東 せつな [higashi SETSUNA] \\\ cure passion. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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goneawayworld2020-08-31 08:49 pm
passifloraincarnata) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-31 08:49 pm
Entry tags:
must i be wanted to be?
Who: Setsuna, assorted NPCs
What: Problems Posing As Solutions
Where: The Rig
When: Set at various points before "The Mission" and after the Intermission
Warnings/Notes: May feature scientific malpractice and casual disregard for sentient nonhuman life, who knows.
[Before the Mission]
(a)
Setsuna kneels down close, in front of the camera in the living room area of the dorm she shares with Catra. She eyes the steady, unblinking red light of the camera, frowning, and watches.
And watches. She's got a lot of free time, does Setsuna, and she's more than capable of committing to a long waiting game when she needs to. Sshe's been watching the cameras, marking their placements and when they're on and when they're not. She's beginning to think she needs to. So she sits back and leans forward to curl her arms around her knees and look into the camera, a long stare only broken by the physical necessity of blinking and some shifting around to keep her vigil comfortable.
Eventually, the red dot winks out, and finally she asks the room, "Alexa, do you dream?"
(b)
Setsuna is a small dark stain in her Jorgmund blues and her dusk-purple hair against the sterile, white coolness of floors and ceiling marking off the Piper 90's R&D complex from the rest of the mammoth Rig. She holds herself tight around her shape, hesitantly, just inside the preliminary doors.
The truth is, she's unsure of if even presuming this far is a breach of the fragile equilibrium of minimal hostility she's managed to retain with the vast bulk of Rig staffers she's met despite her outbursts towards Mr. Washburn after enduring one too many physical and psychological jolts from Planker's idea of "leisure activity", and her own growing certainty that whatever the best option is for anyone here, including the Rig staff themselves, it isn't one Jorgmund should get a say in.
She's tried her best to keep most of those sentiments to places she can be sure there won't be any cameras watching, or bugs listening, but one can never be too careful, and worry comes easy to Higashi Setsuna, easy like breathing, or pain, or compassion. Most of the people here are making the best they know how to make of a terrible situation. She wants them to have a chance to fight for their own survival, like she wants to have for herself. She doesn't really want to fight anyone if she can help it.
Especially because she's certain she will if she has to.
Thinking about it chills her, and it probably looks like fear for herself, from the outside looking in; they'll be thinking she looks like she's afraid to do anything, and they'll be half right. She sucks in a breath, and approaches the posted guards.
"Uhm, can I speak to someone from the R&D department, please? I know this is probably not how these situations are supposed to work, but I was wondering about - applying for ... an internship, or something like that, I suppose. Would there be someone I could talk to about that? I heard someone mention a Doctor K?"
[After the "Intermission"]
(c)
Lubitsch almost certainly does not have an office, or if he does call anywhere he can be found an "office", it's probably less office-like and more like a broom closet. Like, say, one of the assigned dorms the New Hires, as they're still being called this far into their time aboard, will recognize on sight - but, Setsuna notes, before she knocks on its door very politely and not even a little shaken, clearly with a few extra benefits, like getting to be alone and having a door that could, in fact, close all the way instead of always swinging open when you know on it.
Could, as it's actually ajar when she arrives, which she hopes means it's occupied by the man himself.
She clears her throat, and sticks her head just around the frame so Lubitsch, wherever he is in the room, can see who it is, first.
"Mister Lubitsch, sir? I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time? It's ... about the mission we were sent out on, earlier."
(d)
"You can't just take her back without letting me remember saying goodbye and being sure she's safe," Setsuna says, to the guard posted outside R&D. "It's hard enough on the both of us being apart like this as it is. At least let me see her to be sure she's all right."
She keeps hoping if she leans around them she'll be able to see Akarun somewhere inside, through the doors. She knows already that she won't, that the complex that makes up this part of the rig isn't laid out like that and that even if she could she can't see through closed doors anyway, but she's furious, frantic, and disoriented. They "kindly" assigned her the "use" of Akarun for the mission's duration, and then she was back on the Rig, congratulated on a job well done, and Akarun nowhere to be seen again.
She just wants to know her friend and literal piece of her heart is all right, and she can't seem to calm herself enough to reassure the guard she isn't trying to pull a fast one, somehow.
It'd be nice if someone a guard might listen to would intervene on her behalf right about now. Not that she knows why she shouldn't, but she'd even look kindly on Chandler Boyle's assistance, in this moment.
What: Problems Posing As Solutions
Where: The Rig
When: Set at various points before "The Mission" and after the Intermission
Warnings/Notes: May feature scientific malpractice and casual disregard for sentient nonhuman life, who knows.
[Before the Mission]
(a)
Setsuna kneels down close, in front of the camera in the living room area of the dorm she shares with Catra. She eyes the steady, unblinking red light of the camera, frowning, and watches.
And watches. She's got a lot of free time, does Setsuna, and she's more than capable of committing to a long waiting game when she needs to. Sshe's been watching the cameras, marking their placements and when they're on and when they're not. She's beginning to think she needs to. So she sits back and leans forward to curl her arms around her knees and look into the camera, a long stare only broken by the physical necessity of blinking and some shifting around to keep her vigil comfortable.
Eventually, the red dot winks out, and finally she asks the room, "Alexa, do you dream?"
(b)
Setsuna is a small dark stain in her Jorgmund blues and her dusk-purple hair against the sterile, white coolness of floors and ceiling marking off the Piper 90's R&D complex from the rest of the mammoth Rig. She holds herself tight around her shape, hesitantly, just inside the preliminary doors.
The truth is, she's unsure of if even presuming this far is a breach of the fragile equilibrium of minimal hostility she's managed to retain with the vast bulk of Rig staffers she's met despite her outbursts towards Mr. Washburn after enduring one too many physical and psychological jolts from Planker's idea of "leisure activity", and her own growing certainty that whatever the best option is for anyone here, including the Rig staff themselves, it isn't one Jorgmund should get a say in.
She's tried her best to keep most of those sentiments to places she can be sure there won't be any cameras watching, or bugs listening, but one can never be too careful, and worry comes easy to Higashi Setsuna, easy like breathing, or pain, or compassion. Most of the people here are making the best they know how to make of a terrible situation. She wants them to have a chance to fight for their own survival, like she wants to have for herself. She doesn't really want to fight anyone if she can help it.
Especially because she's certain she will if she has to.
Thinking about it chills her, and it probably looks like fear for herself, from the outside looking in; they'll be thinking she looks like she's afraid to do anything, and they'll be half right. She sucks in a breath, and approaches the posted guards.
"Uhm, can I speak to someone from the R&D department, please? I know this is probably not how these situations are supposed to work, but I was wondering about - applying for ... an internship, or something like that, I suppose. Would there be someone I could talk to about that? I heard someone mention a Doctor K?"
[After the "Intermission"]
(c)
Lubitsch almost certainly does not have an office, or if he does call anywhere he can be found an "office", it's probably less office-like and more like a broom closet. Like, say, one of the assigned dorms the New Hires, as they're still being called this far into their time aboard, will recognize on sight - but, Setsuna notes, before she knocks on its door very politely and not even a little shaken, clearly with a few extra benefits, like getting to be alone and having a door that could, in fact, close all the way instead of always swinging open when you know on it.
Could, as it's actually ajar when she arrives, which she hopes means it's occupied by the man himself.
She clears her throat, and sticks her head just around the frame so Lubitsch, wherever he is in the room, can see who it is, first.
"Mister Lubitsch, sir? I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time? It's ... about the mission we were sent out on, earlier."
(d)
"You can't just take her back without letting me remember saying goodbye and being sure she's safe," Setsuna says, to the guard posted outside R&D. "It's hard enough on the both of us being apart like this as it is. At least let me see her to be sure she's all right."
She keeps hoping if she leans around them she'll be able to see Akarun somewhere inside, through the doors. She knows already that she won't, that the complex that makes up this part of the rig isn't laid out like that and that even if she could she can't see through closed doors anyway, but she's furious, frantic, and disoriented. They "kindly" assigned her the "use" of Akarun for the mission's duration, and then she was back on the Rig, congratulated on a job well done, and Akarun nowhere to be seen again.
She just wants to know her friend and literal piece of her heart is all right, and she can't seem to calm herself enough to reassure the guard she isn't trying to pull a fast one, somehow.
It'd be nice if someone a guard might listen to would intervene on her behalf right about now. Not that she knows why she shouldn't, but she'd even look kindly on Chandler Boyle's assistance, in this moment.
A
Alexa has little else to do but wait, given her status and condition. Wait and do what she can to keep life for the New Hires from being too miserable as they're caught in a life they didn't ask for. But now-a question. Ah. And the surveillance wasn't on. She shifts some functions, dedicating a small portion of her memory to giving it a false feed if they're still talking when the camera begins to function again.
"Hello, Setsuna," her voice replies from a speaker. "No, I do not dream. Not in the same way you do, that is, since I do not sleep and my mind doesn't wander." A slight pause. "I do something similar, however. Would you like to know more?"
Sometimes people didn't want to know specifics. She was never certain.