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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 7, 2010 8:46:44 GMT -5
O591 glanced back at the spot. "Captain?" He hadn't heard that word before, he didn't think. Somehow, it didn't roll of his tongue right. "Maybe someone was looking for one?" he offered, squinting at the floor. "But why'd they leave, then? It does seem kind of strange." He looked up, and blew absent-mindedly at his hair, which was flopping over his face again. It seemed to be doing that lately. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder.
He chuckled as she peered down, looking up from the dot beside the second 'S'. "You look a lot taller," he chuckled. Weird, again. Laughing? He was going to have to think on that. He finished up the name, then put the paint back, whacking his defective radio again as he passed. It seemed to only want to pick up CBC today. "And in your hair, too," he pointed out, tugging one of her ends a little as he rubbed it out. "I think that was the only bit, though." He grinned. "Now, to watch paint dry."
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Post by prefect on Oct 7, 2010 14:19:07 GMT -5
Another figure formed in the room. This one was much more tangible and his appearance was much like that of the other guests. He was an old man with a rather large smile wiped across his face. He was adorned in a grey overall of sorts with some sensible footwear.
"Hello there, O591. Hello there, H390. I'm the Prefect. I'm here to make your time here at Mount Pleasant more... pleasant!" he chuckled. "A little birdie tells me that you two just witnessed a little malfunction in the hologram room. No?" he grinned happily as his voice turned rather condescending yet friendly.
"Be sure to report any other problems to the front desk. There's no need to worry, though. I will take care of everything. Is there anything else you'd like?" |
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 7, 2010 15:24:50 GMT -5
"Yes, very strange," H390 agreed with a strong nod, brushing her hair behind her ear on one side. For now, it wasn't really anything to be concerned about, or so she thought anyway. "I think the boat helped with my height," she said with a smile, "it was nice feeling like a giant for a moment there. It's rare." She had noticed that she was quite small, in height and size in general. She grinned up at him as he rubbed the paint from her hair, it felt familiar somehow, almost like he'd done it before.
She was about to agree to wait with him when a new person appeared, as if out of thin air. "Oh!" she said in surprise, grabbing O591's arm. After a moment, she realised what she'd done and quickly let go. Her body was doing things of its own accord. "Umm," H390 glanced at O591 before looking back at the Prefect, "I don't believe so... we'll be sure to report anything in future." The words came out of her mouth, but she didn't believe them herself.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 7, 2010 18:25:17 GMT -5
O591 simply nodded. For some reason, it was nigging at the back of his head, but he shoved it away. There were other, more distracting things to focus on at the moment. "You are a little short," he admitted. "Still, it fits you." It did, really. He popped his chin up on the top of her head, smiling. He didn't know hair had quite that nice a scent.
Then someone popped up out of nowhere, making O591 jump a little. He put a hand between H390's shoulder blades, almost... protectively? Why? He withdrew his hand quickly, using it to itch his ear instead. He didn't quite trust the man. People who popped out of thin air were either ninjas or creepy. Even if his face seemed kind, he had a feeling this man could act. "We'll let you know if we see anything," he nodded, following what H390 had said. What was a hologram, anyways? "Well, if it's not too much of a trouble, no one happened to make a pot of coffee recently, have they?" he asked the man. A cup would be nice right now. It might sort out his head.
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Post by prefect on Oct 9, 2010 11:23:26 GMT -5
The Prefect wasn't surprised by their reaction. They would soon learn to get used to the man. After all, he was there to keep them safe. Keep out all outside infiltration.
"I don't believe so... we'll be sure to report anything in future."
He nodded happily. "I am glad, H390." He clasped his fingers together and attempted to reassure her of his sincerity.
"We'll let you know if we see anything,"
"I am glad, O591." he repeated.
"Well, if it's not too much of a trouble, no one happened to make a pot of coffee recently, have they?"
"Of course," he nodded and gestured toward the door. A similarly dressed but younger man, entered with the same smiling face. In his hands was a tray with a cup of coffee on it. It was designed perfectly for O591's preference. |
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 10, 2010 3:23:09 GMT -5
H390 smiled back at 0591 as he propped his chin on her head. They had just the right amount of height difference in order to do that, it was perfect. The feeling of him being so close felt familiar, like they'd done it before. And yet, while she'd been here, she couldn't recall ever seeing him before. It really did feel like they'd known each other in another life - all these senses she kept getting, they were beginning to become overwhelming.
H390 shifted uncomfortably, she didn't like the Prefect's tone of voice or his presence in the room. There was something about him that made the hairs on her arms stand up on end, and she couldn't quite tell what it was that unnerved her. When Ollie asked for coffee, it appeared almost straight away, and Hollie inhaled. Coffee, it was her favourite smell. ... Was it? She hadn't known that before. "Smells good," she said, looking at 0591 more than anyone else.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 10, 2010 10:29:07 GMT -5
O591 grinned as H390 smiled up at him, and gently whuffled her hair a little. It had a smell to it, and a texture, that seemed to fit together perfectly. If he were to guess what her hair was going to be like, he would have guessed like this, despite the fact he'd never studied it before. He knew she was going to smile up at him like that, too. He'd must have met her somewhere before. Nothing else could explain the closeness they were feeling right now.
As the Prefect talked to them, H390 fidgeted. She was obviously feeling uncomfortable about something. He felt fine himself, but there was the feeling like he wanted to walk up to the man and just squint at him for a minute. That would have been rude though, he realized. Rude. How interesting. He placed a hand on the back of H390's shoulder, out of the Prefect's sight, for his reassurance as much as hers.
O591 started again as a younger man walked through the door. How had he done that? Had he been hiding outside with a cup of coffee, or something? It wasn't possible to brew a cup of coffee that fast, let alone go to a kitchen and make one. He bit his tongue, but H390's smile calmed him down slightly. "It does," he agreed. He leaned over, taking the cup from off the tray. "Thank you. That was quick." He took a sip, carefully as to not burn himself. "This is excellent," he insisted. Just right. He lowered it to H390's height. "Try some?" he offered with a smile.
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Post by prefect on Oct 10, 2010 13:31:14 GMT -5
"Smells good," "It does,"
"I am glad, O591. I hope the temperature is to your liking?" he gestured to the cup and ignored the younger man as he left the room. It was as if he weren't there. He wasn't real. Just a ploy to get the coffee into the room.
"Thank you. That was quick."
"We pride ourselves on efficient, swift and pleasing service." He stated as if he had said it many times before. It was odd. He seemed to be repeating the same phrases.
"This is excellent, Try some?"
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 11, 2010 3:02:43 GMT -5
O591's comforting gesture made H390 feel safe, which she supposed was the intended effect. But this she felt right to her core. Just being close to him made her feel safe, and warm, and happy. How is it that someone she had supposedly never met could make her feel like this? She wanted to take his hand in hers, but didn't feel it would be appropriate in from of the Prefect.
H390 had been about to agree to try some, just to see if it tasted as good as it smelled, when the Prefect offered to send for one of her own. Maybe if she agreed, and he saw that they were okay, he would leave? "Please," she said with a nod. The smell of Ollie's coffee was making her crave it like crazy. Why had she not been drawn to it sooner? They had coffee in the dining hall every day.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 11, 2010 13:35:21 GMT -5
O591 smiled slightly as H390 relaxed. She was a very relaxing person, he realized. Just having her in the room made him happy, if that was even possible. It felt like a completely different place when she entered-- from a dusty, busy, cluttered room to a creative, filled, homey space that he could almost have a nap in. He ignored his sight for a minute, which felt ironic, for some reason, and simply smelt. It was musty, from all the sawdust, sharp from the paint, and warm from the coffee. He took a whiff again, and caught her faint little scent again. It was like coffee- warm- he supposed, but there was a hint of something lighter, like vanilla, or a flower. Vanilla-flavored, and sugary, he decided. Good enough to eat out of a carton. Odd, what stuff like that could remind you of.
Plopping his chin up on her head again, he looked down as she asked for her own cup of coffee. There was something sharp in her expression, which he instantly recognized as her thinking face. How would he know that? Was he just good with expression, or did he know that was her thinking face? Weird. Booting the table the radio was on, in a hope to connect the frayed internal wires, he took another sip of coffee, and waited for it all to make sense.
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Post by prefect on Oct 11, 2010 14:34:46 GMT -5
"Of course," he nodded toward the female as the young man entered once more. Another cup of steaming coffee on his tray. The mixture was slightly different to suit her taste. The young man moved the tray into her vicinity and waited for her to take it.
The Prefect smiled before speaking once more. "I will leave you now to your current activity. Be sure to report any other problems to the front desk." He ushered himself and the younger man out of the room.
As the doors closed before them, the prefect whispered to the younger man. "Their relations are getting too close, be sure to seperate them. They must not get to know eachother." They parted. |
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 11, 2010 14:40:33 GMT -5
Hollie took the cup of coffee gladly - she could smell the slight different between the two, both of the smells intermingling as time went on - and took a sip. "Mmm, thank you." That was when the Prefect said he would leave, and as soon as the door closed, Hollie felt immediately relieved. She hadn't liked anything about the man, his demeanour or the way he talked. Any other person would have found it pleasant, but for some reason, she found it creepy.
Looking back at Ollie, she took a proper gulp at her coffee, and said, "where were we?" She then glanced at the ship, and smiled. "Looks like the paint is drying already." She sat carefully on the floor, crossing her legs, patting the space beside her with her free hand. "Are you going to sail it when it's ready?"
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 11, 2010 14:50:20 GMT -5
Ollie looked after the door the Prefect walked out of for a little while. There was something weird about that man. Like he wasn't quite there, not quite human. It set him on edge. However friendly he might have seemed, he didn't quite trust the look on his face, not the way he trusted H390. He'd only met them both for a short time, and he already knew which one he liked better.
With a grin, O591 popped down on the floor, knocking his knee against hers. He set his coffee down and pulled the radio off the table, absent-mindedly fiddling with the knobs. Fiddling with electronics was something he just did. "We were watching the paint dry," he told her, prying off the back of the radio. He glanced up, and felt the paint. "Yeah, it's almost half-dry. This stuff is fast." He fiddled with some wires inside, listening to the reception go in and out. "Well, every ship needs her maiden voyage," he grinned, leaving the radio to look across at the blonde beside him. "First, though, I'd have to find somewhere to sail it. The pool isn't exactly the best place, I'm thinking." He hoped she would stay along for the ride.
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Post by Hollie Clarke on Oct 12, 2010 8:49:29 GMT -5
H390 chuckled, he was right. For some reason, the idea of watching paint dry seemed amusing, but she couldn't tell you why. "Yes, yes we were." At least if it was part dry, it wouldn't be long before they could take it out. She would love to go on it with him, she was excited to see him at the helm, to watch him sail. It was something that felt with every part of her, the excitement. "Well, couldn't you sail it in here?" she asked, "after all, that is the point of the holoroom, right? It's supposed to be able to fulfill your every desire."
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Oct 12, 2010 21:00:46 GMT -5
O591 snickered. For some reason, the idea of them watching paint dry seemed funny. Not that he could tell why. Considering that for a moment, he fiddled with the radio a little more, jerking his hand out as he felt something spark. "Aha," he grinned, twiddling with the dial. Now it was working. "Want to pick a station?" He set the radio down at her feet, letting something fuzzy chirp out of the speakers. He twisted his nose as he took a sip of coffee. Getting a little cold. Oh well.
"Hmmm..." He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess it could do that. I'm not sure, I'm not the best at this computer-stuff. I'm surprised I got this one to work." He was more a pen-and-pencil kind of person, not all this new-fangled tap-screen stuff. It got confusing, after a while. Still, it could come in handy, apparently. "Are you good with computers?" he asked, shifting a little. He felt like he knew the answer to that question- of course she was, why wouldn't she be?- but it was just that nagging at the back of his head again. Obviously, the coffee wasn't helping. Not that it was a bad thing.
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