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[biiowiired]

Characters: The Helmsman / The Ψiioniic (OU) [OPEN]
Date: Oct 05
Format: Whatever; i will action spam unless told not to :P
Content Warnings: none?
Summary: Helmsman exploring the city during off hours.

It gets chilly in the early morning. This is the quietest time, after the nocturnal have gone to sleep, and before the diurnal wake. He is wrapped in one of his friend's cloaks. The smell is comforting.

The Helmsman scheduled his navigational tasks later to allow his body to recover from his arrival. It is a considerably more calm and stable Helmsman who floats above the city and its outskirts, collecting visual data. What good is a helmsman system if it cannot map out the surrounding area? He is here because of duty and programming, not curiosity.

Still, it disturbs him that there are no stars. Yes, he was kept in a ship's navigational block for ages, and is still anxious about going outside. But half that time his head was filled with visual input of stars as he drove the Empress's battleship. By them, he always knew exactly where in the galaxy he was.

The caverns are brooding and primal. Thoughts of predators and stony, enclosed spaces fill his mind. Unsettling. He's not sure why. He'll leave exploring the outlying labyrinths for another time.

(He may or may not be wearing knitted wool cozies for his biowires. He was asked to wear them in the cold, okay?!)

Comments

[biiowiired]

Doeth uther Di exthplore remote cavernth alone?

[The caves outside the city give him the creeps, and he never went far in. His brow does this uncomfortable knitting thing, when he imagines what dangerous creatures might attack Disciple.]

[whomheloved]

I do sometimes. You could say it's part of my job.

[Her job that she's been rather quiet about, since it can be a little bit dangerous at times, and the last thing she needs is the others worrying about her or maybe even trying to convince her not to go any more.]

[biiowiired]

Uther Di hath been ordered to exthplore cavernth?

[He shouldn't be surprised that someone, likely a highblood, would order his olive admin around; and by some forgotten instinct, he is almost certain she can take care of herself... But... old fears die hard, and there is a knot in his gut.]

Data hath indicated a high number of hazardouth thpethieth in remote cavernth. It ith unwithe for uther Di to go alone.

[This is quite possibly an unsafe, stupid decision. The corners of his mouth turn down, and there is the slightest sour note in voice. He can't abide by it, neither as a navigational system, nor as... a "friend", whatever that means. Signless's favorite designation, not his.]

[whomheloved]

Not orders. It's my job, but I chose it. [She chuckles, her tone teasing.] Someone has to work to pay for all that honey you like in your tea.

But hush, I'll be fine, I promise. Alternia was far more dangerous than this place

back from hiatus, i'm really sorry ; ;

[biiowiired]

Th-Thythtem requireth adequate thugarth in addition to proteinth.

[He is so embarrassed. He doesn't know why he likes this world's non-epileptic-episode-inducing honey anyway.]

Doeth uther Di have exthperienthe defending againtht large fauna?

[Certainly he's noticed the reports of giant reptiles and the like in the caves. And no, he can't remember just how skilled she is at hunting.]

[whomheloved]

Of course you do, you know I'm just teasing! I'd never make you go without honey when you like it so much.

[Although gosh, he's kind of adorable when flustered like this.]

I do, of course I do...you don't remember? I used to catch us dinner almost every night. Some nights it would be the only food we could get.

[biiowiired]

[Oh no, he's supposed to remember something! Quick, think.... No, this is giving him a headache.]

Thythtem ith exthperienthing errorth in memory retrieval. Thythtem apologitheth for the inconvenienthe.

[He's sorry. He tried. His shoulders slump, bad mood incoming.]

[whomheloved]

Hush, hush now, there's no need for that. It doesn't matter, really. I was only asking.

[Oh no he doesn't! Disciple could recognize the signs of a downswing from a mile away by now, and she reaches out to pat his shoulder reassuringly.]

[biiowiired]

[He finds he can allow maybe two pats before shrinking away. A little progress. But physical contact doesn't give him the comfort it once did. He lets out a world-weary sigh through his nose as he closes his eyes for two seconds.]

Thythtem ith not programmed to remember.... Uther Di should be careful not to try acthething corrupt data.

[Did someone say something about a bad mood?]

[whomheloved]

But how will I know if it's corrupt or not before I try accessing it?

[She'll stop with the patting once he moves away, but that doesn't mean she won't inch a bit closer to him once again.]

[biiowiired]

Becauthe of the painful thenthationth in Thythtem'th broken think pan.

[Where did that come from? He wasn't programmed to snap at any user, even ones that threatened his life. And she had only ever given him kindness in this strange land of caves and gnomes.]

Thythtem apologitheth....

[And he lowers himself to sit on the ground right where he is, as he had seen Signless do so many times when he was tired or sad. Under his cloak, his biowires cling to him like a strange, rubbery security blanket.]

[whomheloved]

Oh...! I'm sorry, don't apologize, I didn't think...

[She rushes to his side, that familiar snappishness driving home even more the bad state that he must be in.]

I'll stop...I'll stop trying to get you to remember, I didn't mean to hurt you, that's the last thing I want.

[She adds part of her own cloak around him, crouching down close by.]

[biiowiired]

[He twitches when her cloak touches him, but doesn't move except to hang his head lower. He just feels terrible for putting them all through such stress, no matter how useful he tries to be. If only he could not be a total failure.

He finally brings himself to look at her, and oh god she is making that sad face. Not sure what else to do, he tries brushing a small wave of psionics on the top of her head, like a pat.]