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you're part of a machine [OPEN/CLOSED]
Who: Rey/Safronov and Nick Valentine (feat Alphys) + a couple open prompts.
What: Finding out that she has limited time left before her brain melts due to the infection that led to her death,Rey Safronov suffers a few blackout episodes before she is able to bring her successor back.
Where: Abandoned shop, Science lab, Robot House (1401).
When: March catch-all (feel free to specify dates in the subject line when tagging an open prompt if it's important).
Warnings: Suicidal ideations and other heavy subjects.
7th-19th; Abandoned Shop [OPEN]
(are you insane like me, been in pain like me?)
The headaches only got worse as the days went by. Sometimes, she would hear the most unbearable ringing in her ears, like a grenade had just gone off right next to her head. More frequent came the nosebleeds, and within a week it became blatantly obvious that Safronov was working on borrowed time. She knew this, and there was no pride in being right.
Her memories at the Russian command center were vague at first, but over time she began to recollect her life more. Perhaps it was due to the infection constantly reminding her in the forms of distractions that were getting increasingly more difficult to ignore, but she remembers it all now: She had failed in her objective to destroy the synthetic's hub at the Grigoryevich Underground Center. As a result, its systems had trapped her. Hooked her up to a seat and sent a needle through the port to her brain.
It's not much unlike the needle that her successor had evidently worked from scratch, which had been used to unintentionally bring Safronov back to the forefront. Such a crude design, but one that did the job it was supposed to. All Safronov needed to do was make sure it did its job even better. Her DYI handiwork was all over the shop she had set up base in, so that she could labor on in peace. Peace that was becoming more frequently disrupted through headaches and, now, blackouts.
Sometimes, she would lose track of what she was doing, only to wake up on the floor after trashing the extra tables, chairs, and shelves around her. Quite a racket, for those passing by on the outside and happen to notice a light beaming in the mostly empty establishment.
At some point, it gets even worse. Blackout. Then, another bloody headache. Literal this time. Blood is coming out of her nose as she grips her head, screaming and rolling on the floor. The agony is searing through her skull, electrifying her body and she feels it under her skin.
One bullet should do the trick. In her blinding pain, she crawls across the floor, to the table where she had been working at to find her gun there. Or, Rey's gun. Her successor's gun. It isn't like she hasn't done this before. This is her body, after all. A different owner has taken it now, but she recognizes the subtle flaws and blemishes that were special to her.
Regardless of whose gun this belongs to, it's Safronov's pill now. Just what the doctor ordered.
20th; Science Lab [CLOSED to Alphyssciencelizard + Nick Valentine synthedick]
(do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?)
Of course, her only 'remedy' had been less than ideal, though unsuccessful. In the end, she can't.
This isn't Safronov's life to take away anymore. Despite the pain that Rey had so badly wanted to erase, it was clear that she didn't want to be removed from the world entirely. Not when there were people who cared for her.
More than anyone ever cared about Safronov. There would never be anyone to mourn over her death, and she was better off that way for it. It gives her less reason to cling to this life, or lament the inevitable.
Still wracked with the hot pulsing pain tearing through her skull, Safronov somehow manages to make it across this strange and hot city, back to the place where she had began. While most seem to arrive here through that Door, she came through different means. Unlike the people here, however, she has an exit strategy.
Her nose is bleeding once again as Safronov opens the door to the science lab, the bag holding her supplies that she will need for this slung over her shoulder.
"Doctor?" Safronov calls into the lab before entering. She can't recall if the reptilian scientist had ever designated herself with such a title, but that is what she is called now. Whether the fact that such a creature could even be called a scientist has never struck her as strange, however. Perhaps a little bit of her successor remains, grounding them both, or it's just that Safronov has bigger concerns. "Are you here--?"
Oh. Oh no. Not again--
Safronov grunts, staggering forward while the door slams behind her. Eyes squeezed shut, she finds a wall to rest on, fighting to remain conscious this time.
30th; House 1401 [OPEN to close CR]
(you can't wake up, this is not a dream.)
Nearly a week and a half passes and Rey's body barely stirs in her bed, though it's hard to say if she still even is Rey. If not for the steady breathing, one could easily mistake the prone woman for a corpse.
Though she doesn't show it, every so often she is cognizant of her surroundings. Voices of those standing over her, their presence nearby. She hears, she listens, but she could never reply.
Until the ninth day since Safronov had gone rifling through their head once again. Only her eyes open, and for the first several hours all she can do is stare at the ceiling over her bed. Process her surroundings, feelings... who she is, why she's here, what happened. She remembers her name -- or a name, more like it. And a few other things. The mysteries keep her thoughts more than occupied for the long hours she can't move.
And then she blinks.
Isn't it about time you wake up, sleepyhead? says a quiet whisper in the back of her mind. Where has she heard that before? In a dream?
The questions flutter away as she closes her eyes again, until she hears the sounds of footsteps approaching the opened door to her room.
To what should come as no one's surprise, curled up at the end of the bed is a three-legged cat, whose head lifts at the prospect of company. They will find themselves being stared at by the one, single eye belonging to the creature, before yawning as he stretches his front leg over the covers.
What: Finding out that she has limited time left before her brain melts due to the infection that led to her death,
Where: Abandoned shop, Science lab, Robot House (1401).
When: March catch-all (feel free to specify dates in the subject line when tagging an open prompt if it's important).
Warnings: Suicidal ideations and other heavy subjects.
7th-19th; Abandoned Shop [OPEN]
(are you insane like me, been in pain like me?)
The headaches only got worse as the days went by. Sometimes, she would hear the most unbearable ringing in her ears, like a grenade had just gone off right next to her head. More frequent came the nosebleeds, and within a week it became blatantly obvious that Safronov was working on borrowed time. She knew this, and there was no pride in being right.
Her memories at the Russian command center were vague at first, but over time she began to recollect her life more. Perhaps it was due to the infection constantly reminding her in the forms of distractions that were getting increasingly more difficult to ignore, but she remembers it all now: She had failed in her objective to destroy the synthetic's hub at the Grigoryevich Underground Center. As a result, its systems had trapped her. Hooked her up to a seat and sent a needle through the port to her brain.
It's not much unlike the needle that her successor had evidently worked from scratch, which had been used to unintentionally bring Safronov back to the forefront. Such a crude design, but one that did the job it was supposed to. All Safronov needed to do was make sure it did its job even better. Her DYI handiwork was all over the shop she had set up base in, so that she could labor on in peace. Peace that was becoming more frequently disrupted through headaches and, now, blackouts.
Sometimes, she would lose track of what she was doing, only to wake up on the floor after trashing the extra tables, chairs, and shelves around her. Quite a racket, for those passing by on the outside and happen to notice a light beaming in the mostly empty establishment.
At some point, it gets even worse. Blackout. Then, another bloody headache. Literal this time. Blood is coming out of her nose as she grips her head, screaming and rolling on the floor. The agony is searing through her skull, electrifying her body and she feels it under her skin.
One bullet should do the trick. In her blinding pain, she crawls across the floor, to the table where she had been working at to find her gun there. Or, Rey's gun. Her successor's gun. It isn't like she hasn't done this before. This is her body, after all. A different owner has taken it now, but she recognizes the subtle flaws and blemishes that were special to her.
Regardless of whose gun this belongs to, it's Safronov's pill now. Just what the doctor ordered.
20th; Science Lab [CLOSED to Alphys
sciencelizard + Nick Valentine synthedick](do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?)
Of course, her only 'remedy' had been less than ideal, though unsuccessful. In the end, she can't.
This isn't Safronov's life to take away anymore. Despite the pain that Rey had so badly wanted to erase, it was clear that she didn't want to be removed from the world entirely. Not when there were people who cared for her.
More than anyone ever cared about Safronov. There would never be anyone to mourn over her death, and she was better off that way for it. It gives her less reason to cling to this life, or lament the inevitable.
Still wracked with the hot pulsing pain tearing through her skull, Safronov somehow manages to make it across this strange and hot city, back to the place where she had began. While most seem to arrive here through that Door, she came through different means. Unlike the people here, however, she has an exit strategy.
Her nose is bleeding once again as Safronov opens the door to the science lab, the bag holding her supplies that she will need for this slung over her shoulder.
"Doctor?" Safronov calls into the lab before entering. She can't recall if the reptilian scientist had ever designated herself with such a title, but that is what she is called now. Whether the fact that such a creature could even be called a scientist has never struck her as strange, however. Perhaps a little bit of her successor remains, grounding them both, or it's just that Safronov has bigger concerns. "Are you here--?"
Oh. Oh no. Not again--
Safronov grunts, staggering forward while the door slams behind her. Eyes squeezed shut, she finds a wall to rest on, fighting to remain conscious this time.
30th; House 1401 [OPEN to close CR]
(you can't wake up, this is not a dream.)
Nearly a week and a half passes and Rey's body barely stirs in her bed, though it's hard to say if she still even is Rey. If not for the steady breathing, one could easily mistake the prone woman for a corpse.
Though she doesn't show it, every so often she is cognizant of her surroundings. Voices of those standing over her, their presence nearby. She hears, she listens, but she could never reply.
Until the ninth day since Safronov had gone rifling through their head once again. Only her eyes open, and for the first several hours all she can do is stare at the ceiling over her bed. Process her surroundings, feelings... who she is, why she's here, what happened. She remembers her name -- or a name, more like it. And a few other things. The mysteries keep her thoughts more than occupied for the long hours she can't move.
And then she blinks.
Isn't it about time you wake up, sleepyhead? says a quiet whisper in the back of her mind. Where has she heard that before? In a dream?
The questions flutter away as she closes her eyes again, until she hears the sounds of footsteps approaching the opened door to her room.
To what should come as no one's surprise, curled up at the end of the bed is a three-legged cat, whose head lifts at the prospect of company. They will find themselves being stared at by the one, single eye belonging to the creature, before yawning as he stretches his front leg over the covers.
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Those orbs are probably more power than Hope would get from them the normal way, at least. Bastard better be grateful.
"That so?" She raises a brow at Rose's comment. "Take it that means I haven't missed much, then?"
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Usually.
"Or maybe I just spend too much time around ya' so I noticed your absence more. Who knows!"
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Sometimes, however, they kick down your door like an asshole and don't give you a choice in the matter.
"Who knows," Rey echoes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "At least it doesn't sound like I missed another Null attack. That's really piss me off."
Not like she hadn't woken up in a strange place in the middle of a situation where things are trying to kill her, though.
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"Oh, uh. Were you awake... for the one Null showing up? Goes by Name, it seems to have the ability to feel and stuff." She thinks maybe Sav handled that one, actually
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Rey isn't sure she buys into that whole 'friendship' story. It's clearly prioritizing its survival by relying on those least likely to kill it, and playing those with heartstrings is the best way to do that.
No doubt most would disagree, claiming that Rey and Nick are walking testaments or some bullshit like that, but... no. Nope. No.
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"Alright, well- That's the big news right now. I'm... on the saving it side, which. I know Sorrow's not gonna' be happy about when he gets back.
Which, actually. He should be coming back. Think everyone got enough orbs for that."
She tries not to sound as happy about it as she does.
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"Well, at least there's Sorrow." Hopefully he'll talk sense into Rose about the whole thing.
Fat chance.
"Why bother with that thing? If it doesn't get killed by the gods, it'll get killed by one of its own, or by someone else here who doesn't care to have a potential infiltrator in the city."
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Maybe she'll talk some sense into Sorrow. It's not likely, but- She's going to try.
"Because it's too useful to just kill or let be killed right off. We can learn a lot from it, if we play our cards right."
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Maybe it's just scared and confused. Those are two gods that could benefit from it. To Rey, it's not worth the risk. The synthetic should be put down before it can leak their location to its own kind.
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So maybe she's a little too emotionally invested in this already. Maybe she's biased, but- To her, it's worth the risk. Saving someone is always worth the risk.
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"Fine. But if that fucker decides to call its buddies over to have another round with us, it's going in a trash compactor. And I also reserve the right to say I told you so."
Hopefully it won't come to that, but Rey isn't holding her breath for redemption for the little robot.
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Rose is holding her breath if only because she's still waiting for her own redemption.