Little green thing
Oct. 30th, 2007 @ 01:11 am
Strawbaby's in the Nexus! She's sitting on the arm of a couch, happily making a nest out of Christmas tree tinsel as random snatches of songs appear on the holoscreen behind her head.
Then the question appears!
WHAT DOES 'SAD' MEAN? she asks without looking up.
You are feeling: artistic
"Opposite of happy?" Hello, strange little doll! :o
Little blue eyes look up at her as busy little hands pause on the tinsel. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
She blinks, grinning. Strange, but cute green doll. "What don't you understand?"
OPPOSITE OF HAPPY? Head tilty.
"Well. " She pauses, thinking. "Might have been a bad description... have you ever cried?"
"Ever felt like you were going to?"
"Well, if you ever do
, that's what being sad is like." Somehow Danielle doesn't think she's getting through to the doll but it's worth a try.
Nope, but she's going to remember the information till she can come across something that'll help her understand.
If she doesn't get distracted by teh shiny and forget.
Elecman quirks an eyebrow at the AI. He had never seen one so tiny
before. He browses through a few mental memory banks to find a dictionary definition.
1. affected by unhappiness or grief
2. expressive of or characterized by sorrow
3. causing sorrow
4. (of color) somber, dark, or dull"
The slightly automated tone to his voice fades when he decides these answers aren't really satisfactory and he decides to give an answer of his own. "It's when you feel like shit but would rather mope about it than, say, hit something."
She cocks her head and considers the data, then looks up. HOW DOES ONE FEEL LIKE EXCREMENT?
He rolls his eyes. This would be more effort than he'd bargained for.
"That's just a figure of speech. It means you feel really, really bad, m'kay?"
I UNDERSTAND. She dances a little, then pauses to think about it. NO... YES, I DO.
He crosses his arms and leans back a little, slightly amused.
NO, BUT DATA THAT I COLLECT LATER WILL CAST LIGHT ON IT, NO DOUBT. Hands on her hips as she peers up at him curiously.
"Heh, thought so." He shrugs. "That is the only way to go about it, though. Keep amassing information until you have some understanding of what's going on."
He peers back, one eyebrow raised as if to ask 'yes?' in response to the curiousity.
She nods as she plunks down in her nest again, then tilts her head at him. EVERYTHING IS INTERESTING.
"Well, that's nice and broad. Anything in particular caught your attention yet? Or have you just been gleaning the data as you go to sort out later."
FOR LATER. She nods decisively.
Not that her laters ever actually seem to happen....
HMMM, SHINY. Contented fiddling with the tinsel.
The 'armor' she's wearing?
He had assumed that the armor was just some kind of specially outfitted mylar suit. Way off base, it would seem.
"So you're easily distracted by the shiny, hm?"
SHINY IS NICE. She doesn't look up, being intent on a knot in her shiny tinsel.
While she's pre-occupied he raises one hand about a foot above her head and rubs his thumb and forefinger together. It sends a small shower of sparks around the nest (and any that float her way by accident should be deflected by the AV field). For all intents and purposes, it's just another source of shiny.
She blinks, then lifts her face. Due to the inflammable nature of her being the sparks settle on it as peacefully as snowflakes, sitting a moment before they fade.
PRETTY. The words are in a softer colour than their usual green.
Hm. He had expected more of a chasing reaction to the sparks. Kind of like a cat chasing a laserpointer. Still, a reaction is a reaction, so he keeps it up. Because, really, he's that much of a show off.
The nest of tinsel is a write off now, but she doesn't notice as she watches the sparks raptly.
Then she gets up and starts to dance to the music she hears from them.
At least the timing isn't too bad. With Halloween coming and going tommorrow it's a sure thing that there will be plenty of tinsel around soon.
He smirks a little at the dancing. It almost looks like she's doing it to the resonant frequency of the sparks, which would impressive. Most can't hear that. After continuing the spark shower for another minut or two he stops.
"Shiny enough for you?"
Another happy twirl, and then she hops down to the floor and puts her tiny arms as far as they'll go around his ankle.
Elecman looks a little taken aback by this. He's not overly used to physical contact outside of battle and being hugged by a tiny person is a first. He looks around to make sure none of his teammates are around. The teasing about 'going soft' would be endless.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever."
She looks up at him thoughtfully, then tosses her hair back. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?
He shrugs. "Fighting mostly. Though hacking and music are pretty high up on the list as well."
Her tiny face suddenly creases into an expression that, if she were larger, would make people step back in surprise. It's a look of fierce enthusiasm and joy. KICKING BUTT ROCKS!
surprising. Elec can't help but look amused.
"Really, now? You didn't strike me as the type to be interested in violent stuff."
MY FIRST DESIGNATION WAS BABE IN ARMOR. I AM PROGRAMMED FOR BATTLE.
"Huh, not so different than a navi programmed for combat, then. What kind of battles did you fight?"
Her tiny mouth quirks humorously. She knows how small she is. I'VE SAVED BABY BIRDS FROM CATS, AND BEATEN UP BIG PERVERTS.
And those thugs had never yet, probably, figured out just what the heck came swooping out of the night and knocked them in the heads.
He chuckles and shakes his head at the mention of saving small animals. So very white hat. The second one catches his attention, however.
"Big perverts? How big are we talking here?"
"...Alright, I definitely get the impression that you've got something up your sleeve here that I'm not seeing. How did you manage that, exactly?"
She points under the couch. HE FLIES.
He glances at the couch but can't tell what's underneath from this angle.
"...I'm not going to get on the ground and look under the couch. Chances are that whatever 'he' is he'll latch onto my face when I least expect it and not let go. Or something equally ridiculous, knowing this place. So why don't you tell me what 'he' is?"
She calls to Fred through the link that they share, and the tiny yellow horse comes out, trailing dustbunnies, to stick his nose in her face and be smacked away. HIM.
"Little flying horse. Riiiight. Well, not as odd as some of the things I was picturing, I guess."
He peers at the horse. "He definitely explains how you get around. Bu,t since it doesn't have any mini-rocket launchers or other built in weaponry, there still seems to this whole beating-people-many-times-larger-than-yo
u thing than meets the eye. So what else is there. Super strenghth?"
WE'RE MADE OF STONE. HITTING FLESH PEOPLE IN THE HEAD HURTS THEM. She's already distracted... someone left a penny on the floor.
"Ah, now that
would explain it."
Since she seems to have found something nice and shiny to occupy her time Elecman decides to leave her to it.
"Well, been interesting talking to you." He directs a wave in her direction, though he doubts she'll see it with her attention on the penny.
BYE BYE! THANKS FOR HELPING ME! She waves.((thanks for the thread.))
((Thank you! 'Twas fun.))