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hadriel_logs2018-05-16 10:49 pm
onlyanautomaton) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-05-16 10:49 pm
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Lending a Hand (Closed)
Who: Nick Valentine (synthedick) & Oscar (onlyanautomaton)
What: Friendly neighborhood synth called to assist handless metal man.
Where: Spire 2, #301 (Oscar's residence)
When: 14th May, first morning of the Senses Fail event
Warnings: Probably N/A, will update if needed.
It isn't long after Oscar stirs from an hour spent in a suspended state that he notices something is amiss.
His wheelwork all but freezes as he stares in disbelief at the way his sleeves hang emptily at the ends of his arms. A vivid memory of his terrifying encounter on the train overcomes him as he slowly turns them over, viewing and processing the distinct absence of...
"My hands...
This cannot be...!"
The mechanical resistance his body has been facing for a while seems to worsen slightly as he moves around his dwelling in search of evidence of the steps that the thief might have taken, the sound of his cogs and gears in motion becoming more frantic as he gains an increasing awareness of the level of impairment his predicament is going to cause him. He fears there may be further damages and losses to his residence that he has yet to uncover as well.
The very first assumption he holds is that events alarmingly similar to one of his past experiences have repeated themselves: his hands have been forcibly removed by an intruder. That assumption is then set aside, however, to be regarded as one of a few possibilities. This body's hands are not as simple to dismantle as the pair belonging to his previous one. Even if they were, he would have been alerted to someone else's presence within his residence when they came near him.
This is more than likely the work of their captors.
There still remains a very low probability that the loss of his hands are the result of an unrelated physical attack. But they were warned of an event that was due to take place soon. Mr. Sorrow made it abundantly clear that the being known as Fear would require a surge of power in order to move the city as quickly as possible.
Oscar makes a fumbling but ultimately successful attempt to view the network; it bears hints that today may mark the commencement of the event designed to provide a sufficient amount of energy for their relocation. It does little to quell the sensation of helplessness he is currently experiencing. He does not waste time in determining his next course of action. It takes an embarrassing amount of trial and error, but he eventually manages to press the correct sequence of colored symbols on his phone's screen to send an audio message to his friend.
"Mr. Valentine, would you care to stop by my dwelling during your patrol today, please?
Thank you."
The rest of the message is filled with silence interspersed with the brushing of fabric on the speaker and the dull sound of something heavy prodding at the device. It runs until the recording exceeds the time limit and automatically cuts out.
synthedick) & Oscar (onlyanautomaton)What: Friendly neighborhood synth called to assist handless metal man.
Where: Spire 2, #301 (Oscar's residence)
When: 14th May, first morning of the Senses Fail event
Warnings: Probably N/A, will update if needed.
It isn't long after Oscar stirs from an hour spent in a suspended state that he notices something is amiss.
His wheelwork all but freezes as he stares in disbelief at the way his sleeves hang emptily at the ends of his arms. A vivid memory of his terrifying encounter on the train overcomes him as he slowly turns them over, viewing and processing the distinct absence of...
"My hands...
This cannot be...!"
The mechanical resistance his body has been facing for a while seems to worsen slightly as he moves around his dwelling in search of evidence of the steps that the thief might have taken, the sound of his cogs and gears in motion becoming more frantic as he gains an increasing awareness of the level of impairment his predicament is going to cause him. He fears there may be further damages and losses to his residence that he has yet to uncover as well.
The very first assumption he holds is that events alarmingly similar to one of his past experiences have repeated themselves: his hands have been forcibly removed by an intruder. That assumption is then set aside, however, to be regarded as one of a few possibilities. This body's hands are not as simple to dismantle as the pair belonging to his previous one. Even if they were, he would have been alerted to someone else's presence within his residence when they came near him.
This is more than likely the work of their captors.
There still remains a very low probability that the loss of his hands are the result of an unrelated physical attack. But they were warned of an event that was due to take place soon. Mr. Sorrow made it abundantly clear that the being known as Fear would require a surge of power in order to move the city as quickly as possible.
Oscar makes a fumbling but ultimately successful attempt to view the network; it bears hints that today may mark the commencement of the event designed to provide a sufficient amount of energy for their relocation. It does little to quell the sensation of helplessness he is currently experiencing. He does not waste time in determining his next course of action. It takes an embarrassing amount of trial and error, but he eventually manages to press the correct sequence of colored symbols on his phone's screen to send an audio message to his friend.
"Mr. Valentine, would you care to stop by my dwelling during your patrol today, please?
Thank you."
The rest of the message is filled with silence interspersed with the brushing of fabric on the speaker and the dull sound of something heavy prodding at the device. It runs until the recording exceeds the time limit and automatically cuts out.
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So he'd prepared, and found nothing came... for him, at least. Rey was acting odd that morning, and some of the Guard were missing, so something was going on -- the message he gets on his communicator from Oscar just adds to the growing list of problems they're facing, further evidence that whatever it is the gods are up to, it simply passed him by. Nick might not be directly affected, but when those around him are put through the wringer, he feels the stress weighing down on him.
They're all in this together, though. The gods might have overlooked him this time around, but that's just all the more reason he should help those who weren't so lucky. He's not sure just what to make of Oscar's message when he listens to it again -- the odd silence, the sound of something rubbing against the receiver -- but he makes his way to his fellow automaton's apartment as soon as he can, detouring from his usual route to cut down on the time. Oscar made it sound like it was no rush, but Nick knows he wouldn't call otherwise.
Nick knocks on the door once he arrives; from the sound of metal rapping against the outside, he definitely has at least one of his hands. "Oscar? You in there?"
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"Please come in, Nick Valentine."