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Characters: Signless, Disciple, Dolorosa, Helmsman and Psii [CLOSED]
Date: Any time from Dolorosa's arrival to the present
Format: Whichever!
Content Warnings: None for now
Summary: Life in the holy bros hive

It's not the easiest of arrangements, each of them having different rooms to stay in scattered about, but they've made it work somehow. Helmsman tucked in comfortably in a bed and Di and Signless bedding down on the floor next to him along with frequent visits to Psii to make sure that he's okay. And then Dolorosa arrived and took charge of mothercluckbeasting all of them, and with the amount of time they all spend trying to be close to each other...well. They're going to need to step up their efforts at getting their own place.

But in the meantime they're together, and that makes just about anything bearable.

((ooc: go ahead and post individual threads, just mark the where and when and whether they're open to the whole family or meant for someone in particular!))

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[He'd NOPE so hard at the idea of cuddling, except it doesn't even cross his mind.]

Permithion to obtherve uther Di'th drawing?

Edited (dammit html) 2012-09-23 09:07 (UTC)

[He could at least sit down next to her!]

Of course you can see them! Would you like me to draw something just for you?

[He floats a little closer to get a better look at her book.]

Jutht for Thythtem? Uther Di wisheth to make data available only to Thythtem?

[What the hell. But he's not one to oppose an admin's wishes. Only try to be useful. He floats his mirror over.]

Thythtem can uthe native communicationth devithe to backup phythical data. If uther wisheth.

[She smiles and nods, tipping her book to the side so that he can get a look at the drawing. Signless with a few wigglers gathered around him, some looking wary but all trying to get close to him anyway.]

Yes. Yes, I'd like to do that.

[She watches him float the mirror over, looking curious.]

Backup data? How?

[It seems familiar, but... He looks away quickly, because of a small pain in his head.]

Devithe ith capable of thtoring vithual data. Thythtem can record uther Di'th data should the phythical copy be damaged.

Oh, I see! That would be very kind of you, Psii. If you'd like to do some of the drawings I've finished, I'll start on yours, does that sound okay to you?

[She's more excited by the idea than she lets on; making copies of Signless' words would reassure her that they wouldn't be lost no matter what happens to her or her book. But that's something to think about and discuss with Signless later on. For now, she sets her mind to sketching yet again.]

Doeth uther Di wish to encrypt data ath well?

[He's noticed she has a tendency to kind of guard this book with her life. Is it because this is her only copy, or does she not want others to see...? People are weird.]

Encrypt it? Well, I want anyone to be able to see it, but not to change it, if that's what you mean?

[What are technological terms...]

Thythtem will apply read-only propertieth. Pleathe enter pathword twithe to confirm.

[He offers his mirror for her to type.]

Uhm...just any password?

[She looks at the mirror thoughtfully.]

Thythtem will alert uther if pathword ithn't thtrong.

[After a moment more she types something in. What do you think, Helmsman, is "Signlessispawesome" a strong enough password?]

Pathword should contain numberth--

[He closes his eyes, but the pain in his head leaves as quickly as it came. These errors are becoming commonplace. It frustrates him that he simply cannot erase the corrupt "data" in his head.]

...Thythtem cannot thtore pathword. Uther Di will have to thtore it thomewhere elthe. In cathe pathword ith forgotten, Thythtem will not be able to athitht.

...I'll choose a different one, if that'll be easier for you to remember?

[Psii, she wants to hug you so bad right now. She hates seeing him this way.]

Uther mutht choothe a different pathword only if uther wisheth Thythtem to thtore it.

[Dammit he malfunctioned again...]

[She thinks a moment longer and then grins as she enters 'kittiesandbeesfurever']

Pathword thtored. Would uther like to begin data backup?

[But before she can respond, another question leaves him unbidden.]

Uther Di enjoyth catth and beeth?

[Disciple beams at that - she'd hoped it would get through to him somehow!]

I do! They're two of my very favourite things. What about you?

[Well it wasn't hard to read. No numbers even, he almost wants to suggest a stronger password.]

Thythtem? Thythtem preferentheth? [What is even.] Thythtem dithplayth thettingth according to which uther ith uthing Thythtem.

[She was going to add her usual '33' quirk to bees, but Psii always used to complain so much when she did that...

Also she really needs to learn how to phrase things in Helmsman-ese.]

Not settings, I just mean...do you like bees? And cats? I can make your drawing of them, if you wanted.

[He's not programmed to want. Pester users for software he may need, yes, but WANT? At a loss, he goes for the first thing that pops in his bifurcated head.]

Yeth.

[She smiles, already planning out the drawing in her head.]

Okay! I'll make sure it's done by the time we move to a new hive.

[Doing things outside helmsman protocol is awkward, but he feels he must say something. He tries the standard user response:]

Thank... you...

[He thought the words would be strange, but his lips know this movement somehow. It feels right to say, to her at least.]

You're very welcome, Psii.

[She's just going to reach out, slowly, so as not to startle him, hoping to give his shoulder a gently encouraging squeeze.]

[Oh no, it's her weird affection thing. She always does this. He tries his very best not to panic as he watches her hand slowly move toward him.

[When her hand touches his shoulder, he slams shut his eyes. His nerves expect to feel pain and even try to tell him so. But does it actually hurt? No. Today he will not flinch away. Today he...

[...completely shrinks and floats a few feet away. It is hard to speak. His throat malfunctions and tightens too much.]

Thythtem apologitheth.