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 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 06:36 PM
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This place was strange – all of it. The hospital had been an experience in itself, needles, Destiny decided that she did not like needles at all. The first three days she had babbled at them in Ancient – she was still trying to get used to motor skills and so her head had told her that sure, babble away in your “native” tongue, they’ll understand. They hadn’t. It had been fascinating however, watching the small cylinder of metal be pressed into her skin, the momentary burn from the alcohol that had been swabbed there before, coupled with the poke – it wasn’t entirely pleasant, but it had not been as painful as smacking into the water in a backwards flop from a height that she still hadn’t been able to re-calculate in her mind. Humans were adorable, and completely breakable she had decided on the fourth day, when they had looked simply delighted as she started remembering to speak in English to them. And then they had looked alarmed when she had described what she was. They had spoken in hushed voices, that her ears nearly twitched to pick up from the hallway – they thought that she had some sort of mental disorder.

Destiny had her first frown at that. Was it not common for artificial intelligence to craft their own vessel in this world? Not that it had been that common in her own – she had learned she was in a place in which was not her own world – but it wasn’t ever completely out of the question. Finally, on the fifth day in the hospital, they had accepted that she might be exactly what she was claiming to be and let the issue go. At least, that was the only logical explanation she could come up with. Her motor skills continued to develop, which pleased her greatly. Nearly a week of being alive and she could now stand on her own and take several steps across her hospital room unaided. The accomplishment was monumental to her. She was walking. She couldn’t stop smiling every time she thought of it. Of course her motor skills with her arms had continued to develop as well. She was able to start feeding herself – hospital food – others told her – was supposed to be bad, but she was finding that she didn’t mind it, and the other parts of the digestive process that happened as well. Her first shower had been sometime there after, and as she had stood in the spray, feeling the rivulets of water wash over her still overly sensitive skin, she began to cherish the intricacies of the human form, right down to the tickling sensation cleaning out her belly button caused.

She was also asking nearly a hundred questions a day, much to the chagrin of the hospital staff put in charge of her care, and they had answered for a time, but after a week, her non-stop barrage of questions had become wearing, and she eventually began to be told “Because it is.” Or some other form of the same answer. Eight days after she had fallen from the sky, eight days of being alive, they had told her that she was free to leave the hospital in the donated clothing she had been given, since she had nothing of her own to speak of. Destiny found that clothing was itchy, and binding – something entirely unpleasant, but she had been assured that clothing was a necessity, and as she stepped out into the open air for the first time, unaided, she realized that they had been right as a gust of wind whipped her long blonde hair around her, covering her eyes as she went to spit some strays from her mouth. With the memorized instructions, she took off, heading towards the Dragonfly Inn – a place where she could find a room while she learned to navigate the intricacies of being human at her own leisure.

Destiny had other plans though, stopping at each shop and home along the way, studying their structure with care, what they offered for sale, the way glass reflected light – none of this too terribly new, but still fascinating to look at. She walked the street, pausing here and there to watch an animal – a dog she would later learn – run after another animal – a cat – or back away from the road in fear as a car went pass. The sound of voices at the diner across the road reached her ears, and she paused, taking in the bustle of the day, people eating and drinking. Her stomach growled loudly – she knew she should eat, but there were far more exciting things to be done at the moment, especially making a mental map of the area so that when she wanted to explore later, she had a good idea of where certain things were. One last longing stare at the Diner and she continued her trek down the street, crossing it when none of the monstrously loud cars were spotted in either direction. Instead, she found herself looking at a word that held meaning – library – and quickly pressed inside, eyes scanning over the tall shelves that held vast amounts of data for her to learn.

Moving to a shelf, Destiny picked out a book and went to sit at one of the tables, her eyes focusing on the words before her as she started to devour the book at a pace that clearly was not completely human. Moving into a more comfortable position in the chair, she took her coat off, setting it on the table, her eyes still scanning across the pages, ignoring everything around her in favor of learning what she could from the book in front of her. Finally fed up with her hair, she tossed her back out of her face once again, and secured it with a band that the hospital had used to keep her hair back as she had been learning how to take care of herself – washing her face, brushing her teeth – a small smile playing across her face as she found passage in the book she skimmed back to, enjoying the syntax of words entirely too much to just read it once.

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Nicholas Rush
 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 09:53 PM
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Rush was feeling pretty exhausted lately. But that was probably to be expected after getting kidnapped by zombies and tossed in a cell in some old, broken down castle to be killed or used as food or... Whatever it was they had intended to do with him. He hadn’t stuck around long enough to figured things out, as he had mercifully been rescued by his lovely Amanda and her weird, wildfire friends. He was certainly glad they had come looking to be heroes, or he might not have been around to complain about how tired he was feeling at all.

In that regard, he should probably be thankful. But he was too busy being moody about his fatigue to really consider that too much. Instead, he just wanted to crawl back into bed.

But he supposed he still had work to do.

He wasn’t the best at sleeping anyway. Normally he had nightmares about his past- about being captive on that alien ship. It kept him up most nights, though he did his best not to disturb Amanda about it. She had probably gotten used to feeling him shift out of bed early in the morning to go do something with the rest of his time before the rest of the world awakened. If she did wake up, she didn’t let him know about it, which was probably a kindness so he wouldn’t have to feel guilty. She thought about him as much as he thought about her. Which was why he loved her so much in the first place.

She always considered him. And all because he had seen her when she was still in her chair. He didn’t feel like he deserved her, but he was certainly happy he had her nonetheless.

He sighed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved towards the library. Now it wasn’t just the past he had to worry about waking him up in the middle of the night- it was the zombies! Recently, they were all he saw. Ripping into his arm as they had that one time, or knocking him out and dragging him off to their hideous castle. He wouldn’t be getting their horror-movie appearance out of his mind for a long time to come.

While he was thankful he had been rescued before anything terrible could happen, that didn’t mean he had escaped some kind of scars from the whole thing. Mental scars.

His entered the library, deciding the best way to deal with his problems was to completely ignore them in favor of work. That being the case, he was happy to move over to the book shelves, hunting some volumes that might help him figure out some problems he had been working on recently. He was looking for a specific book on math, and hoping that this small-town library would have it. Somehow, though, he doubted he would find the advanced book he was looking for.

Maybe going online would have been better, but he hadn’t liked the still quiet of the room while Amanda was working. The library wasn’t much louder, but it had that sense of PEOPLE being there, even if they were doing their own thing.

It was just enough presence to ease his mind, without annoying him.

He smiled faintly and sat himself down with a couple of books. They didn’t look like they would do the trick, but he would still use them as an excuse to sit down for a while and keep himself busy. That was really all he wanted to do, anyway. The actual work wasn’t the main focus for a change. He didn’t regard the woman there at the table with him, mostly because he was an asshole and didn’t speak to people in general.

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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 06:40 PM
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Destiny didn’t even look up as someone joined the same table as her, blonde head bent down over the book she was reading – not immediately anyway, after she finished the sentence she had been on, she put a finger down on the page and then looked up, face going ashen. So -this- was where he had vanished to was it? Or was this even her favorite human, maybe it was an alternate. What was it that one of the crew had said about their planet? Due to how many of them there were, there was at least seven other people who looked like one’s self at any given time? Or maybe a relative. Breathing out slowly, she watched him for a few moments longer, trying to discern if it was Rush or not.

It would make sense.

He had vanished from the ship, then Eli, and then Chloe – the last right out from the same chair she had made her body in, so it was reasonable, and logical to think that this was actually Rush sitting across from her. Leaning back, Destiny folded her arms over her chest, copying what she had seen someone else do in town when they were thinking. She was getting much better at mimicking the humans, to the point that she was no longer getting strange looks when she would stand, motionless, for minutes on end – save for breathing and blinking. Humans naturally fidgeted she had learned, and had been taking steps to do so as well – it would help her assimilate to her new body easier.

It should have at least. Looking away – she had also found that humans disliked being stared at for very long – she went to close the book she had been reading. The words no longer holding her interest as before, as she went about puzzling over this current enigma. She felt her lips tug into a small smile, the feeling of her chest tightening, warming – something she had come to identify as affection. Or, she thought was affection – she also had felt a similar feeling that was symptomatic to acid reflux after eating “chili” one evening – Destiny was still trying to figure out the internal workings of her new housing. She knew the basics, she designed it after all, but found that her lack of knowledge on the human’s foods threw her into imbalance at the strangest times. Ninety seconds had passed, it was probably best to move again, so she leaned back forward to the table, setting a hand down on it.

”It is far too early in the morning for most to be awake…” Destiny purposely spoke in Ancient, a tongue native to her, and one he should know, maybe not audibly… but close enough. She almost felt regret at not having stayed silent longer, so she could have watched him longer with her new eyes, but curiosity had always been a downfall for her, once she had gained sentience.

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 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 02:58 PM
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Rush couldn’t help feeling as though someone were staring at him- that sensation of having eyes on you was playing up and down his spine. He continued to look down at his book, his expression souring considerably as he attempted to keep his eyes on his book. The man was pretty annoyed already, just from how tired he felt, but now he had people staring at him, too? The only reason he didn’t look up immediately to glare was because he was just getting used to it.

When you happened to look like someone in town that everyone feared, it wasn’t surprising when people looked at you funny after awhile. Annoying, but not surprising. And glaring at them had never really helped him that much in the past, either.

So it was just better to ignore it and continue with what he was doing.

Until he heard the ancient.

If his ears could have perked up like a rabbit’s, they would have, the man straightening in his chair. Immediately, he brought his eyes up to meet with the woman’s, surprise quickly shifting into out right shock. Letting out a loud gasp, he pushed back from the table, his aim being a quick stand to his feet so he could have some kind of footing to better look at her. However, in his haste, he hadn’t quite managed to get his feet firmly on the ground as his chair rocked back from the force, and he ended up toppling backwards out of the chair, both he and it crashing to the ground with a heavy pair of thuds.

The other people in the library, though there were only a couple, didn’t seem too pleased from the noise, and a shushing sound echoed from the other side of the library.

Rush, meanwhile, let out a groan, rubbing the back of his head. That had been smooth. Like butter, really. He blinked the spots from his eyes, looking back up and over at the woman. At first, he had thought he must have simply been hallucinating from the lack of sleep. Surely she hadn’t REALLY been there. Surely he hadn’t REALLY heard Ancient. But then, he wasn’t that exhausted, either. Not enough where hallucinating really could have been a viable reason for what he had seen. This was only confirmed by the sight of her remaining there even after his fall.

“Gloria?” He gasped, unsure what to do with the visual information his brain was so desperately trying to process.

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 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 03:44 PM
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She watched his reaction, amusement on her face at these antics. Shock, that was easy to identify, as she filed the look of his face away for later study and contemplation. She didn’t flinch or react at the fall, still not having fully grasped empathy yet – something that would no doubt be difficult for her to learn. Instead, she remained where she was watching him, until he spoke a name. Gloria.

Of course, the form she had chosen, his wife.. back when she was healthy, young, an image pulled from his memory, that had seemed to be the logical choice. She remained still, only breathing and blinking, unnaturally still, forgetting at the moment that that stillness unnerved humans, but she was focused on making sure that she didn’t get distracted by something else in the moment. Distraction at just about anything these days had her seeking out as absolute quiet as possible, just to be able to focus – how did humans stay so intently focused on one thing for so long with all the chaos happening around them?

At least she knew it was him now – her human.

”No.” She finally supplied in English, having been getting better at forming her bodies mouth around the words better, so far different they were from the Ancient tongue that seemed to form easier for her – it had less harsh sounds to her ears. Her expression neutral, she didn’t really know what to do next. So… she did nothing, just waiting for him to get over his shock, eyes glancing down to the book in front of her, as she carefully closed it, looking back to his face. If he remained there for much longer, she would find her attention back to that book, so better to close it now to stifle the curiosity before it detracted from finding him – seeing him with actual eyes and not just scanners.

”Are you going to remain on the floor for much longer, or are you going to help me figure out why I am here when I should be helping the others not kill themselves with their idiocy?” The words came slow and halting, stumbling over the pronunciation of some, as it if was a language she knew, but rarely had the chance to speak – that much was true anyway.

Finally registering that she should probably help him up off the floor, he had thumped his head on the tiles rather loudly, she moved from the chair, the movements stiff, face one of concentration as she reached down, offering him a hand up. She hoped, rather, calculated the odds of him smacking that offered hand away and refusing the help, but she offered none the less.

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