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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 08:17 pm
blue_ice) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 08:17 pm
wound up
Who: Kaiba and open!
Where: Spa car
When: Imagination 4, very late at night
What: Someone gives into temptation to indulge and has potentially interesting discussions!
Warnings: Implied/possible mention of child abuse, other war/injury discussion possible. Will update if needed.
It's been...a day. Kaiba's spent time this evening working on how to talk to the others. It's clear as a train they need to regroup on a number of topics and make some changes, but how? And does he even want to try to facilitate? Not exactly his strong suit. He can already imagine the headache. He's sketched out a few potential outlines of topics to open the floor on. Maybe the memorial really is the simplest place to start?
But he's putting that out of his mind. After a late night in the standard car hunched over his notebook, he realizes that the train's fallen quiet in the night. Time to head back to bed. He moves through the largely-empty cars, but as the strange new scent of the spa car filters through in the corridor, he hesitates. The quiet is the perfect time, isn't it?
One ruffle through the closet and a quick shower trip later, he returns, carefully folding his legs beneath him as he sinks in. His torso's long enough that he's only covered up to the ribs and the old, angry red marks between his shoulder blades are exposed, but surely it's quiet enough that that's not an issue.
Finally...at last, he hears nothing but the sound of water lapping the edges of the pool. He can finally relax. He closes his eyes, rolling his shoulders back with a soft sigh.
"...hm. Not bad...maybe."
Where: Spa car
When: Imagination 4, very late at night
What: Someone gives into temptation to indulge and has potentially interesting discussions!
Warnings: Implied/possible mention of child abuse, other war/injury discussion possible. Will update if needed.
It's been...a day. Kaiba's spent time this evening working on how to talk to the others. It's clear as a train they need to regroup on a number of topics and make some changes, but how? And does he even want to try to facilitate? Not exactly his strong suit. He can already imagine the headache. He's sketched out a few potential outlines of topics to open the floor on. Maybe the memorial really is the simplest place to start?
But he's putting that out of his mind. After a late night in the standard car hunched over his notebook, he realizes that the train's fallen quiet in the night. Time to head back to bed. He moves through the largely-empty cars, but as the strange new scent of the spa car filters through in the corridor, he hesitates. The quiet is the perfect time, isn't it?
One ruffle through the closet and a quick shower trip later, he returns, carefully folding his legs beneath him as he sinks in. His torso's long enough that he's only covered up to the ribs and the old, angry red marks between his shoulder blades are exposed, but surely it's quiet enough that that's not an issue.
Finally...at last, he hears nothing but the sound of water lapping the edges of the pool. He can finally relax. He closes his eyes, rolling his shoulders back with a soft sigh.
"...hm. Not bad...maybe."
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It's been a long time since he's let himself relax like this. It's nice, being with like-minded people. He never really had the chance to stop and enjoy what he was doing, everything was always so urgent.
"That would actually be a huge help," he says to Xander. "I'll show you my plans later. We seriously need dedicated lab space, that's going to be my next request. And I'd fill it with varying chipset materials, welding torches, wires, piping, engine parts...the armory was a good first step, but not every battle's won by the sword."
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He raises an eyebrow at Xander's initial statement, especially given what Xander has just told them about Drake. "Rule of thumb: if you do not have at least a basic understanding of any given object, do not attempt to run an experiment with it. That way lies disaster."
If they are planning a laboratory space, he would very much like to be in on it. "Is that space the sort of thing the train would provide, or would we need to claim space in an extant car?" They are a bit pressed for space, true, but it ought to be doable, provided the rest of the passengers are amenable to the idea.
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He'd only heard about certain...issues...that Drake had had, but the stories had been plenty enough for him. Xander didn't ever want to run into that sort of thing for real.
"I don't need that sort of thing--I'm better as an Igor to someone else's mad scientist. Hand you this wrench. Transmute this scrap into the same amount of alloy. But hey, if you need hands, I've got them, you know?" He shrugged.
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He's a little bitter about that. But...moving on. He takes a breath, in and out...and lets that stress float away.
"...somehow I can't get as worked up, here. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea."