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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 3, 2010 10:39:32 GMT -5
O591 woke up like he did every morning, computer screen lit. Stretching, he hopped up, checked to see if something new and exciting had happened, and got dressed. As he went down for breakfast, something started nagging at the back of his head. Eventually, he got up in the middle of his toast and walked out, munching. He was bored. How odd.
O591 decided that if he was bored, then the logical thing to do was to get something to do. Odd thing was, he didn't know what he liked to do. No job, no hobbies, no nothing. He decided he had just probably forgotten, and needed something to jog his memory. Nothing in his room seemed to help, so he headed down to the lounge to find an encyclopedia to read.
He nodded at K9 and her tin dog, then found a big novel to pour through. He browsed through for a while, and finally hit a picture of a sailing boat. I know how to sail that, he realized. Maybe that's what I do. He put the book back, got another one on boats, and continued reading.
He soon found he was a boat genius. He knew everything about sailing that the book talked about, how to fish, and even how to build a boat. So, he decided to build a boat, and that the Hologram Room would be the perfect place to do that.
He headed down to the hologram room. "I need a shop where I can build a boat," he told it. It complied, and O591 found himself in a spacious room, with all the things he needed.
He worked on his boat for a few days. It was just a little sailing boat, so by the end of the third day, all he had to do was stain it and give it a name. He couldn't think of a name, so he decided to stain it first.
Putting on the radio, he whistled happily as he got to work on his boat. A few hours later, stain on his shirt and a happy smile on his face, he heard someone behind him. He looked up. "Hello?" he called.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 3, 2010 11:18:07 GMT -5
H390 was wandering aimlessly, she felt like she had been for a couple of days now. Ever since she'd had breakfast with M1, her Dad, the other day, she felt like she was missing something, or someone. Like, there was a person who was supposed to be in her life, but she didn't seem to be able to find them. She had this feeling that if only she heard their voice, she'd know who they were, but she hadn't found them yet.
Not focusing on where she was going, a voice brought her out of her daze. "Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly looked up and around, realising that she must have walked into the hologram room. Her eyes focused on the person staring at her, obviously the person who'd spoken. "I didn't mean to intrude. I must have got lost."
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 3, 2010 11:25:13 GMT -5
O591 looked around as a pretty blonde girl walked through the door. She looked so... Familiar. It was weird. He was sure he had seen her before, but he didn't know where. Maybe if he introduced himself, he'd remember.
"Not a problem," he smiled. "You weren't really intruding on anything, anyways. Just some painting." He held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, though. You're a little lost?" There was something different about her... Her face looked familiar, her hair looked the same as it should. Her eyes, though... "Have we met before? I'm sure I've seen you somewhere."
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 3, 2010 11:55:38 GMT -5
H390 smiled back at him automatically. The voice... it clicked. This was the person she'd been looking for! She still didn't know why, but she felt good about him, even though she didn't recognise him by voice. "I thought I was," she said, "lost I mean. But I dunno, I don't feel so lost anymore." He asked her if they'd met before, "I don't know," she admitted, "your voice, it sounds really familiar to me. But I couldn't tell you why." She'd probably just made everything really odd.
Recalling that he'd said something about paint, she looked at the boat, her eyes immediately lighting up upon seeing it. For some reason, it didn't seem like what she'd imagined... but better. "Did you build this?" she asked, walking closer to it, admiring it.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 3, 2010 15:12:47 GMT -5
O591 furrowed his brow, but then grinned. "So, I guess you're not lost then," he chirped. "That's good." He nodded to her explanation. "I feel like we've known each other before," he agreed. "Kinda like deja vu, but different. It's hard to explain." Like it was hard to explain why he was beaming like a monkey now.
O591 nodded when she asked if he built it, eyes full of wonder. It made him feel good, for some reason. "Yep. Took me a few days. Well, technically, she's not done," he admitted. "I've still got to finish with the paint job, and she still doesn't have a name. You wouldn't happen to be good at naming boats, would you?" He didn't exactly want her to leave right now.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 3, 2010 15:22:43 GMT -5
"Nope, apparently not," she smiled at him. Looking into his face felt like she was finally finding the missing piece of something... which sounded strange to her, so she wouldn't say it out loud. "Do you mean, like, in another life, or something?" That could possibly explain all the weird feelings, but then again... maybe not.
She loved that he was smiling at her like that, it was a nice smile. "I've never named a boat before," she said, "but," her hand hovered close to the wood, "I feel like it should be named J-something? Jack maybe." She didn't know where the name had come from particularly, it wasn't like any name she'd heard before.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 3, 2010 15:35:49 GMT -5
Seeing H390 smile made his smile grow even wider, for some reason. Their eyes seemed locked together at the moment. Something about that didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't place his finger on it. "Maybe," he mused, tipping his head slightly. "Still then, I probably wouldn't recognize you. Physically, anyways, but I guess it's the same thing." Now he was just confusing himself.
O591 stroked his chin thoughtfully. He didn't know he did that. "Well, I think most boats are feminine," he admitted. "So... Jack... Jacky... Jackie. There we go. The SS Jackie." It felt right, for some reason. Like the name should be there. "Since you named her, would you like to paint the name on? I've got an extra paintbrush somewhere..." He looked around the shop, whacking the now-staticky radio as he passed. "Here we go," he grinned, holding out a paintbrush. "There's lots of paint lying around, choose whatever color you want." Normally, he felt like having someone else naming a boat he made would be odd, but he was OK with this.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 3, 2010 15:53:15 GMT -5
O591 was indugling in all sorts of gestures she hadn't seen before, like they came naturally to him. It was strange. "They are? I didn't know that," she said. Jackie sounded better anyway, it had more of a 'ring' to it, a pleasant sound. He asked her if she'd like to paint the name on, and she nodded instantly, "oh, yes, please." She took the paint brush from him and found a pot of paint. It said the colour was yellow, it looked like a nice colour... and happy colour, something she associated with O591 for some reason. She dipped the paintbrush in the paint, and approached the side of the boat. After standing there for a couple of moments she stuttered, "I... I..." she didn't know how to write.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 3, 2010 21:34:53 GMT -5
O591 nodded. "It's kind of a tradition," he explained. "At least, I think so." He seemed to be second-guessing himself a lot today. "Well, anyways, I'm guessing they are. Just in case kind of thing." He smiled as she instantly agreed, and scurried off for a pot of paint. Twiddling with the radio so the Billy Joel came in more clearly, he picked up the paint and set on the deck. Hearing H390 say something, he walked over. "Hmm?" he asked. "It just goes right there, in the corner." He pointed in the little spot he had left with a thinner coat, putting his arm right over her shoulder. He had no idea why. "See, the paint's a little thinner, so the name will show up."
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 4, 2010 10:38:17 GMT -5
H390 merely nodded at what he was saying. She had no idea either, and she was distracted by a couple of things, all of her thoughts and faint... memories? about O591 and the fact that now she had the paintbrush in her hand, she had no idea what to do with it. "No," she said, "I know... that, I just... I don't think I know how to write." She'd never tried before, so hadn't really thought about it. Come to think of it, whenever she looked at the books in the lounge, she only ever stared at the pictures, not the words. "That's weird, right?" she looked round and up at him, a frown on her face, "you'll have to do it..."
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Post by temp on Oct 4, 2010 15:37:13 GMT -5
A brief glimpse of a figure flash into the room and disappeared before it could be registered properly. The word "Captain" whispered out of the figure's lips before it was gone. |
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 4, 2010 21:21:01 GMT -5
O591's face rearranged itself in an expression of surprise. It felt kind of weird. "Oh," was all he really said. For some reason, he had thought otherwise. Not like an assumption that she knew how to write, but like he almost knew she could. He blinked, bringing his eyes back into focus. "Well... Hmm. I don't know. Maybe, I don't think I've ever really considered it before." He shrugged. "Tell you what. I'll write the name on, would you like to paint the deck? You don't have to," he added hurriedly. "Just, if you want to--"
He felt something fizzle over his shoulder, and looked over automatically. Nothing. Weird. "Sorry," he muttered, turning back thoughtfully. "Thought I felt something." He beamed back at her again, with something he knew was a smile. He'd seen himself do it in the mirror that morning. "Anyways, where were we?" He felt rather warm inside, which was weird. He didn't think he'd drunken any coffee recently. Plus, his head was spinning a little, trying to reorganize things he couldn't quite grasp. Maybe he needed a cup of coffee.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 6, 2010 11:46:05 GMT -5
H390 stood sort of bewildered while 0591 talked, but when he offered up an alternative, she gladly took it. "Yes," she said quickly, "yes, please." She didn't want to leave, so painting the deck would be nice and easy, and maybe they could talk more. After all, she felt like she'd been looking for him for... ages now, she wasn't about to run out quickly.
That was when she heard something, clear as day. One word. 'Captain'. O591 seemed to notice something too, but shrugged it off, obviously not thinking it was anything to be worried about. Hollie however could have sworn that when she heard the word Captain, an echo of her father's voice had sounded through her head, something about her giving 'them' a moment. How odd. Looking back at 0591, she shared his smile. "We were going to finish your boat," she said, grabbing a tin of paint so she could paint the deck. "Is this colour okay?"
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 6, 2010 21:15:21 GMT -5
O591 grinned, letting out his breath. He didn't know he'd been holding it. Weird-- why would he be doing that? "Thanks for the help," he beamed at her. He didn't know why, but simply having her in the room now made everything a lot more relaxed. It was a lot nicer.
He looked back again as H390 did. She looked almost puzzled by it. "Was there something there?" he asked. Seeing as she was almost looking on it straight on, she might have caught whatever he'd missed. "I didn't catch it in time." He beamed, picking up the can of yellow paint. "Looks good," he smiled, sitting down next to the boat. Looking up only a little, he dipped the smaller brush in and tried to paint the name as neatly as he could. "Hello up there," he called to the deck with a grin.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 7, 2010 4:53:09 GMT -5
"You're very welcome," H390 beamed back at him, the smile spilling onto her face with no effort whatsoever. It seemed he just made her smile like that, she had no control over it. It was nice. When he asked her about the thing she'd heard however, she went back to looking puzzled. "I thought I heard someone say the word 'Captain'," she told him, "but that would be strange." No one had titles here. Just letters and numbers. Sometimes that seemed strange, like they should have something more interesting than a few numbers jumbled together, but most of the time it was just... normal.
Anyway. She clambered up onto the deck and got to work, feeling a lot more comfortable now she was doing something she knew how to do. Moving the brush back and forth wasn't hard. She grinned back at him, "you look so small from up here," she said, making a joke. A joke? What was that? And why had it just come out of her mouth? Frowning slightly, she continued painting the deck, making sure it had an even layer before climbing back down again. "Oh, I got paint on my dress," she muttered, shaking her head.
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