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unfavouredFROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
Now you're reaching.
[ NOT TODAY!!! ]
FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
They definitely set us to a challenge...
FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
What about you? How do you feel about this planet?
Now you're reaching.
[ NOT TODAY!!! ]
FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
They definitely set us to a challenge...
FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
What about you? How do you feel about this planet?
[better than randomly starting fights with other children. uh -
he has the water boiling piping hot by the time noh-varr arrives. his movements are stiff and careful as he pours it into the pot, letting the tea steep as he gestures for noh to sit across him. his eyes light up at the sight of his record and record player, helping him set up where needed.]
Who are we listening to today?
he has the water boiling piping hot by the time noh-varr arrives. his movements are stiff and careful as he pours it into the pot, letting the tea steep as he gestures for noh to sit across him. his eyes light up at the sight of his record and record player, helping him set up where needed.]
Who are we listening to today?
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
The CDC's business was my business, before.
[ The CDC doesn't always recruit against type--only most of the time, apparently. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I respect the Neraki. They're a cunning and strong people. Macha is beautiful. But the things I joined the crew to protect outweigh all of that.
The CDC's business was my business, before.
[ The CDC doesn't always recruit against type--only most of the time, apparently. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I respect the Neraki. They're a cunning and strong people. Macha is beautiful. But the things I joined the crew to protect outweigh all of that.
[ Noh-Varr doesn't know the cause of Luciola's suffering, but even he, a relative stranger, can tell the younger man isn't at his best. He turns to observe Luciola, his gaze keen from concern.
He doesn't reach for Luciola, but instead the blackglass, tilting it to better see; he reads the recipe briskly, committing the ingredients to memory. ]
I don't see why not. Alice is human.
[ Meaning, by extension, that she must have more experience in these things. (Despite the fact that she plainly says she doesn't cook. #notallhumans) That Luciola might consider himself 'human' doesn't occur to Noh-Varr, because Luciola isn't from Earth. ]
We should start with the batter. Will you measure the dry ingredients?
[ The measuring cups are lined up--each neatly notched, despite the frequent use they must see. ]
He doesn't reach for Luciola, but instead the blackglass, tilting it to better see; he reads the recipe briskly, committing the ingredients to memory. ]
I don't see why not. Alice is human.
[ Meaning, by extension, that she must have more experience in these things. (Despite the fact that she plainly says she doesn't cook. #notallhumans) That Luciola might consider himself 'human' doesn't occur to Noh-Varr, because Luciola isn't from Earth. ]
We should start with the batter. Will you measure the dry ingredients?
[ The measuring cups are lined up--each neatly notched, despite the frequent use they must see. ]
[Luciola, for all he did appear largely human, (for all Noh-Varr himself did), only seemed to nod along with the assessment. "Human" was not something he considered himself per se, not after reading files and ascertaining what was considered to be a "normal human". He was Guild. In truth, his own file identified him as "genetically modified human"- but it was not a label he had ever considered for himself.
There was only Guild. There was only Lord Dio, Maestro Delphine, and duty- and one was dead, one had dismissed him, and one had become to bake cupcakes.]
Yes, sir.
[The recipe was straightforward, the task seemed simplistic despite his complete inexperience in the matter. Sorting through the tools made available for the task yielded those labelled with cups and those with teaspoons, and without another word he stiffly began doing as instructed, beginning to measure out floor, sugar-
An alarming amount of sugar that only manifested as a slight furrow in his brow, rechecking the recipe, (that much sugar), before returning to the task at hand, however frivolous he found the assignment.]
There was only Guild. There was only Lord Dio, Maestro Delphine, and duty- and one was dead, one had dismissed him, and one had become to bake cupcakes.]
Yes, sir.
[The recipe was straightforward, the task seemed simplistic despite his complete inexperience in the matter. Sorting through the tools made available for the task yielded those labelled with cups and those with teaspoons, and without another word he stiffly began doing as instructed, beginning to measure out floor, sugar-
An alarming amount of sugar that only manifested as a slight furrow in his brow, rechecking the recipe, (that much sugar), before returning to the task at hand, however frivolous he found the assignment.]
[ Noh-Varr actually appreciates that attitude--so many humans on the crew seem to think that their way of thinking applies to everyone around them. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
That's a good instinct to have, to be honest. From what I understand, Vriska's species is quite diverse in its capabilities. They practice a kind of genetic engineering.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
That's a good instinct to have, to be honest. From what I understand, Vriska's species is quite diverse in its capabilities. They practice a kind of genetic engineering.
It's not exactly a fancy restaurant, but we're a little lacking in options.
[It's also not exactly where Garrus would really like to take Noh-Varr, but again. Options. So a table in the back of the Lunar room would do for now, and Garrus can hope that next they'll be hitting somewhere like Selena again. Somewhere they could actually go out.]
What's the first thing you're gonna do once we can get to the Marvel again?
[That counts as romantic, right?]
[It's also not exactly where Garrus would really like to take Noh-Varr, but again. Options. So a table in the back of the Lunar room would do for now, and Garrus can hope that next they'll be hitting somewhere like Selena again. Somewhere they could actually go out.]
What's the first thing you're gonna do once we can get to the Marvel again?
[That counts as romantic, right?]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I'm not the best person to ask I think! I don't know much about history
[Note to self: don't be home schooled on Tatooine.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
they were the republic's clones. my father fought along side them and Obi-Wan Kenobi if you knew him when he was here
I'm not the best person to ask I think! I don't know much about history
[Note to self: don't be home schooled on Tatooine.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
they were the republic's clones. my father fought along side them and Obi-Wan Kenobi if you knew him when he was here
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
He was a good man.
[Now that Ben's gone, it's like it was before. He's dead and Luke has to honor his memory with his actions. It's a comfort, then, that people knew him.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
No its very rare. I'm the last one. Ben comes from a time before we were all wiped out
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
Obi-Wan I mean. I knew him as Ben
He was a good man.
[Now that Ben's gone, it's like it was before. He's dead and Luke has to honor his memory with his actions. It's a comfort, then, that people knew him.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
No its very rare. I'm the last one. Ben comes from a time before we were all wiped out
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
Obi-Wan I mean. I knew him as Ben
[ There's a hesitating pause before his next reply. What he wants to ask about is, as per his usual itching curiosity about foreign worlds, Luke's history, the Clone Wars, the Force. But reading that reply, he figures that might not be what Luke needs. On the one hand, he didn't know Obi-Wan that well, and doesn't want to intrude; on the other, clearly Luke did, and he's recovering from a major psychic wound. It'll cost Noh-Varr nothing to check up, at least. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Where you very close?
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Where you very close?
[Lucky for Noh-Varr, on most subjects Luke is an open book.]
[Really more of an open pamphlet.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
yes. he was my first mentor in the Force. he showed me that I had the same abilities as my father
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I wish I had known him better. he was an old man when i met him and he died very soon after
[Really more of an open pamphlet.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
yes. he was my first mentor in the Force. he showed me that I had the same abilities as my father
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I wish I had known him better. he was an old man when i met him and he died very soon after
[ While Luciola sets to work Noh-Varr watches him, considering a single worker more than enough for the task at hand. Despite his offer to 'help', he's really here to supervise...or perhaps just to keep Luciola company. He huffs out an amused breath at the uncertain pause Luciola does over the sugar. Once upon a time, that had been him. Absently, he begins measuring out two cups of water, and the oil.
The Kree view food as they do just about everything else: it must be minimalist, practical, and it must be genetically ideal. The Kree would find Earth's preoccupation with genetic modification in food laughable, when their fare is typically composed of nutritionally dense, tasteless porridges and bars. Food is fuel, it is not representative of pleasure or social communion. Earth, in that way, was something of a revelation: music, and food, and dance, and so many ways of gaining pleasure of the senses, every indulgence accepted.
Now, he'd still prefer a good vinyl to dessert, but he can stomach more sugar than he otherwise would. ]
Why did you ask Warriorhead for a task?
[ He doesn't find the idea strange, per se. Noh-Varr is not what anyone might call lazy, but he guards his relaxation time jealously. Having come from a militarized background, however, he can see where Luciola might have found the emptiness taxing. ]
The Kree view food as they do just about everything else: it must be minimalist, practical, and it must be genetically ideal. The Kree would find Earth's preoccupation with genetic modification in food laughable, when their fare is typically composed of nutritionally dense, tasteless porridges and bars. Food is fuel, it is not representative of pleasure or social communion. Earth, in that way, was something of a revelation: music, and food, and dance, and so many ways of gaining pleasure of the senses, every indulgence accepted.
Now, he'd still prefer a good vinyl to dessert, but he can stomach more sugar than he otherwise would. ]
Why did you ask Warriorhead for a task?
[ He doesn't find the idea strange, per se. Noh-Varr is not what anyone might call lazy, but he guards his relaxation time jealously. Having come from a militarized background, however, he can see where Luciola might have found the emptiness taxing. ]
Edited (icon) 2015-05-26 03:24 (UTC)
[Why?
Luciola had asked himself that same thing once it had been handed down that the task he had received would be to make cupcakes. It seemed a waste of time that could far easily be used to do something actually productive. If the desire was to raise morale, why not do something that survived their odds of survival? If the act of creation was what they desired to teach, why not create something with more substance than a sweet cake that would be gone in moments?
But he had received it. There was no taking it back now. As he turned the question over in his head, trying to avoid the heart of the truthful answer, (dismissed), his expression darkened slightly, a slight pause in his motions before he mechanically resumed measuring, precise to the point it became almost silly to see.]
As I had nothing to attend to, it seemed best to make myself of available to the superiors.
[But actual lies were never his way, and even that answer smells faintly of excuse. An aide and guard to an Eraclea scion never had nothing to attend to- attendance to one's lord was a job that occupied all of one's time, even if it was spent merely tailing them silently or being at their side in case of some task needing doing or call for service. Luciola had great respect for rank and equally great awareness of social hierarchy, but he had never showed the same care for the CDC higher ups- not like the care shown his own lord.
Friend. Former friend?
His expression melted from the dark of negative thoughts to the soft ache of insecurity, however subtle such a change was, mere angle of the brows, slight inward draw of the bottom lip.]
My intent was to be of use.
[Intent, at least.]
Luciola had asked himself that same thing once it had been handed down that the task he had received would be to make cupcakes. It seemed a waste of time that could far easily be used to do something actually productive. If the desire was to raise morale, why not do something that survived their odds of survival? If the act of creation was what they desired to teach, why not create something with more substance than a sweet cake that would be gone in moments?
But he had received it. There was no taking it back now. As he turned the question over in his head, trying to avoid the heart of the truthful answer, (dismissed), his expression darkened slightly, a slight pause in his motions before he mechanically resumed measuring, precise to the point it became almost silly to see.]
As I had nothing to attend to, it seemed best to make myself of available to the superiors.
[But actual lies were never his way, and even that answer smells faintly of excuse. An aide and guard to an Eraclea scion never had nothing to attend to- attendance to one's lord was a job that occupied all of one's time, even if it was spent merely tailing them silently or being at their side in case of some task needing doing or call for service. Luciola had great respect for rank and equally great awareness of social hierarchy, but he had never showed the same care for the CDC higher ups- not like the care shown his own lord.
Friend. Former friend?
His expression melted from the dark of negative thoughts to the soft ache of insecurity, however subtle such a change was, mere angle of the brows, slight inward draw of the bottom lip.]
My intent was to be of use.
[Intent, at least.]
[ He swirls the alien booze in his cup absently, his eyes fixed on an undetermined spot by Garrus' shoulder as he considers the question. In truth, given the events of the past few days, this is nice. Good drinks in good company--when was the last time he'd had that? Selena, it occurs to him, where he'd gone drinking with Samus. ]
Say hello to Plex.
[ Asking for Plex had been a no-brainer, given the AI was necessary to harness the pilot's mind to the ship, and therefore, necessary to get the Marvel off the ground. That said, his excitement wars with apprehension. The last time he'd seen--felt--Plex, the synthezoid was dying. He had felt it tear apart, its brain damage rippling through him. ]
Maybe we'll be ready to fly, finally.
[ It's wistful. His eyes rise to Garrus'. ] You got a video, didn't you?
Say hello to Plex.
[ Asking for Plex had been a no-brainer, given the AI was necessary to harness the pilot's mind to the ship, and therefore, necessary to get the Marvel off the ground. That said, his excitement wars with apprehension. The last time he'd seen--felt--Plex, the synthezoid was dying. He had felt it tear apart, its brain damage rippling through him. ]
Maybe we'll be ready to fly, finally.
[ It's wistful. His eyes rise to Garrus'. ] You got a video, didn't you?
[ His amusement gives way to a brighter enthusiasm, and he's abruptly torn between staying where he is and eating, or moving past Havoc to where his records are. Hunger wins. ]
There's always a song.
[ It's said around a mouthful of soup, as he regards her with real warmth. He loves her budding interest, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Watching Havoc blossom has been interesting. There's one track that comes to mind, almost instantly, and his gaze becomes more contemplative. ]
I can think of one. Do you know Nina Simone?
[ If Noh-Varr had his way, they'd broadcast Nina Simone across the reality spectrum, but alas. He'll have to settle for spreading the good news himself. ]
There's always a song.
[ It's said around a mouthful of soup, as he regards her with real warmth. He loves her budding interest, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Watching Havoc blossom has been interesting. There's one track that comes to mind, almost instantly, and his gaze becomes more contemplative. ]
I can think of one. Do you know Nina Simone?
[ If Noh-Varr had his way, they'd broadcast Nina Simone across the reality spectrum, but alas. He'll have to settle for spreading the good news himself. ]
[Say hello to Plex. Garrus knows a little of what the AI means to Noh-Varr, and that seems like it would be a far better topic than the vid. But Noh-Varr's asked, so Garrus nods.]
It's... It's not a happy video. But it's good. Wanna share it with you, if you wanna see it. You saw a part of where it takes place. Not sure about watching it on a date, though.
[He can trap himself in wondering if it's real or a fake, or he can move forward with some hope. He's has chosen the latter. There's so much doubt here and he's spent far too long dwelling on it. He's spent far too long being weighed down by things outside of his control, things he didn't have answers to. Garrus needs to not get mired down so much.]
As far as the other, wouldn't mind running a few calibrations, after Plex is installed again. Make sure everything looks good before you take her out.
[Just in case. Space ships are finicky things, and while he's not an engineer, at least he can make sure there aren't any issues in the defensive or offensive systems. It's the least he can do for someone he loves. Tilting his head, Garrus looks back at Noh-Varr. His mandibles flare out a little in a hopeful expression.]
Figure you want the first flight to be solo. But after, I'd like to feel how the Marvel flies. Like to feel it with you.
[The rush of her engines, the artificial gravity, the way she maneuvers... And even more, he'll get to see Noh-Varr in his element. One of them. Few things are more attractive than that.]
It's... It's not a happy video. But it's good. Wanna share it with you, if you wanna see it. You saw a part of where it takes place. Not sure about watching it on a date, though.
[He can trap himself in wondering if it's real or a fake, or he can move forward with some hope. He's has chosen the latter. There's so much doubt here and he's spent far too long dwelling on it. He's spent far too long being weighed down by things outside of his control, things he didn't have answers to. Garrus needs to not get mired down so much.]
As far as the other, wouldn't mind running a few calibrations, after Plex is installed again. Make sure everything looks good before you take her out.
[Just in case. Space ships are finicky things, and while he's not an engineer, at least he can make sure there aren't any issues in the defensive or offensive systems. It's the least he can do for someone he loves. Tilting his head, Garrus looks back at Noh-Varr. His mandibles flare out a little in a hopeful expression.]
Figure you want the first flight to be solo. But after, I'd like to feel how the Marvel flies. Like to feel it with you.
[The rush of her engines, the artificial gravity, the way she maneuvers... And even more, he'll get to see Noh-Varr in his element. One of them. Few things are more attractive than that.]
["There's always a song". That sounds nice, too. Always something that fit, always something that could be enjoyed. Positive. She supposed people needed something to keep going- whether it was a song, or whatever else could get them through the day.
It was about that, wasn't it. Getting through the day. Living, not just surviving.
(Contractors survived. But after you have a taste of living... you'll do anything to get it back.)
At the question, though, she can only shrug, her small smile turning sheepish.]
No, sorry.
[But she seemed willing to find out.]
It was about that, wasn't it. Getting through the day. Living, not just surviving.
(Contractors survived. But after you have a taste of living... you'll do anything to get it back.)
At the question, though, she can only shrug, her small smile turning sheepish.]
No, sorry.
[But she seemed willing to find out.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
like I said he is dead in my time. and just before I came here I completed the task he had been training me for
[Luke opts not to mention the whole Space Ghost: Coast to Coast thing, because, while he's not ashamed, it's kind of... hard to explain.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I miss him and I wish him well but I don't think second chances are in the will of the Force
[Really, Luke is starting to suspect him having any mentors or teachers isn't in the will of the Force, but that's another matter entirely. A thoroughly ominous, terrifying matter, one that Luke would prefer not to think about right now.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I'm sorry that's not the most satisfying answer
like I said he is dead in my time. and just before I came here I completed the task he had been training me for
[Luke opts not to mention the whole Space Ghost: Coast to Coast thing, because, while he's not ashamed, it's kind of... hard to explain.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I miss him and I wish him well but I don't think second chances are in the will of the Force
[Really, Luke is starting to suspect him having any mentors or teachers isn't in the will of the Force, but that's another matter entirely. A thoroughly ominous, terrifying matter, one that Luke would prefer not to think about right now.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I'm sorry that's not the most satisfying answer
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