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.

Comments

Re: hey c'mere if you wanna be in the peanut gallery

[thickasacastlewall]

"Do you think he's going to be all right?" Dunk asks, frowning, as he keeps looking between the gathered crowd of people near the fainted man--which has two small winged people at this point--and the red-colored giant. He's still not quite used to all the odd-looking people here at the library.

[logosmaxima]

Magnus has his single eye turned not toward the assembly around the fallen servitor, but up toward the rafters when the young mortal asks his question. He stares a moment longer at what he's sensed up near the ceiling, then turns his eye on the smaller man.

"I believe it will be," he rumbles, reassuringly. "It wasn't hurt, merely stunned, and needs time to awaken after the insult."

[thickasacastlewall]

Dunk frowns. He doesn't like that the red giant is calling the unconscious man an 'it'--but given how easily the red giant could squash him, he doesn't quite feel like he should challenge him on the subject yet.

"The sorcerer is there with him," he says after a moment. "Mayhaps he'll be able to help?" Even if the tiny, winged man is currently fending off the affections of an equally tiny, very drunk woman at the moment.