TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[ophiocordyceps]

[ Flailing? Ginger?

Caroline approaches, not exactly out of sympathy, but because, for a brief moment, she believes that she isn't the only person from her own place and time (assuming she isn't simply hallucinating her final, precious living moments away) who has been dropped off here. Not like she is exactly wishing to see Kieran Gallagher again, but he is a step up from being entirely on her own.

Well, disappointment comes quickly, as this is obviously not Gallagher. What he is, however, is naked and disoriented, and she isn't that much of an unfeeling monster. ]

I doubt their legal system would care much for your claim.

[ Having said that, Caroline Caldwell falls victim to one of her rare, benign impulses and offers him her lab coat. Alright, perhaps it's just another form of taking care of herself - there are things she doesn't need or want to see. ]

[testgasm]

[Super ginger.

It takes him a moment to realize that someone is dangling a lab coat in front of him--he's seen them on the scientists, of course, but he's never exactly entertained the idea of wearing one. Small, spherical robots don't exactly have much use for clothes, after all, and he lifts his head up and stares at it, not quite comprehending what he's supposed to do with it, exactly.]

Um.

[There's another long moment as he realizes that she's handing it to him, though he doesn't exactly make the connection between being naked and other people wanting him to not be naked. He continues to concentrate his efforts on standing up, instead, to little success.]

They'd better lawyer up, at any rate, because I--this is unacceptable, is what this is. Augh, god, am I--am I leaking?

[Wheatley clumsily drags a hand across his face to confirm that yes. He is apparently leaking.]

[ophiocordyceps]

[ Oh no, he is leaking. A life dedicated to solving a fungus-fueled zombie apocalypse disaster does not prepare you for naked, crying men. Actually, the last person she ever saw being close to tears was eaten by a handful of zombies.

With that thought encouraging her, empathy.exe attempts a relaunch. ]

You seem quite unfamiliar with having a functional body.

[ What a wonderful, if not entirely serious hypothesis that is. On the other hand, perhaps he had been paralyzed in some way, before having been brought here. That could almost be called logical. Or her hallucinations are going beyond wild now. The lab coat is temporarily withdrawn as she offers him a - badly scarred - hand instead. Perhaps he'll be more inclined to covering himself if he isn't lying on the ground. ]

he's so gross i'm so sorry

[testgasm]

[Wheatley pulls his hand away from his face and it's followed by a clear string of mucus, which he regards with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Mostly disgust. Now that he's confirmed that yes, he is leaking, it becomes all that much harder to stop. There's an attempt to sniffle, but since he hasn't exactly mastered the art of breathing through his nose, it just kind of sounds like he's trying to hock a giant loogie. Naturally, the more he tries to calm himself, the more hysterical he becomes.]

I had a functional body! It was--it was perfectly functional, and did all the things I needed it to do, and it wasn't--it wasn't this!

[Wheatley mashes his hands against his face, and here he goes. Trying for another sniff, that mostly just results in more snot and perhaps some amount of drool. Remembering to swallow is hard. Caroline's hand, unfortunately, goes ignored, but that might be for the best.]

This is dysfunctional, is what this is! How do I--how do I make it stop!?

he's gross and she's useless, it's the perfect thread

[ophiocordyceps]

[ Caroline's hand is tactically withdrawn. She looks somewhat disgusted, which is made slightly ironic by the fact that she spent the better part of the last two decades studying a horror fungus.

How do I make it stop is precisely the question she is asking herself right now. She looks over her shoulder, as if expecting some mysterious force of help from someone else, but there is no such luck. For neither of them. ]

Deep breathing.

[ Can't he ask how to best remove a brain from a skull while doing as little tissue damage as possible? The theory of general relativity? She would be good at explaining those, but here she is, attempting to calm someone down with the first thing that comes to her mind. Remembering the last attempts -- ]

Through your mouth, if possible. In and out.

[ What did Dr Selkirk do when she was close to crying again? Dodging hard work. That's not the answer she is looking for right now. ]

What's your name?

[ Distraction by means of common, informal conversation, thus creating the illusion of an, at least partially, normalized social context. That is an option, right? That calms people who... claim to not have a human body before. ]

hooray

[testgasm]

[He tries. He tries very hard, and thankfully, breathing through one's mouth is perhaps more intuitive than trying to breathe through one's nose. He takes several deep, exaggerated breaths, shoulders heaving, finding that with each inhale and exhale, it gets a little easier. Wheatley's still leaking, but perhaps less so.]

I'm--

[The hysterics seem to be rapidly replaced by a growing despondency. His head drops and he seems overly-focused on his hands, clenching and unclenching as if trying to make them work.]

It's Wheatley.

[ophiocordyceps]

[ Less leaking is a welcome change of pace, because that means her awkward attempt at helping him bears some fruit. Except now they seem to have moved on to a new stage, as she notes with no little fascination. ]

Wheatley.

[ She isn't going to tell him how one of her test subjects at the base had been named Wheatley, too. That would probably make him worried about the integrity of his new found body. ]

Do you recall anything of what they have told you about your... changed physical disposition?

[ A roundabout way of finding out what exactly is wrong with him is still a way! Not a preferred one, though. ]

[testgasm]

[He swallows hard and nods, finding some satisfaction in listening to her repeat his name back to him. They can't take that away, at the very least.]

I mean, they didn't tell me anything.

[Which isn't exactly true--he was just sort of panicking through it.]

I'm not--I'm not human, if that's what you mean.