wondering if there was anything else you could tell me about what you heard from the clones? I've been trying to do more research on them, and. [And the results haven't been happy ones.]
Uh. Just get back to me if you can.
[Having already been given the invitation, Jaime doesn't bother knocking when he opens the door, which makes the sensation of Blue staring right at the door a little bit eerie.
Was he just staring at the door this entire time? Was it because he took too long getting here?]
Uh... hey.
[He waves, and his shoulders relax a little bit when he sees that they're alone. Powering down sounds like a relief just about now. He hasn't been getting many breaks from the bugsuit.]
Was he just staring at the door this entire time? Was it because he took too long getting here?]
Uh... hey.
[He waves, and his shoulders relax a little bit when he sees that they're alone. Powering down sounds like a relief just about now. He hasn't been getting many breaks from the bugsuit.]
[he nods, still quiet. that armor's a lot different when you're much more coherent and less dying. it's a strange configuration to him, and...bug isn't really what comes to mind; he isn't too acquainted with insects in a whole.]
What name do you wish to be called right now?
What name do you wish to be called right now?
Jaime's fine. I could actually use a break from the suit.
[He's found himself inhabiting it more and more often, even if he's only using text on the network. It's a way to ground himself in the name, to remind himself how to act - something he failed at with Sollux, something he'll need to work on. Still, he likes to inhabit his own skin as much as he can.
Even if the way the suit sinks into his skin is utterly normal to him by now, he likes to give people a little warning before he changes. It's only polite.] Taking it off is kinda gross though, so you might wanna look away.
[He goes ahead and powers down after that, left clad in the loose t-shirt and jeans combination he's infinitely more comfortable shuffling around in.]
[He's found himself inhabiting it more and more often, even if he's only using text on the network. It's a way to ground himself in the name, to remind himself how to act - something he failed at with Sollux, something he'll need to work on. Still, he likes to inhabit his own skin as much as he can.
Even if the way the suit sinks into his skin is utterly normal to him by now, he likes to give people a little warning before he changes. It's only polite.] Taking it off is kinda gross though, so you might wanna look away.
[He goes ahead and powers down after that, left clad in the loose t-shirt and jeans combination he's infinitely more comfortable shuffling around in.]
[Blue goes ahead and doesn't look away, because even in starting the noises all that material makes in deconstructing and melting away.
the sounds aren't unlike Collette's morph, but the sight is a lot less horror show. even so, his expression is rather tight with a want to be...y'know. concerned.]
...Does it hurt you?
the sounds aren't unlike Collette's morph, but the sight is a lot less horror show. even so, his expression is rather tight with a want to be...y'know. concerned.]
...Does it hurt you?
Nah. Not anymore. [His tone is flippant, too used to suiting up and powering down to even pay attention to whatever unpleasantness comes with it. It doesn't really hurt him anymore, truly, though there is something of a burning. If Jaime had ever drank - which he hasn't - he would describe it as not unlike the feel of liquor as it warms one's chest.]
[his brow knits for a moment. not anymore, is it? something to file away, prod about later...
for now, he wants to remain true to Jaime's request.
he gestures for him to sit...somewhere. the rooms are small, unfortunately.]
Do you remember what I told you of that experience? Perceiving the mind of one of those soldiers.
for now, he wants to remain true to Jaime's request.
he gestures for him to sit...somewhere. the rooms are small, unfortunately.]
Do you remember what I told you of that experience? Perceiving the mind of one of those soldiers.
[Jaime looks around the room for a moment before settling on perching on the edge of the bed across from Blue.]
That it was overwhelming, yeah. I remember. I was just wondering if there was anything in there we could use.
[Beyond the proof of their sentience, of course, which is really the most important thing there is. It would be easier, perhaps, without that knowledge to simply say that they ought to erase the clones from existence and be done with it.]
That it was overwhelming, yeah. I remember. I was just wondering if there was anything in there we could use.
[Beyond the proof of their sentience, of course, which is really the most important thing there is. It would be easier, perhaps, without that knowledge to simply say that they ought to erase the clones from existence and be done with it.]
[he contemplates that, turning a notion over in his head.
he gives Jaime an appraising look, trying to fit him in with that notion.
treading carefully:] I've mentioned before how abstract an experience it was. It has as much to do with the mystery of those soldiers themselves as it does with my psionic abilities. It is like trying to describe the color red to a man blind since birth.
[a slight pause.] The only difference being, I have the ability to give some sense of that color, as it were, to someone who cannot see it alone.
If you wish to "see" what I have witnesses, it can be done.
he gives Jaime an appraising look, trying to fit him in with that notion.
treading carefully:] I've mentioned before how abstract an experience it was. It has as much to do with the mystery of those soldiers themselves as it does with my psionic abilities. It is like trying to describe the color red to a man blind since birth.
[a slight pause.] The only difference being, I have the ability to give some sense of that color, as it were, to someone who cannot see it alone.
If you wish to "see" what I have witnesses, it can be done.
[Jaime's first reaction is uncertainty. The offer that Blue is making here is a valuable one, he can see that from a technical point of view, but he's never been in anyone else's head before. Not like this, not with this much suffering.
But then he remembers Sollux's words - I thought you could handle this, but maybe not - and he nods, making his decision. This is important.]
How does it work?
But then he remembers Sollux's words - I thought you could handle this, but maybe not - and he nods, making his decision. This is important.]
How does it work?
[his hands are folded in his lap. they uncurl from each other, and Blue turns one over, palm-up.]
You take hold of my hand, and I can synchronize my thoughtwaves with the speed of yours...giving you the memory I hold.
[he gives Jaime a steady, hardened look.] But you must understand. Doing this...for me, is like walking into a pool of water. Your own thoughts and memories are the water itself, and it is rather impossible to not get wet. You have to push what things trouble or linger too closely in your heart and mind aside and think only of this.
You take hold of my hand, and I can synchronize my thoughtwaves with the speed of yours...giving you the memory I hold.
[he gives Jaime a steady, hardened look.] But you must understand. Doing this...for me, is like walking into a pool of water. Your own thoughts and memories are the water itself, and it is rather impossible to not get wet. You have to push what things trouble or linger too closely in your heart and mind aside and think only of this.
I'll take that as a "not quite," then.
[ there's a softness to her voice, more self-effacing than anything else in tone, but it only becomes gentler when she continues speaking.
there's no effort given to the charade, now. ]
... I saw your message. About Physis. Has she... has she returned, yet?
[ there's a softness to her voice, more self-effacing than anything else in tone, but it only becomes gentler when she continues speaking.
there's no effort given to the charade, now. ]
... I saw your message. About Physis. Has she... has she returned, yet?
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