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Mattias "the thoroughbred of sin" Larnaca ([personal profile] noctiphile) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-04-22 07:04 pm

video;

Who: Mattias Larnaca
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: general waystation area?? vague hand gestures
When: April 22nd

[Lo and behold: Mattias fretting on a bench. It's not an obvious sort of motion, restricted to subtle shifts and twitching fingers, but it's noticeable enough to matter. He's hunched over the comm and what little the background shows is unrevealing. The corner of a building here, the awning of a kiosk there, everything unspecific.]

It's been quite a month, hasn't it? What with the attacks... [he drifts off, never very good with small talk. One of the many gifts he lacks.] It's been good to watch all the repairs. People working together... [Wow, he sure does suck at this. He chews his lip, glancing around as if looking for help. Nope. Nothing. Maybe he'll just get to the point.]

Still, tensions must be running high. Stress and such. Always have a way of sinking in. I've my own, of course. My ship fared poorly in the attacks and that—[He glances away, head sinking slightly.]—it's been the lesser of many events. I don't mean to complain but the effects are starting to wear. My usual methods aren't working. Reading—I just can't seem to concentrate and beyond that... Well. I've little else.

[He sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. It messes it up a bit, but he's careful to smooth it back down.] It feels inappropriate to ask something so selfish but I'm at a loss. And there are a great many things that all of you know... [That I don't is heavily implied. He glances away, switching the comm to one hand so he can properly wring his wrist.] So, I was wondering—how do you cope? With... all of this. It doesn't have to be personal just. Just simple things. Like... jumping off a building. [Immediately, he scrunches his eyes closed.] —Bad example. But, you know what I mean.

[Fiddling nervously, he searches for something else to say, finds nothing, and cuts the feed. ]
pocketpal: (07)

[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-23 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's not your fault. You evolved. I was designed.

With appropriate genetic randomization, of course.
pocketpal: (09)

[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I will. But you're not so afraid of me.
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
I'm very strong. I could throw you across a room, with the correct placement and leverage.

[ But that suggestion does make her uncomfortable. ]

I look out at space sometimes.
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
I used to think there might be more like me.

More ELNs, I mean. More ELNs like me.
pocketpal: (06)

[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shifts from foot to foot, looking a little like a child caught out in the truth. ]

My baseline of operations was not... standard.
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
The other ELNs aboard SISC - aboard the ship had not experienced behavioral fluctuations, as I had.
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Improper moods. Not diligence or reliability, but... dreams.

[ She juts her chin out a little, glaring at him. Like she's daring him to tell her dreams are wrong. ]
pocketpal: (07)

[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-04-24 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Dreams have no function.

They don't assist in performance of duty.
pocketpal: (09)

[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-05-02 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
There is virtue in being what you were made to be.
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-05-02 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She blushes, suddenly and ferociously. ]

I. That is.

[ She doesn't know what to say. ]
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[personal profile] pocketpal 2015-05-06 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
No!