[OPEN]

[writtendestiny]

Who: Poison & OPEN
What: messing about with robot corpses, some drawing, other things
When: Septemberish
Where: noted in-post
Warnings: none yet
Format: Prefer brackets but will match.

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i. robot things | Research & Development

[Best not to ask Poison just how she, a slim young woman of not much more than five feet in height, managed to pull not one but three mangled robot corpses into the R&D labs. She's made something of a nest for herself in one of the corners, almost entirely blocked in with tables and an acquired shelving unit full of tools and pieces of equipment that she's squirrelled away over her short time here.

If the Box taught her nothing else, it was how to hoard anything that you think you might need.

What she seems to be doing varies between making no noise at all (when she's taking things apart with a small screwdriver, peering into the insides, putting things in small piles based on what she thinks they do or what she knows they do), and making the kind of racket that makes it seem very much like she has no idea of what she's doing at all (usually some manner of cacophonous banging of metal). Occasionally, she'll decide that something is of no use at all and toss it to one side.

And she wonders, sometimes, if Ratchet would be proud of how much she'd learned from him.]

Mmmn, no, that's not it-- [She mutters to herself sometimes, and scribbles notes into a scruffy, ink-smudged notebook on one of the tables.] How is anybody supposed to figure out how these things are meant to work if they're all broken?

ii. doodles | Park

[In the Park - and in other places suited for such endeavours - she sits and fills her sketchbook with doodles and drawings of her surroundings. Sometimes she deviates, with little scribbles of things she remembers from places she's been before. People, buildings, even the occasional fuzzily-recalled landscape.

What seems to be featuring quite prominently in her mind right now, should someone come across her, is a certain someone that she has thus far done several drawings of without thinking about the implications of it.

But, around that, she takes the time to draw a few plants, an insect or two, and even a full-page sketch of the entire area in front of her, reaching up to the highest levels that she can see from where she's sitting. It's a break from taking robots apart, at least.]

iii. mushroom soup | Mess Hall

[The last few years haven't made her particularly picky about what she eats - you get what you can, and you eat it so you don't starve - but the supplies here are oddly plentiful and Poison is not a person to not see this and decide to not take advantage.

In the mess hall, she plants a large pot on one of the stove tops and cooks one of her favourite things - mushroom soup made with the smallest mushrooms she can possibly find. Once something she used to insist on being made how she liked it despite her stepmother's instructions as some small act of rebellion, now it acts as one of those reminders of home that you take because it's the only thing you can find to serve the purpose.]

Do you want some? [She asks when she hears someone walk into the room, making the offer without turning around.] It'll be ready soon.

Comments

i.

[superposition]

[ Ever since his arrival, Qubit's been spending a lot of time in R&D. How much time, you ask? Weeeell he may or may not be sleeping there. By which I mean he definitely is.

When he can sleep, anyway. Tonight he's having a hard time of it for various reasons, but the racket from one of the neighboring labs certainly doesn't help. He figures it's Peter - who else would be doing science at 0200? - and he's all set to convince the boy to go get some sleep. But when he tracks the noise back to its source, he's surprised to instead find a young woman. He's seen her around, presumably, but never stopped to get her name.

Something she tosses aside rolls to a stop at his feet, and he picks it up, turning it over in his hands. It's busted now, but he knows what it was. From her muttering, she's trying to reverse-engineer them? Well, this has gone from annoying to interesting. ]

Very carefully.