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Guri's Monthly Log [OPEN]
Who: Guri, one closed prompt for Alice, open overall.
Where: Various
When: Pre-mission, can add more later
What: The daily life of a Human Replica Droid
Warnings: None needed, will add if that changes.
How to Care for an Alice - CLOSED
She'd thought it over carefully since the last, rather relaxing, stop. Alice had been through a rough number of months, and since it didn't seem like the train was providing resources to help with that, beyond any limited extent, she had taken it upon herself to counter that existence to the best of her ability. Alice was her best friend and...well, she cared for her. Truly caring for another human being was new to her. Oh, she had her friends on the train and she cared about them in her way - but Alice was special in ways she was just beginning to figure out.
She certainly hadn't ever experienced a feeling of finding something truly beautiful before - but she had, with Alice and her transformation into butterflies. More than just noticing something was aesthetically pleasing, but truly being struck by it. All very new.
In short, Alice = special - which meant ongoing efforts to ensure her continued functioning. And in this case, she'd been drawn to some of the books in the limited library, and had once again set to work. Finding a beach blanket was easy enough, as was scrounging some candles. The sources had made them out to be essential, but she was dubious on that. And it was amazing the places you found forgotten candles, half-used, all around the place.
But she'd arranged the blanket on the bed in their shared room, the candles lit around it, the lights dimmed for the purpose. And she waited, reviewing the one text, not that she needed to.
Training - OPEN
Given the rather disturbing news they'd received about the nature of...well, their predecessors...she was preparing. Which in her case meant training harder than ever before. It wasn't that she could build artificial muscles much further, but it was about creating muscle memory, shaving milliseconds off of her movements - getting used to weapons she hadn't before.
You never knew when these would be necessary things. And whatever they got into, she knew full well the sort of tasks that Team Purple was usually assigned. It didn't sound like there was going to be any actual opposition - but it paid to think there always would be.
At the moment, she was preparing a test of her heavy repeating blaster, setting up a target at one end of the gymnasium, and herself at the other. There were, in fact, a series of targets - each smaller than the last, with sandbags placed behind them - to better simulate range.
Working, Around and About - OPEN
Some time ago, she'd started on a personal shield projector project with some of the others. They were gone, now, but it had stuck with her, and she stole time in the corners of workspaces when she could; still working on perfecting it, which was easier said than done with ersatz parts and materials from another universe. She couldn't exactly go around asking for durasteel components, could she?
But she kept working on it, hoping it would succeed. In her universe, shielding worked mainly against one thing or another - so a melee weapon was effectively blocked by one, which would do little to block energy weapons, or vice versa. She reasoned, given the number of projectile weapons they'd encountered (and the falling debris she'd seen here and there) that the former would be the wiser choice.
As ever, though, she can be found around and about - she's a busy HRD, after all. And always willing to talk to new people.
Where: Various
When: Pre-mission, can add more later
What: The daily life of a Human Replica Droid
Warnings: None needed, will add if that changes.
How to Care for an Alice - CLOSED
She'd thought it over carefully since the last, rather relaxing, stop. Alice had been through a rough number of months, and since it didn't seem like the train was providing resources to help with that, beyond any limited extent, she had taken it upon herself to counter that existence to the best of her ability. Alice was her best friend and...well, she cared for her. Truly caring for another human being was new to her. Oh, she had her friends on the train and she cared about them in her way - but Alice was special in ways she was just beginning to figure out.
She certainly hadn't ever experienced a feeling of finding something truly beautiful before - but she had, with Alice and her transformation into butterflies. More than just noticing something was aesthetically pleasing, but truly being struck by it. All very new.
In short, Alice = special - which meant ongoing efforts to ensure her continued functioning. And in this case, she'd been drawn to some of the books in the limited library, and had once again set to work. Finding a beach blanket was easy enough, as was scrounging some candles. The sources had made them out to be essential, but she was dubious on that. And it was amazing the places you found forgotten candles, half-used, all around the place.
But she'd arranged the blanket on the bed in their shared room, the candles lit around it, the lights dimmed for the purpose. And she waited, reviewing the one text, not that she needed to.
Training - OPEN
Given the rather disturbing news they'd received about the nature of...well, their predecessors...she was preparing. Which in her case meant training harder than ever before. It wasn't that she could build artificial muscles much further, but it was about creating muscle memory, shaving milliseconds off of her movements - getting used to weapons she hadn't before.
You never knew when these would be necessary things. And whatever they got into, she knew full well the sort of tasks that Team Purple was usually assigned. It didn't sound like there was going to be any actual opposition - but it paid to think there always would be.
At the moment, she was preparing a test of her heavy repeating blaster, setting up a target at one end of the gymnasium, and herself at the other. There were, in fact, a series of targets - each smaller than the last, with sandbags placed behind them - to better simulate range.
Working, Around and About - OPEN
Some time ago, she'd started on a personal shield projector project with some of the others. They were gone, now, but it had stuck with her, and she stole time in the corners of workspaces when she could; still working on perfecting it, which was easier said than done with ersatz parts and materials from another universe. She couldn't exactly go around asking for durasteel components, could she?
But she kept working on it, hoping it would succeed. In her universe, shielding worked mainly against one thing or another - so a melee weapon was effectively blocked by one, which would do little to block energy weapons, or vice versa. She reasoned, given the number of projectile weapons they'd encountered (and the falling debris she'd seen here and there) that the former would be the wiser choice.
As ever, though, she can be found around and about - she's a busy HRD, after all. And always willing to talk to new people.
Vacation, and our B&B room was the only one that didn't have internet, out in the sticks. :P
"Adventure I have certainly seen," she adds, "and many strange things. Did I ever tell you about the giant ships, made of wasps?"
That one is designed with a deliberate hook in it, really, and the smile on her face shows it. Granted, so does the tone of her voice.
at least it's a good reason to be away for a bit! c:
"No, I do not think so."
Granted, Alice does know a lot of strange insect stories herself, after everything she's seen in Wonderland.
"I have seen wasps do many things, but never form a ship."
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"Ah, well, the Ithullan Colossus wasp is a special case. They're a kilometer long, or a bit more - space-travelling creatures. They move through the void of their home region, feeding on everything from...cosmic rays to minerals, even the radiation of stars. Whatever they can get, including occasional other space-living creatures. When they die, their carapaces are...well, moved into. Converted into ore haulers. Rare to see them, in my time. But something to see."
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.. granted, this question is partially born from the fact that Alice knows so very little about space and its measurements. She's had brief encounters with it through void missions, but never on a scale that she can quite grasp that kilometer-long wasps are nothing on a space-travel scale.
"Would they not get stuck somewhere?" See, that indicates that Alice is thinking more in Earth terms. She's pretty sure she didn't grow that tall after drinking that potion in Wonderland, and she already had trouble with getting stuck everywhere.
Still, apparently it's not even Alice's own question. She's curious enough to just ask right on. "Did you see them? While they were still alive, instead of being used as ships?"
Sure, they may be rare, but Guri sounds like she's seen a lot.
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"And I did, once. See one, I mean."
She recalls the details, as ever, quite vividly.
"I was delivering secure courier information. The asteroid facility I was delivering it to had a problem with space slugs. They start at about ten meters long, live in the vacuum. Eat practically anything. But I saw a large one, about a hundred meters - and the wasp that picked it up off the surface like it was a paperweight."
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"Being surrounded by gigantic insects like that.."
After all, Guri is just regular people sized. Relatively speaking.
"It must have been as if you were really tiny in that moment."
Maybe a little like that time Alice herself had been shrunk down, but even smaller than that, judging by the sheer sizes Guri is naming here. She really does wonder if the other felt tiny in that moment, while trying to carry out her mission.
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She smiles, hands stroking up and down Alice's back in a gentle, wave-like pattern.
"I have been next to gigantic objects before - starships, primarily, but something living, like that? That was unique."
She pauses.
"I think now what I would want is to see the Oswaft," she said, after thinking. "About the same size, but like the seaborne rays of your world. Just in space. And, from what I understand, sentient like you or I."