horizontal again i'm sorry this man is really splayed out on the ground looking at the ceiling. his emotions are still in that tight little box bundle, but the strongest one that leaks through is this sense of being lost.]
the mods really handed you emotions week this week, good lord. after his cursory inspection of the holding cells, shu slowly drops himself into a cross legged sprawl on the ground in front of the cell. he has no real idea how to broach the topic of that specific feeling leaking out of scien. not right now, at least.
so, he focuses on the more immediate issue — the one he came here for. ]
Yeah, well. Imagine any populated area without a prison of some sort. It’d be chaos.
but he closes his eyes. there is contemplation at first, like he's thinking of his answer - but then there is a sudden wave of violence. like a moment being relived. it ebbs away and scien's brow furrows, as if parsing through his own emotions]
[ he makes a gesture with his hand, like pointing back and forth. ] I know there’s difference here in how you do or don’t handle emotions compared to the rest of us. That’s not what I’m asking. Just the ‘why’.
He told me earlier in the week that he'd altered his own Memory Bank. [there is another echo of violence, a memory of a feeling, and scien's brow furrows for a moment, as if trying to place it] I wanted to see it for myself.
shu closes his eyes for a moment, before sighing. ]
Alright.
[ there’s… a hint that suggests he doesn’t fully believe what he’s being told. but the acceptance of someone who knows he’d be setting himself up for running headfirst into a brick wall if he argued otherwise. ]
Did they tell you anything when they put you here — drop off points, who they were contacting? Or is this your home for the next seven weeks now?
As if I'd let myself remain here for seven weeks. You all get to ask your questions and pretend that you're invested in my well-being for another one maximum, before I remove myself.
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scien in a jar, what will he do. regardless, shu has some questions so he's here to talk to him, eyes flicking around the holding cells curiously. ]
I did wonder where they were keeping these.
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horizontal again i'm sorry this man is really splayed out on the ground looking at the ceiling. his emotions are still in that tight little box bundle, but the strongest one that leaks through is this sense of being lost.]
Nice of them to do one thing right.
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the mods really handed you emotions week this week, good lord. after his cursory inspection of the holding cells, shu slowly drops himself into a cross legged sprawl on the ground in front of the cell. he has no real idea how to broach the topic of that specific feeling leaking out of scien. not right now, at least.
so, he focuses on the more immediate issue — the one he came here for. ]
Yeah, well. Imagine any populated area without a prison of some sort. It’d be chaos.
[ … ]
“What I was made to do to Dahut”. Nanites?
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but he closes his eyes. there is contemplation at first, like he's thinking of his answer - but then there is a sudden wave of violence. like a moment being relived. it ebbs away and scien's brow furrows, as if parsing through his own emotions]
... I did it.
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I see.
Why?
[ he makes a gesture with his hand, like pointing back and forth. ] I know there’s difference here in how you do or don’t handle emotions compared to the rest of us. That’s not what I’m asking. Just the ‘why’.
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What for?
[ … he’s not sure he likes where this is going, honestly. ]
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jesus christ, scien. ]
And asking him about what he did wasn't going to cut it?
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Apparently not.
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shu closes his eyes for a moment, before sighing. ]
Alright.
[ there’s… a hint that suggests he doesn’t fully believe what he’s being told. but the acceptance of someone who knows he’d be setting himself up for running headfirst into a brick wall if he argued otherwise. ]
Did they tell you anything when they put you here — drop off points, who they were contacting? Or is this your home for the next seven weeks now?
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