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I'm still me?
Jan. 24th, 2018 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
legs4daysWho: Hunk and you
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Heron, Selvin-9
When: Backdated to start of January
[SS Heron]
[The yellow paladin sat hunched over on the edge of his bunk, staring pensively at the little stuff yellow lion Shiro had given him. Ever since he woke up form his coma, Hunk couldn't shake this deep seeded unease he felt in his gut. Why was he the only one that got felt behind? He had the same memories just like the other paladins when they returned. But... were they real? They felt real.
His hand reflexively reached up to brush behind his ear where he could feel the little bump of raised skin. That stupid implant... For all he knew all his knew 'memories' were uploaded. That still begged the question of why. What was even real anymore? Was he... real? I mean, Hunk could totally see who ever is pulling the strings here doing something like that for the 'entertainment value'. Hunk shuttered at that thought. But... He felt like himself, mostly. Sure, even if he was a weird clone thingy... how could he really tell? Man! This must be how Shiro feels. This sucks.
Petting the soft fur of the stuffed lion, Hunk placed it back on the little cove by his bunk. He needed to get out of this room for a while and away from his own thoughts. Pulling himself up, Hunk exited his room to pace the corridors. Eventually his feet carried him to the ship's kitchen. Since he was here, might as well grab a snack.]
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[Selvin-9 - Shopping]
[Sitting around The SS Heron stewing in his thoughts wasn't doing himself any favors. Hunk hoped a shuttle to do a little shopping to spread his legs and breath air that wasn't recycled. And oh boy, coming down to visit turned out the be the best decision he's made. The snow. It tastes like marshmallows. Oh man, could he cook with it? He had to try. This had to be, hands down, the best planet he's been too thus far. Though to be fair, anything beat cannibals.
Wondering down the lane of shops admiring their wares, Hunk totally forgot about his little existential crises he was having. Like always, there was new things to see and explore. But what caught his eye the most was the shop glittering with small little bottles of snow. Okay, new mission. Buy all the snow. He has to taste all of them. Hunk paused to eye them lustfully.]
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Heron, Selvin-9
When: Backdated to start of January
[SS Heron]
[The yellow paladin sat hunched over on the edge of his bunk, staring pensively at the little stuff yellow lion Shiro had given him. Ever since he woke up form his coma, Hunk couldn't shake this deep seeded unease he felt in his gut. Why was he the only one that got felt behind? He had the same memories just like the other paladins when they returned. But... were they real? They felt real.
His hand reflexively reached up to brush behind his ear where he could feel the little bump of raised skin. That stupid implant... For all he knew all his knew 'memories' were uploaded. That still begged the question of why. What was even real anymore? Was he... real? I mean, Hunk could totally see who ever is pulling the strings here doing something like that for the 'entertainment value'. Hunk shuttered at that thought. But... He felt like himself, mostly. Sure, even if he was a weird clone thingy... how could he really tell? Man! This must be how Shiro feels. This sucks.
Petting the soft fur of the stuffed lion, Hunk placed it back on the little cove by his bunk. He needed to get out of this room for a while and away from his own thoughts. Pulling himself up, Hunk exited his room to pace the corridors. Eventually his feet carried him to the ship's kitchen. Since he was here, might as well grab a snack.]
----
[Selvin-9 - Shopping]
[Sitting around The SS Heron stewing in his thoughts wasn't doing himself any favors. Hunk hoped a shuttle to do a little shopping to spread his legs and breath air that wasn't recycled. And oh boy, coming down to visit turned out the be the best decision he's made. The snow. It tastes like marshmallows. Oh man, could he cook with it? He had to try. This had to be, hands down, the best planet he's been too thus far. Though to be fair, anything beat cannibals.
Wondering down the lane of shops admiring their wares, Hunk totally forgot about his little existential crises he was having. Like always, there was new things to see and explore. But what caught his eye the most was the shop glittering with small little bottles of snow. Okay, new mission. Buy all the snow. He has to taste all of them. Hunk paused to eye them lustfully.]
