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redshiftlogs2019-07-08 10:57 pm
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[open] i'm high, broke, searching for symbols
Who: Klaus Hargreeves; OTA
What: just a catch-all for some threads that don't fit in the intro log and an open prompt (might add more later)
When: month of July
Where: various
Warnings: definitely drug use or thoughts of drug use; anything else tba in the subject lines
👻 aspiring horticulturist
What: just a catch-all for some threads that don't fit in the intro log and an open prompt (might add more later)
When: month of July
Where: various
Warnings: definitely drug use or thoughts of drug use; anything else tba in the subject lines
👻 aspiring horticulturist
It had taken Klaus approximately four days to completely run out of the weed he'd had in his pocket when he came from Hadriel. But since he's not really the type to run rescue missions and doesn't have the technical know-how to fix computers, he's mostly been wandering around the city trying to figure out what he actually can do. Trying to keep his mind occupied now that he doesn't have pot to turn to, trying to keep his mind off the painkillers in his bag back in his room.
When he makes his way to the upper levels, he lifts the bottom of his shirt to hold it over his mouth and nose, because the air up here is awful, and he pokes around a little bit, determined to check out what's going on and get the hell out of here. At least, until he finds the horticultural area. There's a computer there, the screen cracked and flickering, but it seems to be at least a little bit functional. Klaus doesn't know computers, but he's been using a phone since he arrived in Hadriel and that's like a month and a half of experience, so he heads over to the terminal, tapping at buttons under the screen until he figures out which one scrolls through the files of what kind of plants are stored here.
When he hears a sound behind him, he turns halfway to the side, glancing over his shoulder.
"Oh hey, do you know anything about computers?"
When he makes his way to the upper levels, he lifts the bottom of his shirt to hold it over his mouth and nose, because the air up here is awful, and he pokes around a little bit, determined to check out what's going on and get the hell out of here. At least, until he finds the horticultural area. There's a computer there, the screen cracked and flickering, but it seems to be at least a little bit functional. Klaus doesn't know computers, but he's been using a phone since he arrived in Hadriel and that's like a month and a half of experience, so he heads over to the terminal, tapping at buttons under the screen until he figures out which one scrolls through the files of what kind of plants are stored here.
When he hears a sound behind him, he turns halfway to the side, glancing over his shoulder.
"Oh hey, do you know anything about computers?"
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"An-droid?" Even being able to read minds, Cole can't make sense of the word, of the context. Mom is Grace, and she is, she's Grace almost like he's Compassion, but not. "She's an... electrical golem? Where did her soul come from?"
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When Cole looks confused about an android and asks if she's an electrical golem, where her soul came from, Klaus shrugs.
"I don't think she was a golem. Dad built her, I have no idea how she worked. All of her responses were programmed in, I think?"
A pause, and he offers a half-hearted smile, "I think she grew her own soul, from taking care of us."
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