Day 288

[polariity]

Who: The Helmsman and you
Open: Open
When: Day 288
Where: By the entrance to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman ventures out and comes back with some shinies he's heard so much about.
Format: Any
Warnings: The usual difficulties that come with chatting it up with him

Regardless of the tension that's flared up because of recent discussions, it seems as though the Helmsman's schedule hasn't changed particularly greatly. Today, just like every other day, he ventures outwards from the Tower. Unlike every other day, however, he doesn't venture off onto Dragonfield or wander about the Bastion or lay face down on the grass. Instead, when he shows up again, it's from the direction of the Skyway and a bruise blossoming on one side of his face.

And then he lays down on the grass where anyone could step on him.

At least it's not just laying, this time. Sparks of red and blue lift up tiny little shards for him to inspect curiously. For anyone in the area, he's not hard to miss.

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[cyan_maid]

Not hard to miss indeed. Jane's out and about herself, a borrowed basket hanging from the crook of her arm, walking and looking around with purpose. When she spots the distant sparkle of psiionics, she makes for it, a silly grin growing on her face.

Don't worry, Psii, she stops before she can step on you, and kneels down close. "Mister Psiionic?"

If he's half asleep or busy, she'd rather not disrupt him, but then again that bruise looks awfully bad, oh wow...and are those shards he's playing with? Gah, Jane, hold back the questions, you're on a mission!

[polariity]

No worries- he's not unconscious or bleeding to death or anything like that. He's just... lying there, like one does. At her voice, he turns his head to look up at her with the shard still being twirled about in the air idly.

[cyan_maid]

Ah, well, that's a relief. She reaches into the basket on her arm, her smile quirking up on one side. Nope, not gonna give it to him just yet. Make some smalltalk first, that's best.

"You went on an adventure today, huh?"

[polariity]

Finally pushing himself up with the usual buzz of psionics, he nods before his mouth opens in a wide yawn. Adventures are, apparently, tiring things. It's been a while since he's made himself go on one.

After a moment, however, he levitates up one of the shards for her to see.

[cyan_maid]

She can't blame him for the yawn. After all, if he's been buzzing himself around with his powers since he got here, then anything mightily strenuous would be exhausting. Jane's eyes brighten at the shard.

"Ooh! So you got some! That's wonderful!"

Where is that - ahah, there, her hands grasp what she's got in the basket. "Would you like to add something else to your spoils today?"

[polariity]

Something else? That has him focus a bit more on her, a curious glint to his expression that he doesn't bother to hide.

Going out onto the Skyway and then going back to the hive to lay facedown on the bed for a while was really all he was expecting of the day. Adding something else to the mix... Well, he won't argue that he's intrigued.

[cyan_maid]

A curious glint is something Jane can recognize from a mile away, and she has to keep herself from bursting out into excited giggles as she pulls out Psii's surprise.

"I tried to candy them, but I let them cook for too long and they turned into marmalade, but I can assure you that there's oodles of oranges in here."

She knows. She helped make the batch, and she places the jar gently down on the grass by Psii.

[bakegarasu]

Otoha stops as he notices someone in the grass, and heads inside the Hospital again for a minute. When he comes out, he's got a bowl with some water in it and a small towel, and he crouches near him.

"Here. Put the towel in the water for a minute and then put the towel against your face. Bruise is going to be nasty if you don't."

[polariity]

Oh. Well, that's a new face, or at least someone Psii hasn't particularly dealt with face to face. The shard he's toying with gets lowered as he looks over to Otoha. There's a tilt of his head towards that last sentence. Sorry, what?

It seems he hasn't even noticed he's bruised up...

[bakegarasu]

He touches his own face where the bruise is on Psii's. "Right there. Can you not feel it or something?"

[polariity]

Carefully, he raises his hand to touch where is being indicated. It really doesn't seem like he can feel it much, or, if he can, it simply isn't registering. In fact, he presses even harder against it and it's only when it looks like his claws might puncture through skin does he pause with a kind of 'oh' expression on his face and pulls his hand away.

Sorry, Otoha. His sense of pain is a bit.... off.

[bakegarasu]

It's okay, Otoha doesn't have it at all.

"... I can't feel pain. I know what that's like. You should still take care of it."

He gestures to the bowl and towel again.

[polariity]

There's an utterly uncaring shrug, but he still complies. The towel gets surrounded in the same glow that was toying with the shards a moment ago, dipping in the water and squeezing it out accordingly before he presses it against his face. There's been no use of his hands so far although considering the state of his limbs in general, it's probably not possible to begin with.

[amphibian]

[This time, Aoi doesn't trip over her favorite floaty alien when he's lounging around in the middle of her jogging path and instead bounds right over him with a giggle. She makes it a few steps farther before she remembers she has something to show him! And she zips right back around and crouches beside him.]

Hey! Whatcha up to? [Of course, her gaze follows the pretty shiny things.] Find anything good?

[polariity]

[Oh! It's his fellow grass lover. For that, he supposes he'll make the effort of lifting himself up so that he's sitting properly instead of getting acquainted with the ground again. His hands are held up, twirling the shards between them.]

[Look at him, interacting with the rest of the world.]

[amphibian]

[Well! In that case she's going to take a seat on the grass, too. She'll have time to jog later.]

Very nice! Saving up for something special? [Gently patting the side of her face to mirror where his bruise is, she adds, resident worrywart as always—] Run into trouble out there?

[polariity]

[The touch she makes to her own face just earns a confused blink, and he tilts his head to the side in question before reaching over to touch her cheek.]

[What. What's on there.]

[...Now is probably the time to mention that his own idea of pain is a bit off.]

[amphibian]

[Oh yeah, she was there for the whole biting-off-a-chunk-of-his-lip-to-prove-some-kind-of-point incident. That happened. Even so, it takes her a second to figure out what he's getting at. That's her face, dude, come on now.]

...No, your face. You've got a bruise.

[polariity]

[Oh. Well then.]

[He takes back his hand to feel up his own cheek, not seeming to really register that, yeah, that's a thing that's there and hurting. Finally, he lets his hand fall and gives a shrug.]

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Stumbling across him out in the middle of the place had become a somewhat familiar occurrence. The glimmering shards were not. Not exactly. The Disciple had shown him the shiny little things and they'd picked up a few here and there. She just did't thinking

She opened her bag and glanced at the shards piled at the bottom. It was too hard to tell if some were missing. She still wondered if it would be enough. Maybe one more nighttime jaunt. No one seemed to know exactly how much one might need.

"Enjoying your shiny objects?"

[polariity]

By this point in the day, he's now covered a bit in bits of grass and looking a bit tired. As Disciple comes closer, he can only look up at her owlishly. Clearly someone's been having fun. Sort of. Maybe. He knows he doesn't make himself easy to read sometimes.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She sits down beside him, settling in for the moment. There's undoubtedly a conversation here, what with the shards, the grass and how tired he seems. She looks a little concerned for a moment, wondering if he wants to go up.

That goes on hold because she has to raise both eyebrows at his statement. Huh.

"...Okay I'm going to assume you mean not a troll. Which isn't possible."

[polariity]

With one thin hand (that doesn't shake as much as it used to, when they'd first freed him), he points silently to the Monument that stands in the center of the Bastion.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

The Monument--Well she hadn't thought it did things like that. It had been explained as giving more tangible things. Like the coon and sopor she was going to get. Paints or weapons.

"I didn't think it could do that. I mean, I had plans to get a few things but can it really just give you knowledge of a whole language? Just how powerful is that?"

[polariity]

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And then he goes 'silent', curling up a bit and staring into the distance. The day has given him a lot to think about. It'd be easy- it should be easy- to just make that fact another bit of evidence that this is all in his head. But...

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