Day 255 - Yeah no

[polariity]

When: Day 255, midday
Who: The Helmsman and anyone who trips over his prone body
Open/Close: Open
Where: The middle of the Bastion, facedown
What: You know what's nice? Grass is nice.
Format: I'll match
Warning: Blood warning/minor self harm in Aoi and Disciple threads

Ever since he'd been brought to the hospital in the middle of the night by Aradia and the Disciple, the Helmsman has been quiet. His throat has been in no condition to really speak, which had been one thing, but besides that... Any attempts to speak with him have just earned a narrow eyed look and thinned lips, although he'd gone along with attempts to feed him and put him into some cleaner clothes.

Apparently, today's the day that changes because anyone going about their business in the Bastion is liable to notice the gray-skinned and horned alien laying facedown in the middle of the little settlement. The clothes he's wearing are far too big for his food-deprived skinny body but despite what it looks like, he is breathing and is alive.

Don't mind him, he's just gonna be here for a while. If you trip, well, that's your problem. Suck it up.

Comments

[freedom_engineer]

Colin shakes his head as he watches the Helmsman's schematics. He can follow along quite readily, and some of the technology he's proposing is interesting to consider. But...

"The scale's off. Too small," he explains. "This thing can introduce entire species, buildings, landmasses. What you're showing me would have power requirements off the charts to pull that off."

A pause, and he looks in the direction of the monument. "Of course, I'm not sure how IT manages the replication on that scale either, but it's still gotta be a different system," he says. "Most replication like this would drain my anti-matter reserves in no time at all..."

[polariity]

There's something he could... Well, not quite 'say', but still. He just follows the look over at the Monument, and gives a dubious squint. Yeah, this has to be a hallucination. An innocuous and small thing like that bringing about entire species? He shakes his head, doubtful.

[freedom_engineer]

"Yeah, I know," he says. "I don't believe it either, but it works somehow. And it also seems to be what's keeping this whole land mass up, so I can't take it apart to figure out how it works."

He rolls his eyes.

"You want your best proof of it, head out to the skyway," he says. "Paarthurnax bought Mammoths. Or..."

He pauses, and he grins. "Do your people have donuts? There's something else I can show you that might just prove the batshit nature of this thing," he offers with a hint of mischief to his tone.

[polariity]

...Squint. Colin, you are getting the most dubious squint of all time. After a moment, however, the Helmsman gives a nod. Of course his people have donuts. What kind of unadvanced race do you think they are?

[freedom_engineer]

Colin smirks wider.

MUCH wider. One might even call it an evil smirk.

"Allow me to show you the creation of the wonderfully twisted mind of Aoi Asahina," he says. "Don't worry, it won't bite. That would just be the icing on the plain cake..."

He turns, and beckons for the Helmsman to follow him.

With his middle finger, of course.

[polariity]

You know what?

Fuck it.

Sure, let's go. So with the suspicious look of someone who is pretty sure he is going to regret his current course of action, he follows after Colin still floating.

[freedom_engineer]

As anyone in the Bastion will attest to, it's not a long walk. Why should it be? The Donut Tree is one of the must-see items on the grand tour of this place.

Along with the Donut Bush, with dragon sized donuts.

What is your brain on, Helmsman?

Colin just stands back, and smiles. He wants to see this reaction.

[polariity]

....Yep. He sure is hallucinating. Someone has thought it would be funny to pump hallucinogenics into the biowiring feeds, he's sure, and now he's tripping globes. For a second, the Helmsman just stares before losing what little other fucks he had left to give and just

flops

onto the giant donut bush. Nah, it's fine, just leave him here, all logic and sense of reality doesn't matter so why should he even bother?

[freedom_engineer]

"Not the reaction I was hoping for," he says flatly. "You're flopping on the dragon's dessert, I hope you realize that. The least you could do is take a bite."

[polariity]

Aaaand there's the return of the rude gestures. Hey, you wanted to break his brain, man. For some slight clarification, however, psi sparks up again into the shape of an X. He'd hope that other races would understand the general gesture of 'nah ain't gonna happen', but he's given up on thinking.

[freedom_engineer]

"You're getting lazy, you could at least tell me to go fuck a farm animal or some other obscenity," he says flatly.

"Anyway, yeah. You imagine it, apparently the monument can make it," he says, reaching out to snag a donut from the tree. He takes a bite from it, then a drink of juice, and he smirks. "But you seem to be going through your own little shell-shock, so I'll just wait for the dragon to come by for a donut and scare the crap out of you."

[polariity]

There's the muffled sound of what may very well be a frustrated sigh into an overly large donut, and then the psionics spark up again to form into letters. It's pretty sort, just a y0u c4nt und3r2t4nd m3 4nyw4y 422h0l3, but he's well aware that it won't be understood. It's in Alternian, after all.

Out of boredom, he randomly switches up the message to another alien language, and then another. Being the ship's computer, he knows more than a few alien languages that had to be decoded so they could conquer them efficiently. And by 'a few', he means 'a few hundred'.

[freedom_engineer]

"I'm going to assume that was either an answer saying 'You can't understand', or some variation on fucking livestock," he says, sounding amused.

Then, in offering, he extends his index finger and pinky finger on one hand. Laying the arm horizontal, and he looks expectantly at the Helmsman. And to cap it off... he maneuvers the middle finger of his other hand carefully to shove it against his elbow.

Fuck a cow, Helmsman.

[polariity]

Oh is that how it's going to be? The Helmsman raises his eyebrows unimpressedly before he presents his two middle fingers again. This time, however, psi crackles between them and forms some rough stick figures. One of them is Colin! As you can tell by the pointy ears. The other figure is ten times bigger and... certainly a thing. There is, of course, the addition of some junk down there that could make bad dragon dot com downright proud.

What the figures are animated into doing is... pretty obvious and doesn't really need to be described in any way whatsoever.

Go fuck a musclebeast, Colin.

[freedom_engineer]

"If we're going to bring abilities and toys into this, we're going to need a lot more time and a mediator," Colin says in amusement.

He is somewhat put off by the fact that he never installed a holo-projector in his eye or his wrist. If ever there was a time for it...

"I wonder if it would cause a political incident to sketch out a non consentual orgy in the dirt," he muses. "Probably shouldn't, there's kids around, and I don't need a stern lecture from upset parents. I'll give you this round."

[polariity]

A mediator? That actually seems to make him pause, brow furrowing a bit before the psi shifts to form something much more simple- a simple picture of a club like from a suit of cards.