Your Friendly Neighborhood Shadowrunner

[wheyoftheadept]

Who: Saturday… and you?
What: Open prompts
Where: Locations noted in title
When: in the period between the intro and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Second prompt may lead to discussing disturbing events in Saturday’s past. No sexual assault, but warnings for violence, child abuse, and eldritch horrors.


1. Free Tickets to the Gun Show [location: communal bathrooms]

Saturday looks at herself in the mirror and nods, satisfied. Even Maggie couldn’t argue the rightness of this; these uniforms were hideous, and too long, and she didn’t like them. Therefore…

She picks a thread out of her newly-created sleeveless jumper. It won’t stop unraveling, so she yanks and breaks it. Her former sleeves lie limply on the sink before her as she admires herself. The room is empty (to the best of her knowledge); her dignity is safe. She starts striking poses.

In her defense, those muscles are pretty impressive.


2. Let Sleeping Adepts Lie? [location: gardens]

The gardens aren’t really gardens, except for the patch that Bunny and Gadget have taken over, but they’re green and they’re quiet and it’s easy to avoid people. These qualities are why Saturday is kneeling in a remote corner of them, hands cupped open in her lap the way her father taught her. Holding emptiness. Control is an illusion. Go with the flow.

Keep your distance, and she looks peaceful. Come closer, and you can see her jaw is tight and trembling, and tears are trickling out from under her closed eyes.


3. Come Fly Away (Or Dream You Can) [location: rig exterior]

The rain never actually stops, but sometimes it lessens into a misty drizzle, the kind of thing a true Seattleite scoffs at. Saturday, being one of those, is out on the deck. It’s evening, going on full dark; the western horizon in orange fading into pink, and the sky above is clouded velvet. She’s tied cloth around her hands and feet for grip, and is running the pipes. Her shoes are sitting neatly at the base of a large beam. She has no destination in mind, no particular purpose; she isn’t in the training area because she wants to be outside, unrecorded, unmeasured, moving for the sheer glory of it. It almost feels like freedom.

Comments

[takenalive]

Alloran tilts his bird head. <It genuinely does take quite some time to explain in a meaningful way. There are some concepts that must be built up. Let's suffice for now to say my people are very advanced, and morphing was designed to be relatively simple to use if prepared for.>

He laughs, a soundless snap like a few bubbles of boiling water, or a sudden small arc of electricity. <All right then. I'm sure a scientist would have follow up questions, but I'm a military man.>

[wheyoftheadept]

"I'll buy that," Saturday laughs with him. "I mean, like I said, I don't really know how magic works either. I guess some people might, I wasn't totally accurate, but uh, the way my friend put it, it's like going up to a physicist and asking them to explain what gravity actually physically is. They can probably explain it, but you're not really gonna understand it without a ph.d For everyone who isn't a giant nerd magic just, you know, is."

She sighs with some envy. "Morphing sounds really cool, though. Magic lets you shapeshift if you have the right spell, but you can't do anything about mass so there's no getting bigger or smaller. Can anyone learn how to do it? Or just your species?"

[takenalive]

He lifts a folded wing and resettles it in a kind of alien bird shrug. It's getting darker, and the bird's instincts are to find somewhere to actually perch, but he can override them.

<As it happens anyone can,> he says, with a few layers of irony. Alloran's assumption for three years had been that anyone with the morphing power had to be an Andalite. <It takes being, you might say charged or seeded, with a particular device. It's a subcellular technology. We love that sort of thing. I have a linguistic analysis computer too, but it seems to have finally broken down.>

[wheyoftheadept]

"Like a universal translator?" Saturday's eyes widen in delight. "You guys have so many cool things! This is the sorta stuff I thought dimensional travel and all that would have me seeing, not - well, nevermind."

It's too depressing for a nice conversation with an interesting person. She looks terribly eager as she asks the next question - not in a predatory way, but a genuine, wondering expression. Like a curious kid at the planetarium who's found a very tolerant docent.

"Do you guys do space travel, too? Like to other solar systems? Is faster-than-light real? Are there other kinds of alien people or just you?"

[takenalive]

Alloran assumes she's talking about this situation and Jormugand. He makes an awkward nod.

<Not universal, but - useful. Perhaps all those years without patches caught up to it, or it was the electricity here.> He'd kind of like to stop, but it doesn't actually occur to Alloran that he has the option to refuse. He hasn't, not in many years. <We do, and it is and is not. It's not possible in real space, but z-space is a different story. There are... quite a few alien sentients besides humans and Andalites.>

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday thinks this is the coolest and most awesome, interesting thing she's ever heard. She has about a million questions, and she's opening her mouth to ask the dozen most currently urgent when something in the mental tone, or the shortness of the answers, or a shift in the bird's posture stops her short.

"...sorry if I'm asking too many questions. Like I said, where I'm from, we have a lot of magic and like, computers and robots, but we only like just started trying to colonize Mars, and - I dunno, I always thought the whole idea was just. Neat."