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I WAS TANGLED IN ALL THE WIRES—
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I guess some problems were just too big for individual countries to tackle on their own, so the UN got more and more powers.
I'm captain of a spaceship. Or I was, before all this. [ captain doesn't sound quite right. leader of a rag-tag band is more like it. ]
I'm captain of a spaceship. Or I was, before all this. [ captain doesn't sound quite right. leader of a rag-tag band is more like it. ]
The world leaders of my era should be looking into that, but first they'd have to get along to start that dialogue.
As for your title, this place may have taken many things from us but it can't remove your hard work and current capabilities. I don't think "was" is a necessary addendum.
As for your title, this place may have taken many things from us but it can't remove your hard work and current capabilities. I don't think "was" is a necessary addendum.
("politicians rarely do," connor wants to add, but keeps that one to himself. he doesn't know where the opinion came from and has to trace it back to its source — he's sure it's learned behaviour from the lieutenant. he's only recently delved into the topics himself, now that he has a new lease on life.)
Whatever you'd prefer, but, if you don't mind me saying, I doubt you drew straws for the position.
Have you ever witnessed anything close to the kind of monster that's attacked the city?
Whatever you'd prefer, but, if you don't mind me saying, I doubt you drew straws for the position.
Have you ever witnessed anything close to the kind of monster that's attacked the city?
[ holden wouldn't disagree, no matter what the source. even after meeting avasarala, he wouldn't disagree. they might have been on the same side, wanting the same thing, but he's well aware that she tried to manipulate him the entire time she was on the rocinante. ]
No, nothing like that. Mostly because we didn't have straws at the time we had to decide.
Nothing that size.
No, nothing like that. Mostly because we didn't have straws at the time we had to decide.
Nothing that size.
No, it's fine.
[ he still remembers being trapped with the hybrid, his own obsession with ending it and destroying all the protomolecule, an obsession that had sent him down the wrong path. discomfort is a fitting description and he feels like the ache in his leg (largely healed from where he'd injured it again) flares up just at the thought. ]
It was a very different kind of monster. Half human, half alien, made by people who were worse monsters than that to use as a weapon.
[ he still remembers being trapped with the hybrid, his own obsession with ending it and destroying all the protomolecule, an obsession that had sent him down the wrong path. discomfort is a fitting description and he feels like the ache in his leg (largely healed from where he'd injured it again) flares up just at the thought. ]
It was a very different kind of monster. Half human, half alien, made by people who were worse monsters than that to use as a weapon.
[When he’s finally allowed to leave the safehouse, he feels a bit like a cat cautiously crawling out from under a bed. The comparison is apt, really. The slow and deliberate exploration of the city, wishing to avoid a repeat of his very first experience — sensory overload, in every feasible way — and he adheres, for now, to what he was told. Keep his head low, don’t draw unneeded attention. Adjust and adapt, and wring out what answers he can out of this place, if at all possible. Most of his activity is observation rather than interaction, and for now, that’s fine.
A few days of that, and Connor will receive a message from Markus without much preamble.]
Do you have a minute?
[Not that these exchange of texts via neural interfacing was very taxing for a pair of individuals who were (are) androids, but it’s polite to ask.]
A few days of that, and Connor will receive a message from Markus without much preamble.]
Do you have a minute?
[Not that these exchange of texts via neural interfacing was very taxing for a pair of individuals who were (are) androids, but it’s polite to ask.]
[ holden hasn't known connor for long, but the thought that he could be monstrous doesn't cross his mind even for a second. the guy's fought next to him, they've stumbled into the safehouse together - those are not the actions of a monster. ]
Is it?
[ human ingenuity isn't really the reason humans exist, is it? that's just biology. help him out here, connor. ]
Is it?
[ human ingenuity isn't really the reason humans exist, is it? that's just biology. help him out here, connor. ]
(busy, busy. between half-heartedly looking for apartments, lending his aid to morningstar refugees, and starting his safety officer registration courses, connor hasn't slowed for a second. stress hits people differently and coping, for him, is never really coping so much as it is repression. just... work hard and ignore the rest...
#peakhealth
hearing from markus happens to alleviate some surface tension, though, and — true to practiced android form — his reply is almost immediate.)
Yes, of course. How are you doing, Markus?
#peakhealth
hearing from markus happens to alleviate some surface tension, though, and — true to practiced android form — his reply is almost immediate.)
Yes, of course. How are you doing, Markus?
[Markus inherently knows the importance of rest; part and parcel of his basic programming, created to be caretaker. He’d grant Connor advice on that matter, if he knew. But he doesn’t.
(And to be honest, Markus is the same way. Easy to give advice, harder to adhere to it when one’s spirit consists mostly of stubbornness.)
At any rate, this will be a hilariously rapid-fire volley of texts between the two.]
Well enough. Learning the city, little by little. Each day I don’t find myself lost, I consider it an achievement.
What have you been up to in these past few days?
(And to be honest, Markus is the same way. Easy to give advice, harder to adhere to it when one’s spirit consists mostly of stubbornness.)
At any rate, this will be a hilariously rapid-fire volley of texts between the two.]
Well enough. Learning the city, little by little. Each day I don’t find myself lost, I consider it an achievement.
What have you been up to in these past few days?
(he's so proud of you, man.........)
That's impressive, considering you now have six directions to travel in. I haven't considered the space travel or roaming too far underground, but I'm not in any rush to do either.
Gaby told me the background checks for the NAPD are too thorough for me to apply, so I started an Occupational Health and Safety course so I can get my certification. As it turns out, Safety Officers have to attend a first aid class as well as complete an online hazardous workplace material test, so I completed the latter earlier today.
How about you?
That's impressive, considering you now have six directions to travel in. I haven't considered the space travel or roaming too far underground, but I'm not in any rush to do either.
Gaby told me the background checks for the NAPD are too thorough for me to apply, so I started an Occupational Health and Safety course so I can get my certification. As it turns out, Safety Officers have to attend a first aid class as well as complete an online hazardous workplace material test, so I completed the latter earlier today.
How about you?
Other than exploring the city in six different directions, you mean?
[Connor’s been busy, he thinks. Granted, Markus hasn’t been here quite as long, but comparatively, he sounds nigh directionless.
It’s good, though, that the other has charted out a plan for himself. He’s glad for it.]
Regarding work, I’m still considering what options I have available that would cater to my skill set. I wonder if this place still has any need for art or music.
[Caregiving, though, specifically left out. With all that’s happened, and still no time to grieve a rather poignant loss, Markus purposefully possesses no interest in that line of work for now. Or for a while yet.]
[Connor’s been busy, he thinks. Granted, Markus hasn’t been here quite as long, but comparatively, he sounds nigh directionless.
It’s good, though, that the other has charted out a plan for himself. He’s glad for it.]
Regarding work, I’m still considering what options I have available that would cater to my skill set. I wonder if this place still has any need for art or music.
[Caregiving, though, specifically left out. With all that’s happened, and still no time to grieve a rather poignant loss, Markus purposefully possesses no interest in that line of work for now. Or for a while yet.]
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