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reverielogs2018-07-17 04:10 pm
veristitalian) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-17 04:10 pm
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life quite simply marches on
» WHO? Jasnah Kholin and Open
» WHEN? Current dated
» WHERE? Medical research area, the halls of deck six, command station.
» WHAT? Passing time and recovering from sleep deprivation.
» WARNINGS? Nothing yet.
1. Alarm
There are very few parts of the station that Jasnah hasn't gone over with a fine toothed comb, but the back corners of the medical research room bear exploring. She's only beginning to build her familiarity with station technology, but it isn't difficult to suss out that the beds are some kind of institutional setting- she thinks clinic, but is also prepared to consider emergency shelter, or even schoolroom or nursery.
Honestly, for all show knows the cryopods are what passes for a prison on board. She's near one, considering its' usefulness as same, fingertips darting lightly over the panels, trying in vain to activate something.
Lost in thought, she completely misses the sound of approaching footsteps, and jumps, badly, at the shape of someone in the doorway.
2. Anger
Where the plants are concerned, Jasnah does as Prax tells her. It's the unglamorous part right now, getting the troughs in the walls ready for planting. Like everything else in the station, the planters are covered in a thick layer of grime and crud, a lot of it oily and all of it potentially toxic.
Jasnah has two buckets of water, both foamy with soap, a few rags. In a way, it's nice to have a place to put all the rage and impotence that she's been grappling with since the music ended. She can do precious little about being trapped here, but she can clean this storming planter until it's fit to sustain life. She can clean the next one, and the one after that. The activity swings between meditative and infuriating in its' own right.
She drags her hair back out of her face now and again, and eventually she finds she's got soap in i. Jasnah closes her eyes and breathes deep for a moment, regaining her composure and breathing out through her nose.
3. Resignation
When Jasnah is feeling graceful about things, she makes her way up to the command room with her notebook and pen and a cup of coffee, and sits down in front of one of the consoles. She reviews what she can find online, working for hours at a time. Everything they have access to, categorized in her neat script, cross referenced against everything else they know, searching for every detail that can be eked out.
"My deepest hope is that there are two of you," she comments, quietly, to the room around her. It's a silly superstition she'd picked up several weeks ago, carrying on a mild, one-sided conversation with the AI she theorizes living in the station walls, in one of her many potential hypotheses. She'd broken the habit while the music blasted, but it surfaces now as she gets into her notes again. Jasnah into the logic of the contents she's wading through, their idiosyncrasies, and it conjures for her the personality of her research.
"I would be extremely alarmed to learn that you were responsible for the week of sleeplessness. My charitable interpretation of that scene with the two mechanics was that you were driven by some necessity that we don't yet understand. If you're actually just homicidal and sadistic I will be both irate and disappointed."
It's probably a result of living all those years bonded to Ivory, who has been with her with a thought every minute of every day for nearly a decade. He's gotten Jasnah into the habit of chatting while she works.
This also won't be the first time she's been walked in on while commenting idly to an invisible (imaginary, in this case) companion.
» WHEN? Current dated
» WHERE? Medical research area, the halls of deck six, command station.
» WHAT? Passing time and recovering from sleep deprivation.
» WARNINGS? Nothing yet.
1. Alarm
There are very few parts of the station that Jasnah hasn't gone over with a fine toothed comb, but the back corners of the medical research room bear exploring. She's only beginning to build her familiarity with station technology, but it isn't difficult to suss out that the beds are some kind of institutional setting- she thinks clinic, but is also prepared to consider emergency shelter, or even schoolroom or nursery.
Honestly, for all show knows the cryopods are what passes for a prison on board. She's near one, considering its' usefulness as same, fingertips darting lightly over the panels, trying in vain to activate something.
Lost in thought, she completely misses the sound of approaching footsteps, and jumps, badly, at the shape of someone in the doorway.
2. Anger
Where the plants are concerned, Jasnah does as Prax tells her. It's the unglamorous part right now, getting the troughs in the walls ready for planting. Like everything else in the station, the planters are covered in a thick layer of grime and crud, a lot of it oily and all of it potentially toxic.
Jasnah has two buckets of water, both foamy with soap, a few rags. In a way, it's nice to have a place to put all the rage and impotence that she's been grappling with since the music ended. She can do precious little about being trapped here, but she can clean this storming planter until it's fit to sustain life. She can clean the next one, and the one after that. The activity swings between meditative and infuriating in its' own right.
She drags her hair back out of her face now and again, and eventually she finds she's got soap in i. Jasnah closes her eyes and breathes deep for a moment, regaining her composure and breathing out through her nose.
3. Resignation
When Jasnah is feeling graceful about things, she makes her way up to the command room with her notebook and pen and a cup of coffee, and sits down in front of one of the consoles. She reviews what she can find online, working for hours at a time. Everything they have access to, categorized in her neat script, cross referenced against everything else they know, searching for every detail that can be eked out.
"My deepest hope is that there are two of you," she comments, quietly, to the room around her. It's a silly superstition she'd picked up several weeks ago, carrying on a mild, one-sided conversation with the AI she theorizes living in the station walls, in one of her many potential hypotheses. She'd broken the habit while the music blasted, but it surfaces now as she gets into her notes again. Jasnah into the logic of the contents she's wading through, their idiosyncrasies, and it conjures for her the personality of her research.
"I would be extremely alarmed to learn that you were responsible for the week of sleeplessness. My charitable interpretation of that scene with the two mechanics was that you were driven by some necessity that we don't yet understand. If you're actually just homicidal and sadistic I will be both irate and disappointed."
It's probably a result of living all those years bonded to Ivory, who has been with her with a thought every minute of every day for nearly a decade. He's gotten Jasnah into the habit of chatting while she works.
This also won't be the first time she's been walked in on while commenting idly to an invisible (imaginary, in this case) companion.
Anger
It's rare he finds someone working to clean with quite such single-minded focus, even more rare for it to be Brightness Kholin.
"Pardon us. Would you like assistance, Brightness Kholin?" he asks when she shifts to breathe.
Is there an urgent reason for the cleaning, or would she appreciate company for any reason? The Butler wouldn't mind a task that helps, something less frustrating than trying to sort out the station's dangers and reasons.
no subject
She says, breathing out, and glancing up at him. Something about his presence calms her faster quicker than someone else might. It's because he refers to her so deferentially, she feels responsible for the pieces of herself she exposes him to.
"Thank you, yes. Your company would be a pleasant diversion.
no subject
"Shall I clean this section?" Brightness Kholin has made impressive progress, but the task is clearly not finished.
If she wants something besides a set of hands to clean, he's not sure how to open any helpful conversation.
no subject
She proposes, instead, hand sliding through his hair.
"No, let's go somewhere else. The observation deck?"
She proposes, instead. It'd be a good place to sit and catch her breath.
no subject
He's just relieved that the whole station is far more rational this week than last. It's hard to help anyone when no one makes sense.
no subject
She says, tucking her bucket and cloth neatly to the side, and moving to follow.
"And how have you been since we spoke last?"
no subject
"We are much relieved that the effects on the humans aboard seem to be fading, Brightness Kholin."
Worried also about the failure to find a reason for why these things began in the first place, leaving them all vulnerable to whatever comes next; but that is a feeling which has not changed since the very beginning of their kidnapped life.
no subject
She says;
"That's compassionate of you. Do our pains impact you? I don't know whether or not you actually sleep."
If the music bothered him.