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[It's not unusual for transmissions to start en route to whatever they'll eventually show; this one follows the floor for a moment, spins its focus past a wall, shows a glimpse of common room.
Shows a partial view of a possibly familiar face, frowning in concentration, muttering more or less to himself.]
Number of things nowhere near as simple as they should be: two so far. Well done, Admiral. Catch up to the twenty-first century, huh?
[A few more small adjustments, and Alec is fully on screen, standing mid-corridor on one of the hallways. He beams, pleased with himself.]
There. Now. Floor numbers go up or down? Is this thing actually on? Hello?
[ Spam : Open ]
[Once his presence is successfully announced, it frees Alec up to investigate his new environment more thoroughly - and explore it he does, once he confirms what his research alone in his cabin has already told him: this place is nothing like Manticore. They seem to pride themselves on it, even. Additionally they're recovering from some kind of unusual crisis, and that leaves him a unique opportunity he doesn't intend to waste, especially not with what else his reading of the network has shown him.
He covers his barcode with the collar of his jacket, and separates the Barge as he understands it into a grid, sets out to fill in the blank spots. He can be found poking around in the dining hall, the infirmary, the gym, the greenhouse, the art room, and lingering outside the pub, the maintenance office, the engine room. He even wanders down near Zero just to make sure he's left no corner uninvestigated.
It's simple: act like he belongs here, see who takes the bait; he's friendly to everyone he sees, smiling easily, often waving in greeting if anyone looks at him. Evaluate, adjust, advance. As long as he has new surroundings to investigate, as long as he has new rules and social angles to learn, he doesn't have to think about why he's here, what it means, or what he means to do once he's sure of himself.]
[ Private : Dillon Cole : A few days later, after this ]
[No fumbling this time. He wants to be taken seriously and he expects this Dillon person is already familiar with X5s, too - enough to know that a few days is more than enough time for him to become competent with the communicator anyway, if nothing else.
His speech is a little more formal, too, although he doesn't bother with being as starched and rigid as he's seen his clone on the network; he can, but he only needs the vague connection in this case.]
Good afternoon, sir. I was told to contact with you a possible employment inquiry.
[It's not unusual for transmissions to start en route to whatever they'll eventually show; this one follows the floor for a moment, spins its focus past a wall, shows a glimpse of common room.
Shows a partial view of a possibly familiar face, frowning in concentration, muttering more or less to himself.]
Number of things nowhere near as simple as they should be: two so far. Well done, Admiral. Catch up to the twenty-first century, huh?
[A few more small adjustments, and Alec is fully on screen, standing mid-corridor on one of the hallways. He beams, pleased with himself.]
There. Now. Floor numbers go up or down? Is this thing actually on? Hello?
[ Spam : Open ]
[Once his presence is successfully announced, it frees Alec up to investigate his new environment more thoroughly - and explore it he does, once he confirms what his research alone in his cabin has already told him: this place is nothing like Manticore. They seem to pride themselves on it, even. Additionally they're recovering from some kind of unusual crisis, and that leaves him a unique opportunity he doesn't intend to waste, especially not with what else his reading of the network has shown him.
He covers his barcode with the collar of his jacket, and separates the Barge as he understands it into a grid, sets out to fill in the blank spots. He can be found poking around in the dining hall, the infirmary, the gym, the greenhouse, the art room, and lingering outside the pub, the maintenance office, the engine room. He even wanders down near Zero just to make sure he's left no corner uninvestigated.
It's simple: act like he belongs here, see who takes the bait; he's friendly to everyone he sees, smiling easily, often waving in greeting if anyone looks at him. Evaluate, adjust, advance. As long as he has new surroundings to investigate, as long as he has new rules and social angles to learn, he doesn't have to think about why he's here, what it means, or what he means to do once he's sure of himself.]
[ Private : Dillon Cole : A few days later, after this ]
[No fumbling this time. He wants to be taken seriously and he expects this Dillon person is already familiar with X5s, too - enough to know that a few days is more than enough time for him to become competent with the communicator anyway, if nothing else.
His speech is a little more formal, too, although he doesn't bother with being as starched and rigid as he's seen his clone on the network; he can, but he only needs the vague connection in this case.]
Good afternoon, sir. I was told to contact with you a possible employment inquiry.
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Date: 2015-06-30 09:48 pm (UTC)From:[Listen close for the slight overtone of 'compulsively' there- Furiosa looks better than she did when she arrived, but is still a stained and muddy brown. There's no washing most of her gear out.]
I don't think I have an artistic temperament.
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Date: 2015-07-05 06:48 pm (UTC)From:[It's not unusual for him. The mixture of it, maybe, but he comes from an America closer to third world status than most worlds, and the vast majority of the population doesn't bother holding personal hygiene to its usual standards, or are even capable of doing so. Gasoline isn't the only thing in shorter and shorter supply after the Pulse. It's one of the ways he could, possibly, have been said to luck out with Manticore and its government contract for water, environment control, and food.
He raises an eyebrow, quirks a smile at that.]
No? Then what kind of temperament would you say you have?
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Date: 2015-07-07 01:28 am (UTC)From:[If she wanted to be charitable.
Her world is a lot like his, then, maybe a few decades down the line, though she can't quite read that about him yet.]
And I can only hope not too rigid. This place seems illogical enough to likely shred anyone who isn't at least a little bit flexible.
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:03 pm (UTC)From:[Pragmatic he can get behind. Flexible as well, although that's served him better personally than the people he was supposed to be serving. Alec likes rules. The more unyielding they are, the better to find the loopholes between. He glances to a side, and begins to wander to further inspect the art room.]
I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to go mad just because everyone else is.
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:43 pm (UTC)From:[Finding it, will be the actual challenge here.]
But I don't mind saying, I'm not far gone enough to decide to see merit in drawing my feelings yet.
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:46 pm (UTC)From:[But he's teasing, as much as he is when he holds up a blank sketchbook, raises both eyebrows impishly.]
Maybe that's because you've never tried it. Maybe there's an inner Furiosa just waiting to be released that you'll never even know about if you don't fingerpaint.
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:53 pm (UTC)From:She can't even say anything, because there are no words to convey a million times no.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:55 pm (UTC)From:You could use mostly reds and oranges at first. We could graduate to the more soothing blues and greens.
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Date: 2015-07-11 12:02 am (UTC)From:[Eyebrows lifting just a little higher.]
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Date: 2015-07-11 12:27 am (UTC)From:[It's not that he thinks he can easily change her mind. It's that he started out teasing and now kind of wants to see if he can.]
Weren't you just talking about being a little flexible?
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Date: 2015-07-11 12:53 am (UTC)From:Weren't you just talking about your plan not to go mad in the near future?
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Date: 2015-07-11 02:20 am (UTC)From:[He informs her of this so seriously that it is its own joke, crossing to bring the sketchpad to one of the tables.]
But this is hardly that. This is art. You could just walk around with it at the end of the day and people ask you stupid questions and you just hold it up, and get to call them shallow if they don't get it.
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Date: 2015-07-11 02:24 am (UTC)From:[Is her arch reply, but she leans forward to look at the sketch pad.]
More importantly, why would I want to call someone shallow?
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Date: 2015-07-11 04:27 am (UTC)From:[Obviously. He mentioned fingerpainting mostly as a joke, but with all the utensils locked up, it looks like that's about the only option he's left with, so that's what he retrieves - opening a pot of red to show her with a knife edge thin smirk.]
Maybe, maybe not. Last chance: You in?
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Date: 2015-07-11 05:04 am (UTC)From:[And maybe, maybe, long enough in, will dip a finger in to the paint and draw a line with it.
Maybe.]
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Date: 2015-07-14 02:30 am (UTC)From:[Alec takes a moment to roll the sleeves of his pullover up to his elbows, but a moment later he doesn't hesitate to dip his finger into the paint and begin scrawling lines down on the paper.
He can replicate any number of floor plans and put together a respectable still life if he's so inclined, but just now he doesn't think that's necessary. He outlines an apple, though right now it just looks like parentheses.]
Any requests? I'm not sure how this is supposed to work. Maybe we can run it like pictionary.
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Date: 2015-07-14 02:47 am (UTC)From:Birds.
[They don't have those in the greenhouse, but she's been remembering them.]
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Date: 2015-07-14 03:22 am (UTC)From:So, too, is her request but he adjusts accordingly: the curved sides of the apple, unjoined at top and bottom, become the bowed breasts of a pair of birds standing side by side when he tilts his head. He dips his finger into the pot for more paint, slashes the line of their backs down carelessly.]
Cardinals are okay, I assume, given my color selection?
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Date: 2015-07-14 03:30 am (UTC)From:And, cautiously, she does select her own piece of paper, and dip her finger into the paint. Furiosa hesitates a moment, before starting to draw the first thing that comes to mind. Predictably enough, it's engine schematic.]
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Date: 2015-07-14 05:51 am (UTC)From:He doesn't look at first, not obviously, because he wants her to keep going so it's easy to act like he's just focusing on what he's doing. But eventually - two swift wings, half a tail, and two beady red eyes later on his own masterpiece - it's only natural that he glances over.
He already knows what it is. It's only when he looks that he lets surprise register in his expression.]
Diesel, huh?
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Date: 2015-07-14 05:00 pm (UTC)From:[It's all called, now.]
Makes you wonder what this ship runs on.
[Adding fiddly details with her fingernails, scraping texture into some of the thicker lines.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 08:24 pm (UTC)From:[He says it in the same kind of tone that answers for him as well, rather than acknowledge what is, to him, a nonsense word. Different vocabulary, same concept, albeit with some minor alterations here or there. He glances back to his own, gives his red-eyed redbirds a pair of bent red legs each and a red branch to sit on.
He blows softly over it, sniffs out a rag to wipe his hands on.]
There's an engine room. I hear it's not very enlightening.