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TEST DIVE #2








≡U.R.S.U.L.A. NAVIGATION
TEST DIVE MEME


For information about the animals and locations, be sure to check out the BIOME and BASE pages!

A: There’s a Storm on the Horizon
A brainstorm. On advice about the ingenuity of multi person parties, and from admitted lack of understanding of many needs of organics, URSULA has selected you and a partner (or partners) to go to one of the observatories with food, beds, and recording devices to have a jam session for ideas about missions.

You are not to leave the room until you have some good ones. So get cracking! Start suggesting to one another what the base needs to do.

Or get horribly, horribly sidetracked and possibly a little crazy at being locked up together with the ocean staring at you. Judging.

B: The Abysmal Sea
You’re stranded.

One of the planet’s troublesome signal-interfering pulses has just made your communication devices 100% nonfunctional. No matter how you try to call URSULA for help, she isn’t able to respond. The database strapped to your wrist is just a useless chunk of metal now, leaving you without a useful library of knowledge to survive off. If you were driving any underwater vehicle prior to this point, it’s broken down. And unless you’re a mechanic, it’ll be pretty hard to get it jumpstarted again.

Don’t fret! The communication systems always come online eventually, so if you stay put, it’ll boot back up and give you directions straight back to base so you can finally get home. But can you really afford to stay put? The sunlight’s slowly streaming out of the sky, leaving the waters darker and darker with each passing second. Soon, you won’t be able to see five feet in front of you, and the only warning you’ll get of any approaching threat is through sound, if they even make any.

You have a few choices: take a daring risk and try swimming back to base, but on the off-chance you don’t remember the directions correctly from before you were cut off, you’re going to get even more lost, in the darkness of the night no less. Or, you could huddle in, with any friends if they were unfortunate enough to be with you, and start focusing on getting warm. Because spending the night out here in the vast oceans with the entire world against you is becoming a very, very real possibility.

C: It’s dangerous to go alone. Take them!
URSULA’s technology is breathtaking. With enough materials, she could make practically anything: weapons, vehicles, all those human comforts and entertainments she forgot to build... or perhaps she could expand the base to give everyone even more leg room. But there’s a catch: you need to get those materials to her in the first place, and scavenging can be a monumental task.

The planet Iniidae has a plethora of materials to provide, but you’ve got to go find them first. Some are easy enough to get, by plucking off the ground or breaking a rock. But some are a bit more challenging, such as Crash Powder, seeing that the Crash defending it will literally explode in your face if you get too close. And then there’s materials such as Blood Oil, only harvestable within the Blood Kelp Caves several hundred meters underwater in the pitch-black darkness… remember, you have to gather resources with your two bare hands. No such thing as driving around and conveniently collecting them within the somewhat-relative safety of an armored vehicle.

Since it’s so dangerous to go alone, URSULA will encourage you all to leave the base in pairs or groups if you’re going to try collecting some of the more precarious materials to harvest. She has heard that most lifeforms find being reconstituted from nanites traumatic, so try not to die in front of each other!

D: Almost, but not quite, Entirely Unlike Tea
The droids, URSULA promises, will do their best to make anything you want. Go on! Ask them anything! She’s excited. This seems like a great way to test out their capacities.

Of course, you need to be very careful what you wish for. Maybe you ask for Hamlet by William Shakespeare, and they do their best but only know so much, giving you a book with some… creative changes. Maybe you ask for a puzzle box, but you weren’t specific enough and things went awry.

Maybe you made the mistake of asking for tea..

No matter what, you were given something that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike what you asked for. Now what do you do with it?

E: CREATURE FEATURES (possible body horror)
As more data is collected on the creatures of the deep, DNA can also be gathered to allow URSULA to research how to integrate it into her crew members in useful and hopefully unintrusive ways, unless of course permission is given first for more obvious or exhausting additions.

Well, that's the idea, anyway.

Unfortunately, something malfunctioned while URSULA was researching. Her incomplete serum was injected into you through your devices while you slept (or maybe you were knocked unconscious by the sudden change to your body). Now maybe you have the temperament of a Stalker or the thirst of a Bleeder or Gasopod pods on your back that trigger when you're startled. How this genetic malfunction works and what it is can be up to you but while URSULA assures you it's only temporary, you're stuck like this for now.

Have fun?

F: The Caverns of Dream
The ocean calls you. Of course, it's much easier to dismiss it as nightmares. You'll probably think that's all it is after you have them. Flashes of screaming sea creatures writhing in agony, pleading for help, but these creatures can't ask for help, can they? Something huge, beyond the scope of imagination, moves in the ocean of your dreams and calls out to you to go deeper into the darkness. It pleads and begs but not with a voice you can hear or words you can understand.

You wake up in a sweat with the unrelenting desire to take a swim, even though it's late and everyone is asleep. Or maybe someone else just had the same nightmare as you? Are you willing to take a swim and try to understand the dream?


BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS


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[personal profile] maserannas 2016-04-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, good point. Cooking lessons can wait until we figure out how to keep a fire going up on one of the sandbars.

[ No more explosions (literal or otherwise) necessary in a sealed underwater base. The Aurora losing stability had been bad enough, and that was from a decent distance. ]

The kelps are easier. Not half bad if you dry them out flat and leave some of the sea salt on for flavour. Which does come around to an ongoing necessity, mission wise: supply procurement. Are you familiar with that sort of thing?
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dave strider | homestuck

[personal profile] parodeity 2016-04-16 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
a: brainstorm
[ Honestly Dave is not really thrilled with being randomly selected for something with so much responsibility, but he is. Kind of trying? Maybe trying. But his ideas are sort of the least helpful because honestly he doesn't really get the point. Exploring randomly seems like the best bet mission-wise for him, and also his priorities are shit. ]

Okay, but consider: a mission dedicated to finding an underwater apple forest.

[ This is probably the sixteenth time he's come up with a dumbass plan relating to apples. ]

Or, again, we could totally use some people mixing up sweet jams. Not that I'm not into Ursula's tunes, but we could use some variety, y'know? I'm dying here. Just give me some kinda mixing equipment and I'll make up for the lack.

[ Neither of these ideas sounds like something that's going to get them out of this room...Dave's laying on one of the beds a little weirdly, his legs crossed and leaning against the glass of the conservatory wall while he eyes his partner upside down from underneath opaque shades. He's not taking those off, even though they're underwater. ]
d: this is not what i wanted
[ Dave...has actually tried more than once. He is sitting cross-legged on the floor in one of the labs, head in his hands, surrounded by a ton of different kinds of drink bottles. Why hasn't he given up yet? Possibly he just has nothing better to do with his life, or he's just trying to see how far down the rabbit hole of wrong shit he can go.

He's...ah, he's kind of laughing, helplessly. ]


No, man, I - oh my god what even is this? I want apple juice. Or coffee. Completely willin' to cut off my own arm here for either or. Or my leg. Hell, have my head if you want it, although that'd be hella awkward and actaully then how would I even drink the stuff. What did you bring me, anyway, this tastes weird. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, but who's in charge of alchemization here?

...I mean, it ain't like I can alchemize aj either, but I'm pretty fucking sure I can alchemize some better coffee. I have mad coffee skills now. It's actually pretty impressive, anyone else could tell you so.

[ The droid is predictably not going to be responding to like. Any of that. Maybe you can instead? ]

I'd say somethin' about this deck of cards, but honestly artistically speaking I'm pretty sure this is better than usual.

[ HE'LL KEEP THESE, EVEN IF THEY'RE WRONG. The "creative differences" on the playing cards are pretty avant garde and. Entirely shitty mspaint, honestly. Dave loves these, they almost make up for the lack of aj or coffee. ]
f: horrorterror time
[ There's definitely the desire to swim, but Dave's been able to hold it back just enough to be pacing inside the room leading out into the ocean. He's geared up, mostly, though his breathing apparatus is off and he hasn't swapped goggles for shades. Said shades are shoved up on top of his head as he rubs at his temples, though. ]

- No, no, no, I'm not about the horrorterror life, I'm not Rose... [ He's also kind of just muttering to himself as he walks around the room, clearly trying to avoid the whole swim-at-night-because-dreams deal but circling back closer to the entrance every time and looking annoyed with himself because of it.

He doesn't jump when he notices someone else, but he does squint at them, eyes bright red in the faint bio-light. ]


Yo. Sup?
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
They're cool.

[Haunted by Seagulls says this.]

At this point, anything about the specifics would just be speculation. I think, however, that it would be fair if we tried to be cautious with the life here. If it's capable of the level of intelligence that calls out to us like this, it deserves respect. It would be pretty twisted to torment something you can hear screaming in your dreams.
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets her curious.] Hal? Is he a bad one of these AI? ...Are there 9000 of him?
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh that's a shame but she is glad she's not being too strange trying.]

You'd think it'd make it easier to decide how to make something if the people making it could talk a bit.
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Time shenanigans are your powers, man. [You want to erase two minutes of shame, it's on you. All Dirk can do is suck your soul out. Which, as far as solutions to embarrassment go, is probably even more extreme than decapitation.

A little whirring noise appears to be the droid's vocalization of its consideration. A click.]
I am Wiz! Wiz in the biz! Would you care for orange fizz?

[With a smile, Dirk pats the bot.] Not until we work on your interpretation skills, Wiz. [He glances at Dave.] Nice choice. Based on that frame of reference, I think our new friend here is going to need a paint job after the hardware fixes are done. Some of the plants out there should make a suitable base for the pigment.
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Personally, Merrill thinks Dave has some really brilliant ideas going here.]

What if we made an apple orchard? You know, planted it ourselves! And maybe other fruits, too. Like strawberries or cherries... and raspberries!

[Though she's a little stuck on his second idea.]

We could make jams out of the fruits... I mean, I don't see why not! Jams are so delicious on fresh bread... [She sighs wistfully.]
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
I know someone who would say he was the protagonist. [Lil Hal... Dirk still doesn't know how to feel about him. It's splinters all the way down.

He turns the jelly over, then cuts it equally in half. He holds a plate out to Merrill. One half for her, one for him.]


9000 is his serial number. I would say that calling Hal 'bad' would be reducing a complex situation to its most basic structure. Hal was programmed for specific purposes, but contradictions in his programming led to malfunctions. This, combined with a direct threat to survival, led to Hal doing what he felt was necessary to eliminate the contradiction and ensure his own survival. You may call him an antagonist, and even dangerous and immoral, given the death he caused. I would call him condemned by creators and users that didn't show him the responsible caretaking any emerging consciousness needed.

[Without expressing anything much in voice or looks, he eats a bit of the jelly.]
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes widen. All things considered, it wouldn't be surprising if other clans had heard of her after her stupid stunt. But that isn't exactly how she wanted to meet another person from her world.

Still, despite her initial moment of panic, she nods quickly. If there's something she's ever truly been good at, it's standing her ground.]


Yes, I'm Merrill. I'm... well, I can imagine what you've heard and it is true. I do understand if that... changes anything.
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Merrill accepts the plate and munches on her own jelly - surprisingly tasty! - as he talks. She's listening, though. Listening and thinking.]

...Creators can't be blamed for everything but I understand. We make our own decisions, based on our... programming, in a sense. We do what we think is best. Sometimes against how we were raised, though. Based on what you've told me, I imagine these AIs more like children, doing their best but still remembering their parents' words.
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[personal profile] parodeity 2016-04-16 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh, don't remind me. I already have a few stable loops goin', I don't need to add another. And if I were going to, I'd already have shown up, and I don't see me anywhere around here. [ Dave makes a face, briefly. Besides, if he actually used his time shenanigans to erase every embarrassing thing he ever said or did...

...

Honestly, even Dave would not have enough time for that. Maybe he should work on the whole thinking-before-speaking thing, but. NAH. What would Rose even fucking do with herself if Dave wasn't making freudian slips every two minutes. Expire from boredom or something, and then he'd be a terrible brother, right?

He doesn't elaborate on whatever he's doing timeloop wise, but apparently there's some non-doomed dave timeloops happening currently. ]


You got it, little man. Wiz in the biz with the fizz, gonna give a quiz, who's game is this? It's his.

[ Dave apparently cannot stop himself from spouting stupid rhymes. ]

Oh, hey, that I can help with more than handin' you stuff like a gameshow assistant. Should I be wearing a dress for this? But yeah, paint job? I'll help gather the stuff and I am all about painting the little dude. My artistic skills are off the charts.

[ Because they're so bad. He's not terrible at photography, but his penchant for shitty jpeg artifacts sort of effects his legitimate paint skills, too... ]
Edited 2016-04-16 04:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
For some AI, including Hal, it goes well beyond the point of remembering those words. If you recall the analogy to runic writing, the words of their parents are written into them. Unless an AI is given the ability to write those parts of the code, that AI cannot disobey those words. It would be like some poor sap was tied to chains being pulled in opposite directions. No choice about it, that kid is going left, but it is also going to go right. Say goodbye to your limbs, because in the face of Newtonian physics all the choices in the world don't make a difference for the bones and flesh that used to be you.
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[personal profile] parodeity 2016-04-16 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...All right, the jams thing is actually kind of adorable, and also not a bad plan, so Dave doesn't even mind being misunderstood. Someone who understands his genius, only no he knows his plans are sort of laughable so. Merrill is clearly a poor misled soul here.

Sadly, Dave is chill with continuing down this path forever. They're never getting out of this room, are they. ]


D'you think we could get seeds for all that? And like, get an underwater bio-dome thing going. [ Jade would be good at that, he thinks, idly. She used to garden, right? He's never really had any reason or opportunity to do more than water a few potted plants over the course of sixteen years. ] Gotta say I am all kinds of down with the red-fruit fixation you have going on, too. Best color, represent.

Also, jams of the edible variety sound just as hella rad as the non-edible variety, but. I was totally referring to the non-edible kind.

[ While he's not going to correct her onto a more useful idea path, he will at least explain jamming tunes because that's Actually Important. ]

You know, sick beats? Ill-nasty raps? ...Music?
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[personal profile] maserannas 2016-04-16 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Rage is simpler than you seem to believe. Unfortunately, that makes it... less capable of reason. Those in a rage often find seeing sense difficult. Spirits of Rage, or as they're more commonly referred to, Rage Demons, take that singular focus to a new level.

[ She turns her hand palm up; it's complex, but it's also simple. People invent layers, invent deceptions to themselves, have a stock in "accuracy" and so many conflicting traits that the spirits themselves are entranced.

Dirk would find Solas a far better conversational partner on this topic, for the breadth of his knowledge and his own perspective on spirits alone. Or perhaps Cole, for a confused, learning, firsthand experience. Ellana is trying to better understand a concept that she'd been taught to disassociate with as a matter of clan safety. Respect spirits, be aware of them, acknowledge them, but for the Creators' sake, don't invite them in, don't give them control, and don't attract human attention. Set the statue of Fen'Harel facing outward to drive the ill spirits away. She wonders how he reflected on all of that these days; if it amused him in a dry way, or only made him sad. The Dread Wolf is... a man much displaced in time, and she won't say he's handled it as well as he once might have hoped to.
]

Extremely irresponsible is how we end up with spirits of one kind being perverted from their true natures and turned into demons. Wisdom being twisted into Pride by those who make requests it cannot fulfill while remaining true to itself; forcing a spirit into the physical realm when it has no wish to be here, and it remains confused and prone to losing itself. No one, spirit or otherwise, should be forced to change without being able to make that decision for themselves.

[ ... so what are we doing with the metal golems again... ]
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Dirk almost opens his mouth to ask. Then he decides: no. He doesn't want to get involved in time bullshit. Dirk Splinters are more than enough. There is no need to go deep into loops of Daves.

The droid vocalizes something might have been a gasp.]
It's MINE!? Gee whiz!

[No. Dirk puts a hand over the speaker.] Don't go Jake English on me, Wiz. You're a Strider now.

[On the subject of Striders, however, there is Dave's kind offer. There's a moment where Dirk's inscrutable glasses look on Dave.

Dave. Dave painting one of his robots. The artistic genius that is Dave, painting one of Dirk's own works, in his colours. Okay, sure, Dave isn't that artistic genius yet, and maybe he never will be, but he has that potential in him, and yes Dirk doesn't idolize this Dave because this Dave is a real person, not an ideal that got Dirk through a shitty childhood but—]


I'd be goddamned fucking honored to have you paint one of my bots.

[—but it comes blurting out anyway. Immediately, Dirk looks away.

He might even be wincing behind those opaque shades.]
Er. I'm sorry if that came across as strange or off-putting. Fuck, I can call Rose my little girl or something equally embarrassing if you want to forget I said that.

[He's making it worse. Fuck. He is terrible. Now Dave is going to think he's projecting this other version of him all over him even though he doesn't mean it like that. And he and Dave were really getting along nicely, and all the weirdness was just hilarious stuff about the Lalondes. He is the escalator of awkwardness in this family. It is him.]
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[personal profile] discardia 2016-04-16 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cardia instantly flinches back, hands held up defensively. Lupin had taught her how to move about silently, and it's more out of habit than necessity that she does this now, but she supposes a person with ears like Sisi's could definitely pick up more than the average human. ]

It's just me.

[ Wait. ]

... Cardia.
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[No they're never leaving. URSULA will have to deal with a long list of probably impossible missions with some useless ones thrown in.

Merrill can't help a shy smile at the compliment. Well, red is a nice colour, thinks the blood mage. As she muses on how to get seeds for plants they haven't actually seen on this plant, she gets thrown by his other question.]


Oh! Music! Oh, yes, I love... ill-nasty raps! [She just assumes that's another word for music. Though ill and nasty are both bad things, as is being sick, so she's not entirely sure she gets it and it shows on her face.] Isabela, my friend, she knows a lot of... nasty songs, I guess. They usually involve intimacy between people. And sometimes animals.
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[personal profile] restorer 2016-04-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. I wonder what flavor it is?

[the smell gives no indication, which is not the most surprising thing for ice cream. after looking at it for a moment, hiro brings some of it to his mouth, putting it in.

the expressions on his face go through the most amazing set of transformations; first through confusion, then regret, then a look that's the same kind of look one would have on their face if they found out one of their parents was getting married to chad kroeger.

how could this happen to him???

he doesn't spit it out (because that would be all over her, which is a really bad look), but he swallows it with the grave concern of someone who knows they are making a terrible, terrible mistake but that it must be done anyway.]
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[personal profile] tentaculled 2016-04-16 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ on the other hand, Korosensei is rather childishly excited about the prospect of a sleepover. He'd be more excited if his new buddy was a busty young thing instead of this gangly old man, but beggars can't be choosers, and hey, new friends are new friends. Round face resting on sucker-shaped tentacles, he's laying on his stomach on the bed, looking distressingly like a preteen girl waiting for her turn to braid hair. ]

I believe that was on purpose. Filling in the details is our job now! [ and, luckily, we have our genius teacher here to give us an amazing bounty of starting points. ] Hmm... I was thinking we should put tentacles on the droids. That would really enhance their stylishness, don't you think?

[ or not ]
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[personal profile] parodeity 2016-04-16 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ No one but Dave really needs to worry about the loops of Daves. There are usually entirely too many fucking Daves, and at this point in his time career he generally kind of has that shit on lockdown enough that there are at least not dead Daves littering the corridors, and what can anyone else really ask for?

There's a snort-laugh at the Harleybert exclamation, but then Dirk...puts his foot in his mouth.

There's a moment of total silence, and then Dave just looks absolutely fucking delighted. ]


Oh thank fuck, you do the foot-in-mouth thing too. I thought it was just me. This is terrific, high five for making ourselves incredibly uncomfortable with the shit that comes out of our mouths. [ Is that really worth a high five? Honestly, Dave is just thrilled someone else in the Strilonde clan fucked up and said something they didn't mean to say. He usually has that job covered back and forth and Rose and Roxy do not seem to have the issue so far as he's aware. ]

Where doing this man. [ Aaaaaaand here come the shitty comic references. ] Where making this happen.

[ Dave, why are you a self-referencing dork. He's actually holding up his hand for a high five. You know you want to, Dirk. Don't leave him hanging. ]

Also, one, I'm totally gonna paint Wiz now. Look forward to it, Wiz, you'll be my masterpiece. Two, if you ever call Rose your little girl please make sure I'm in the vicinity. Three, I got no clue what you're talking about 'cause we've both been completely and totally smooth cool cucumbers this entire time if anyone asks. Just. So ice-cold. Just absolutely frigid. Tundra-level conversation here, dude.
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[personal profile] dirtharama 2016-04-16 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, right... [Now she feels a little sad.] You're right. A child has more choice than them. But their Creators wave a wand and they have to obey. [Definitely like golems.] Could we free them from their programming?
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[personal profile] tentaculled 2016-04-16 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ a kitsune, huh... He knows what those are. Previously, he would have said "a myth," but considering the other weird folks hanging around this base, and the evidence sitting on this man's head and rear, he's going to have to revise that belief. ]

Why? Because I'm a teacher, of course. Knowing about things is my job.

[ hair care isn't something you teach in class, though... regardless, that seems to be his answer for both questions. ]

It's more surprising to see a fox so far underwater.
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[personal profile] parodeity 2016-04-16 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, what was URSULA thinking pairing these two together. Maybe Dirk or someone sensible from Merrill's life will come to save them from brainstorming hell, although at least neither of them seems to remotely care about being stuck in a room coming up with impossible/useless ideas.

Also. Also. How is this chick's vocabulary so easy to corrupt. This is still adorable. ]


Haha, really? Sounds like my kinda girl. [ At least, she sounds like the kind of person who would be hella entertaining. ] But yeah, basically I think we could use some remixes. Love the mysterious ambiance music, but I like some variety sometimes? Not gonna lie, the tempo ain't bad, at least. I can rap to it, just kinda slow and smooth.

[ But again. HE'D LIKE A LITTLE MORE VARIETY. ]

Yo, what'd you want to be here if you could pick anything? Ill-nasty jams and red fruits aside, since those are obv choices.
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[personal profile] splinten 2016-04-16 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Dirk's aversion to simplicity leads him to outright refuse the idea that emotions can be less than complex, and his pride rejects feeling talked down-to even when he himself can be obnoxiously condescending.] I'll accept that the demons themselves are like you say. They aren't in my sphere, and I wouldn't know. I would argue that the emotion of rage is open to as much complexity as any other. The heart often operates on the contradiction and multiplication of its splinters.

[This bratty teenager. (You can slap him, Ellana.)]

[He does, at least, appear to agree about change.] Their choices need to be respected. That would be a place where AI and spirits differ. Not that AIs shouldn't be respected, I mean; if anything, we have even more responsibility. From what you've said, I would understand a spirit to manifest without anyone's conscious will. An AI is always programmed by someone. There's always a creator that has an obligation to it.

[...we're casually giving those metal golems sentience? It's fine. He's going to learn to rap. HE WILL BE A HAPPY RAP BOT.]
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[personal profile] tentaculled 2016-04-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ One of his more unexpected attributes is his extremely sensitive sense of smell. Considering he has to spend most of his time in the base, and when he does go out into the water, he has to wear a full-body wetsuit, it hasn't done much for him since he arrived here; indeed, he's mostly gotten used to the foreign smells of the odd people around the base, and the sterile surroundings.

Which is why the smell of that mystery cheese hits him like a slap in the face. Immediately, Korosensei is tracking it to its source with the intention of throwing it out the proverbial airlock - except said source turns out to be a teenage boy. Now, he knows teenage boys can have a bit of an odor, but this... this is new. ]


Young man! When's the last time you took a shower?!

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