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expiationlogs2025-02-05 04:36 pm
abandonware) wrote in expiationlogs2025-02-05 04:36 pm
[open] and all watched over
Who: A2 and open + some closed prompts
Where: all over Aldrip!
What: February open log for depressed androids
Warnings: Nothing yet.
Good morning, A2.
[Pod's clipped and calm voice makes her squeeze her eyes more tightly shut before they reluctantly flutter open. Dawn is beginning to make patterns out of the shadows of the tree branches. The snow is starting to melt. Cold water drips, drips, down onto the top of her head, the shock of it waking her up properly. A2 stands up in slow and careful passes, checking herself for damage. Those dreams...
But there is no damage, nothing outside of the usual. No pain, save the tingle in limbs that had been sprawled at odd angles on the cold, hard ground as she'd slept. Androids did not dream. And yet she had.
(Evolution?)]
Morning, Pod.
[Her own voice is without inflection. She takes her sword from where it leans against the trunk of the tree she'd been sleeping under, and studies the cold, blue-gray sky. Something is budding on one of the branches, a tentative spot of green on a dark, gnarled branch. Weak early morning light begins to flow in from the west. She can hear the discordant chatter of crows, intermingled with softer cooing from songbirds.]
The season is changing.
Where: all over Aldrip!
What: February open log for depressed androids
Warnings: Nothing yet.
Good morning, A2.
[Pod's clipped and calm voice makes her squeeze her eyes more tightly shut before they reluctantly flutter open. Dawn is beginning to make patterns out of the shadows of the tree branches. The snow is starting to melt. Cold water drips, drips, down onto the top of her head, the shock of it waking her up properly. A2 stands up in slow and careful passes, checking herself for damage. Those dreams...
But there is no damage, nothing outside of the usual. No pain, save the tingle in limbs that had been sprawled at odd angles on the cold, hard ground as she'd slept. Androids did not dream. And yet she had.
(Evolution?)]
Morning, Pod.
[Her own voice is without inflection. She takes her sword from where it leans against the trunk of the tree she'd been sleeping under, and studies the cold, blue-gray sky. Something is budding on one of the branches, a tentative spot of green on a dark, gnarled branch. Weak early morning light begins to flow in from the west. She can hear the discordant chatter of crows, intermingled with softer cooing from songbirds.]
The season is changing.
no subject
─HEY!!
[ The man stumbles back, and with his balance already impaired from the missing arm and eye, falls to the ground; he certainly doesn't stay down, however, as he's almost immediately back up, this time in a defensive stance. ]
The hell do you think you're doing?!
[ Yeah, the indoor voice time is clearly over. There's no way the wolves haven't heard this commotion. ]
no subject
[Says A2, tone sharp and low. She's crouched lower in the brush, her attention fixed on the wolves, who have indeed noticed the ruckus. They become alert in the order A2's come to recognize is an aspect of their individual personalities: the bonded pair who took up the lead first, ears pointed forward, eyes fixed in the direction of the sound. Then the dark wolf looks up from licking cheese remnants from his paws with a curious huff. At last, the young, roughhousing trio seem to catch on to their pack's sudden quiet. They're all as still and eerie as statues. As still as the black-clad androids who had once been deployed in teams to hunt her down.] I didn't even shove you that hard, you baby.
[And then, more softly, she adds:] ... Don't apologize to me. I told you, it's fine.