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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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She'd told him to sleep, but it's not like he could even if he wanted to. He was really starting to get frustrated with how he's pretty much been put on lockdown by all the women in his life, even if he did appreciate how much the worried for him. At least with the Helmsman around to care for he didn't feel so useless.

But no, exhausted as he was, his guardian was out there. On her way, hopefully, and he was pacing impatiently. Listening for once, rather than rush out to find her. He kept telling himself that this place was safer, kinder than where they came from. It didn't really help that much though.

[With the Dolorosa here and with a bit more money and things to trade on her person, there has been a bit more to spend for essentials. She always makes sure to let the others know when she is going out and how long it should be before they start getting worried- the same sort of tactics they often employed back on Alternia.]

[It's during one of these outings that she returns. All the groceries and clothing are in her sylladex, but in her hands... There are some papers. Heading to their small kitchen, she begins to organize things even as she calls out into the rest of the house.]

I have returned. I know some of you have been feeling restless, so I looked into a few opportunities, if you're interested. Also, I managed to have enough on my person to purchase a few delectable treats. We can have them after our dinner.

Finally, there's a sound from the door. Some jiggling of the lock before it swings open, and Dolorosa is carefully peering inside. The entire walk through, she had carried her lipstick in her hand and rushed to reach the door Psi had indicated. Her heart is beating hard in her chest, and when she sees her boy-

The door is thrown open, and she rushes to embrace Signless as hard as she can.

Signless turns his head when the door opens, hood down away from his face. His eyes are wide and exhausted, but that spark that always drives him was still there. Stifled and choked some, but stubbornly burning on. He barely has a chance to react before his guardian is on him.

His gasps harshly against her shoulder, wrapping his bandaged arms tightly around her. The grip of his hands is far weaker by comparison, but that doesn't stop him from curling his fingers into her cloak.

The greatest torture had been not knowing what had become of her. The highbloods had been more than happy to give him various, horrible ideas, all of which are tearing through his mind and heart right now.

[OOC: OPEN because Helmsman needs someone to validate this pink alien's claim that he is a friend. After that, twinsies moments!

[He allowed Signless and Disciple to tend to his organic needs, as he had designated them temporary system administrators. But he is still very wary of strangers. He gives a start in bed when he sees a pink-fleshed alien enter the temporary respiteblock.]

Uthername?

[Helmsman is wary, as with any stranger entering the room where he's been told to rest. Yes, stranger. The Condesce's striking of the rebellion from all records was thorough, especially in her helmsman. Without her powerful presence, though, little tendrils of familiarity creep at the back of his mind.]

Uthername?

"I'm here, I'm here.." Making small shooshing sounds, she wraps her arms about him. Her other dress, all rough now and covered in blood, she'd put away. Her dress right now is a bit simpler but still familiar to Signless, or at least it should be. Her fingers, slender but rough, thread through his hair.

"Safe and sound, safe and back to you. Everything is going to be alright from now on."

[It had taken a lot to steel herself before entering this room. Actually seeing the state that wretched witch put him in... For just a brief second, Dolorosa thinks she will falter. Thinks she will not be able to do it. But she perseveres, smiling gently as she gently closes the door behind her. Hopefully the hurt in her eyes isn't apparent.]

I have been told you are currently experiencing some sort of complicated computer issues with... usernames. So perhaps if we stick to something of considerably less length than my official title, you will remember it with a bit more success and we can work our way up from there. Will 'Rim' do?

[Her tongue rolls just a bit on the 'r'. Signless used to chirp it out to her, and while she's not sure why he would call his "lusus" such a thing, it's always seem to stuck, and those close to them have known it.]

May I come closer?

[Never without his mirror, he floats out of the respiteblock with it hovering behind him. Psionics tap it as he edits lines of code. This is a very relaxing activity.]

Doeth uther require athithtanthe with thupplieth?

[It is, admittedly, a bit nice to see their Psiioniic a bit more active. Dolorosa knows he still hasn't recovered mentally, or emotionally, but activity is good. Her smile to him is particularly bright.]

If you are positive of your ability to multiclass and your current constitution, then I would not disagree with help.

[She taps one nail on a piece of paper as she turns to put away some jelly in the fridge.]

I also believe I have found something that is perhaps helpful in keeping your mind busy and active if that is something you are interested in. I believe you expressed some desire to help around the hive.

It's obvious that he's trying very hard to force his breathing even and steady, to keep from breaking down into tears like a wiggler clinging to his lusus. Even though that's exactly what he feels like. The great hero who was going to change the world, and all he wants right now is his mother.

"I thought I'd lost you." He had lost her. They'd taken everything and everyone he'd ever loved from him, hurt them in ways he couldn't imagine, and it was all his fault.

Careful, she begins to guide him to the nearest place to sit. Her fingers continue to go through his hair as if he were a little boy again and she had to work out the knots. One day he was just a grub with no lusus waiting in a crater and then she woke one day and he was so old. Her little ball of energy and curiosity suddenly wanting so much, his head full of ideas.

Her lips press to one of his horns. "Now we've found one another again."

[Her gentleness is strange to him. His head throbs for a brief moment.]

Uthername "Rim" thtored. Who gave uther Rim information about Helmthman Thythtem?

[He doesn't know the tealblood he spoke with on the mirror was hiding her more jade-colored feelings. Helmsman may admonish against her impersonation, but decisions on who gets culled ultimately do not lie with him.]

Uther Rim may not touch Thythtem.

[She didn't even say she was going to touch him, but the fear is there.]

I will not establish any physical contact if that is what you want.

[Even if all she wants to do is fuss... Drawing up a seat near him, she sweeps her dress beneath her and settles down. Her eyes stay on his face, trying to read him, still trying to understand. However much the Empire may have tried to quash his individuality, his personality, she knows that it is all still there somewhere. The notes hidden in his messages proved that. But how to draw it out?]

Do you recall the Denterrorist you spoke with?

[He flinches when she draws near. Why does she keep looking at him, while issuing queries instead of commands? Well, he's got his psionics if she tries anything funny with imperial property.]

Yeth.

[Di is just back from her own job as well, and she greets the jadeblood with a great big smile as she walks into the kitchen. It's so good to have her back with them.]

Hello, Rosa! [The smile only grows bigger at the mention of treats, and she's soon busy sniffing the air to try and guess what she brought for them. She also knows that any more than sniffing will result in some very pointed looks and possibly the treats being withheld for a while longer.

Distracting herself from the thoughts of sweets is a good idea just about now.]

Opportunities? What kind of opportunities? [She takes a seat next to her, instinctively leaning against her side for comfort as she looks over the papers.]

[He had been hoping to find Di or SS here, at least one of them. But no, it was just his troll self and despite the fact that part of him felt as though maybe he should leave, it's really been long enough avoiding the other.

Alhen shuts the door behind him and is sure to be calm as he removes his gun holsters and sets them on a table. Best to show he's unarmed with the state the other is in.

He opens his mouth to respond, but pauses. No, hiding it would just make things more awkward than it needs to be.]

Captor. Human. Thadly I've yet to acquire a uthername here, and it'th been far too long thince I uthed the one I had at home.

[A slight quirk of amusement, even though he knows very well the other more than likely didn't mean it literally. His knowledge of the whole situation is still limited, so he doesn't want to make an presumptions.]

[Active, as opposed to holing up in the same room as usual. He hasn't even been outside more than twice in all this time. Really now. But, he is trained to be helpful to users, so he must help.]

Thythtem ith programmed for multitathking.

[Psionics move everything to the fridge and cabinets in twos. He only pauses in editing code to look at the papers. He then shows his mirror, upon which are the relevant quests. God forbid he make a decision himself.]

The following are motht thuited to Thythtem'th capabilitieth.
"Lost Password" Yoghl of the Docks
"Customs Paperwork" City Customs Office

Thythtem may altho perform labor.
"Plumbing Problem" Eridan Ampora, Municipal Inspector
"Graffiti Problem" Lorriswarkin, the Speaker of Darstone

Thythtem may altho accompany emithary mithion to indigenouth tribe.
"Diplomatic Immunity" Lorriswarkin, the Speaker of Darstone

[He's piloted Condesce to so many planets so she could issue her generally cordial welcomes. It isn't until later she sends Cavalreapers to lay waste to them. That's how diplomacy works, right?]

According to network data, "human" ith a bipedal alien lifeform.

[That makes "Captor" his desired username. He feels a throb in his head at that name and winces a little. It's his, but he can't (won't?) remember it.]

Uthername cannot be thtored due to corrupt data. Pleathe thelect another.

[He stares for a moment, calculating his options before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.]

No, not corrupt data. Username is taken. Check again.

[He really doesn't want to try accessing that corrupt sector again. His head hurts because of it. The human is also sitting too close to the sprawl of his wires on the bed.]

Thythtem cannot actheth corrupt data. Uther doeth not have adminithtrative permithionth to give orderth. Altho, pleathe maintain dithtanthe from Helmthman Thythtem.

[If only he were more aware of what his own face looked like -- or used to look like. Then he would see his double. But right now all he feels is a slight discomfort in familiarity. His sense of self has been star clusters and biowires for sweeps. On the ship, he only remembered his organic parts half the time. He hasn't even looked in his mirror here. That is for typing. He notes the helmsman-like goggles, though.]

Ith uther in fact a helmthman? Where are uther'th biowireth?

Try for username "Psionic" then.

[Whether or not he covers up his lisp is obviously pointless, and it's easier to get that word across without it so he decides to put forth the effort for now.

He does, however, note the color of the goggles. A grim conclusion to make, though somehow he's not surprised. Troll culture is even crueler than his world, he can only imagine.]

User was personal dog of Her Imperious Condescension, human. A memento of that time.

[He taps the side of his goggles before carefully taking them off and resting them in his lap. Part of him considers tossing them to the table where his guns are but... It's rather difficult to part with them.]

Disciple has made herself a small pile with all the cushions she's been able to scavenge from around the hive, and now she's settled happily on top of them, sketching away in her book. Signless hasn't said much lately, but that hasn't stopped her from trying to add at least a little something to the pages every day. She's almost done for now, though, and will be looking for company soon enough. It looks like there's room left on the pile for one more!

[Just another headache. The Condesce made sure to destroy all records of the rebellion, including their titles. As for hatchnames, well, he buried those himself. Hid them so well, he can't access them now.]

Data corrupt. Pleathe thelect another uthername.

[The Condesce. The thought of her fills him with both fear and need. Not surprising she would have an alien in her employ. She made it her business to conquer many worlds.]

Define term "dog".

[Clearly those are not true helmsman goggles. They can't be removed so easily. But he's too busy staring at him to ask about that. Human, yes, but still eerily familiar. His back tenses against the pillows he leans against. He has a sudden urge to look at his own reflection. But helmsmen don't look at their own faces, that's just silly...]

That was me.

[Trying to hide computer things from someone who was as clever with computers as Psiioniic was before is an effort in futility. She may as well hope he takes it kindly.]

I apologize for continuing such a fabrication yet I was unsure of the location I had just arrived in.

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When Dolorosa arrives?

The 20th, Open to the whole family

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Meeting AU Psii. Before Dolorosa arrived? Open.

(Re)introducing himself to Dolorosa. 15th? Open.

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Chilling out in the living room some time after Dolorosa's arrival - open

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