Log01.entry

[ugh_emotions]

Who: SecUnit, Charles, and eventually other people depending on how things go lots of other people, everyone join in
What: SecUnit checks up Charles, no one has a good time
When: Just before the start of the Story
Where: The stacks
Content warnings: SecUnit getting accidentally bricked

Every time SecUnit or one of its drones caught sight of Charles, he seemed to look even more dead than the last time.

Which was weird. He was already dead (which was also weird), surely he couldn't get any more dead. You were either dead or you weren't.

Whatever. It wasn't SecUnit's problem. Charles wasn't one of its humans. It didn't need to worry about him.

(It worried about him.)

Eventually though, it gets to the point where it can't ignore it anymore, and it stomps over to where Charles is in the Stacks.

"What's wrong with you?" it demands.

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Outside the bathroom, tucked away up in a corner near the ceiling, is a tiny drone, no bigger than a centimeter across. She likely won't even notice it. But it sees her, so SecUnit knows that she's there, even before she calls.

It's tempted to just...not reply. Say nothing, pretend it isn't here, hope the SOB (aka: Sentient Organic Being) goes away. But it's pretty obvious that someone isn't here, and if it looks like its hiding they'll just make even more fuss.

"It’s occupied." The voice that comes through the door is muffled, and terse. It's a voice that doesn't read as particularly masculine or feminine.

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Cinthe wouldn't even think to look for a drone, never mind one so small, so she is quite unaware of its presence.

She is perceptive enough to pick up the strain in the voice from the other side of the door, though. She pauses, considering the situation with a delicate frown. There's a balance between concern and unwelcome pushing, and she doesn't intend to offend anyone without cause.

Blasting down the door is an option, sure, but she generally has better manners than that unless given good reason. It's not her business, as much as she does want a shower...

She responds a moment later, in her light and mysterious accent, a note of something musical and foreign in her voice. She is very much both sentient and organic, a bit warmer than a human her size would be but otherwise in line with expected biometrics. Blinks, breathes, the steady and calm beat of a heart that's exactly where it's supposed to be, doing what it's expected to do.

"Ah...okay." A beat of pause. "Are you well?"

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"I'm fine," it says, sharper now.

(It is not fine. It does not sound fine. It sounds like someone who is trying to hide away from the entire world, and would very much like Cinthe to stop talking and go away now, thank you very much.)

[lightsgift]

That definitely does not sound fine. Cinthe's hopes of a shower are flickering like a dying candle, but...she's not a cold person. Quite the opposite, and the growing concern takes the place of her dashed hygiene hopes. She shifts her rolled towel to her other arm, still leaned into the locked door to discern as much as she can. Which isn't much, but she's trying. Her tail flicks back and forth intently, a tight arc that's not yet agitation but definitely aware.

"If you need anything, please let me know. I've only just arrived here, but my name is Cinthe. I'm a healer."

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"I don't need medical treatment," it says, now starting to sound...annoyed.

It watches her through the drone, tense, as she leans on the door. She had better not be about to fucking try to break through it. Ugh. Why couldn't she just leave it alone?

[lightsgift]

Cinthe may be helpful, but she can take a hint. She's an outsider here, and whatever this is, well...she doesn't know.

Yes, she could break the door down, far more easily than her delicate frame would suggest. But that's extreme, for a situation where someone just wishes to be left alone.

"I'll leave you, then." Sigh. No shower. "Kind regards, in any case."

The words are kind enough, spoken quietly but loud enough to carry through the door. Then she straightens from the door, leaving it as it is and turning to leave with a slightly disappointed droop of tail.

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It watches her leave. Once she's out of its drone's sight, it finally relaxes a little.

(SecUnit won't ever admit this. But it does appreciate her giving it space, and not trying to make it interact.)