That so? [Rosamund assumes a seat across from him, folding her hands in her lap.] It really has been, hasn't it? Even if there's so much that's new and so many people to talk to, there's something a little...stagnant about it all.
[Cabin fever here we come.]
It's okay if it's wearing you down though. I'm getting a little restless myself. Is it just you and your friend here?
[Seems like they were all total strangers, but considering how young he is she rather hopes not. Rosamund you're only 18 shut up]
[ he doesn't mind her joining them. rosamund is one of the more okay people on this ship so far. ]
We're already falling into a pattern without being able to proceed with anything else. With limited places to go and just ourselves to talk to, things both become more or less normal. I'm not really looking forward to starting the job, but...I guess at the same time I am just to get it over with if we don't have another option.
[ let them out. let them out!!! at the question...there's a faint emotion that seems to be something like vague exasperation, and vague fondness, and vague thoughtfulness. why. the feelings are mostly muted but he also shrugs. ]
Roboji's already a handful to look after, as I'm finding out. Usually I don't have it out and around so many people but I've had to watch it more than usual and make sure it's responding right. [ this doesn't exactly answer her question though but it's truly just "well even if i have someone familiar they can very clearly take care of themselves." ]
It very much seems that way. I was also told that if I didn't want to do the job, they wouldn't force me. But that doesn't quite feel true. And wandering aimlessly around is getting very tiresome anyway.
[The novelty is dead and gone.]
Roboji? [She looks to the little fellow at his side. What he feels seems mild, that could be the thin tether between them, but she keys in most on the fondness. It warms her to him considerably, that he cares about his unusual friend.] Is that so? Do you need help with him? What is he, uh, responding to?
[Rosamund leans forward to address the metal construct. On her end there's a peculiar strain. Not quite nostalgia, but a search for a hint of the familiar.]
You're not used to being cooped up either, huh? [ honestly she's right, wandering can only take you so far... ] If they were really okay with us not doing the job, they'd be okay letting us out of the contract, I think. But..I'm not a lawyer, so I don't really know how it'd work.
[ but yes. roboji. the robot seems to sway a little under examination. it does not have emotions, but it seems to be able to react to hers. weird. ]
He's been programmed so he can respond to a lot of things, including people's actions and emotions. But he hasn't been around a lot of people like this, so...it's mostly making sure there isn't an overload with everything going on. And I definitely didn't take this sort of thing into account when I made him.
[ emotionsharing, he means. but there's a fond little blip because he's still pleased with his creation. ]
A brief smile passes over her, more bracing than sweet. The ways in which you might be trapped are multitudinous, and she knows of several.
The way the construct sways draws her back on track, as if it's feeling antsy under scrutiny. She reaches out to pat it on the head, projecting calm.]
Programmed to... [Ceases patting.] Oh, so it's — he's? It's a he, but he's a machine and he doesn't have a soul?
[Okay well damn, her mistake.]
Oh, okay. I think I understand. You made him and he's just a thing that's been made. [Rosamund blows out a breath, and he might catch a shade of disappointment.] I thought he might be like my good friend, just much less talkative.
You're quite smart, though. He's really well made. I can't see any tool marks or nails or anything. He looks like he was made to be on a...a sky ship.
[ huh. interesting thought, and his own thoughts and emotions seem to shift into something more curious than the light question he'd framed it as. if only because yeah. he can think of several himself.
roboji attempts to reach up to return the headpat. there, there. but it's vibin, in as good of a mood as a robot can be. ]
It can be a he, sure. [ shoma usually refers to the robot as genderless despite the fact it's very much a male design, but he doesn't stop anyone from referring to it as a he and will match himself. ] That's about right though, yeah. He has some independent thought, but not as much as a living thing.
I think I just made him with what I thought might look decent at the time. [ rosamund does not need to know roboji looks very similar to a different friend. ] But I've had some practice and I've been studying for a while.
[ he did catch that bit of disappointment though...and he decides if she really wants to avoid it she'll find an excuse. he's grown used to this from people. ]
Your friend. What're they like? [ he's curious about the comparison. ]
Also Rosamund is enamoured anew. Okay not real but hello how can she not anthropomorphize when it is being so absurdly cute? She gives it another pat for good measure.]
For just doing something on the fly, he came out rather well! You should be proud of yourself. Is that what you'd like to do when you're older? Make constructs?
[She doesn't feel like the titles of puppetsmith or toymaker apply here.
When he asks after her friend, he gets an instant burst of affection.]
Oh. He is the best. I've never met anyone who could party like him. [Rosamund pops her hand in her chin and grins wide.] He's a marionette and he's made of wood, but he smokes and drinks and he dances like you've never seen.
[Never forget the pole-dance of the century.]
But he's also very sweet. He's brave, and he looks out for his friends, and he's had a very hard life. People don't consider him...I think it's best to say, he's not allowed to be himself. Or to make the same mistakes as the rest of us, and that makes life hard for him. Everyone expects so much of him just because he's different, and he's been punished a lot for things that frankly, I don't think anyone should be getting punished for.
[That grin has faded. Her head tilts in the cradle she's made for it.]
I'm hoping we can make life a little easier for him. When I go back, I mean.
[ he's something. he's just a little guy... roboji is fond of this pat, and shoma grins a bit with that. ]
Yeah, I've thought about being a robotics designer. I have stuff to learn, but it's...something I want to keep doing if I can.
[ and there she continues to talk about her friend and he's very clearly listening, absorbing the information and filing it away for thought. ]
A marionette. [ a puppet? he supposes there are more unusual things by now, and when she describes him and says things...there's a flicker of sympathy. not being allowed to be himself, huh? a trapping of a different kind. ]
...but it sounds like you do. Allow him to be himself and make those mistakes without being mad. [ "that's a good thing", he thinks, though not loud enough for her to hear. ] Is there anything you can do to help him?
[She catches the flicker, and finds it conflict her. It's endearing that he might find some sympathy for poor Pinocchio of course, but it comes with a certain flavour. Does he have something in his life that limits him too?
Could be why he acts so serious. She hopes not. She hopes he can have fun when he wants to.]
Well, we try? [Rosamund nods.] It's just a matter of fixing everything else.
And we do have a plan for that, actually. We were in the middle of it before I came here — or rather, just before the end? I can't say if it'll work until we see the result, but I'm hoping so.
[ wild. that's a mystery for another time, he's carefully locking his feelings back up again to resume the same placid calm as before. ]
One thing always leads to another, right? You start fixing something unrelated and then you find out that it's tied to something else. [ makes sense. ] ...they brought a lot of people here from points in time right before something important was about to happen. So I guess this answers the question about if you'll go back to the exact same time when the tour's over.
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[Cabin fever here we come.]
It's okay if it's wearing you down though. I'm getting a little restless myself. Is it just you and your friend here?
[Seems like they were all total strangers, but considering how young he is she rather hopes not.
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We're already falling into a pattern without being able to proceed with anything else. With limited places to go and just ourselves to talk to, things both become more or less normal. I'm not really looking forward to starting the job, but...I guess at the same time I am just to get it over with if we don't have another option.
[ let them out. let them out!!! at the question...there's a faint emotion that seems to be something like vague exasperation, and vague fondness, and vague thoughtfulness. why. the feelings are mostly muted but he also shrugs. ]
Roboji's already a handful to look after, as I'm finding out. Usually I don't have it out and around so many people but I've had to watch it more than usual and make sure it's responding right. [ this doesn't exactly answer her question though but it's truly just "well even if i have someone familiar they can very clearly take care of themselves." ]
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It very much seems that way. I was also told that if I didn't want to do the job, they wouldn't force me. But that doesn't quite feel true. And wandering aimlessly around is getting very tiresome anyway.
[The novelty is dead and gone.]
Roboji? [She looks to the little fellow at his side. What he feels seems mild, that could be the thin tether between them, but she keys in most on the fondness. It warms her to him considerably, that he cares about his unusual friend.] Is that so? Do you need help with him? What is he, uh, responding to?
[Rosamund leans forward to address the metal construct. On her end there's a peculiar strain. Not quite nostalgia, but a search for a hint of the familiar.]
Are you doing okay, Roboji?
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[ but yes. roboji. the robot seems to sway a little under examination. it does not have emotions, but it seems to be able to react to hers. weird. ]
He's been programmed so he can respond to a lot of things, including people's actions and emotions. But he hasn't been around a lot of people like this, so...it's mostly making sure there isn't an overload with everything going on. And I definitely didn't take this sort of thing into account when I made him.
[ emotionsharing, he means. but there's a fond little blip because he's still pleased with his creation. ]
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A brief smile passes over her, more bracing than sweet. The ways in which you might be trapped are multitudinous, and she knows of several.
The way the construct sways draws her back on track, as if it's feeling antsy under scrutiny. She reaches out to pat it on the head, projecting calm.]
Programmed to... [Ceases patting.] Oh, so it's — he's? It's a he, but he's a machine and he doesn't have a soul?
[Okay well damn, her mistake.]
Oh, okay. I think I understand. You made him and he's just a thing that's been made. [Rosamund blows out a breath, and he might catch a shade of disappointment.] I thought he might be like my good friend, just much less talkative.
You're quite smart, though. He's really well made. I can't see any tool marks or nails or anything. He looks like he was made to be on a...a sky ship.
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roboji attempts to reach up to return the headpat. there, there. but it's vibin, in as good of a mood as a robot can be. ]
It can be a he, sure. [ shoma usually refers to the robot as genderless despite the fact it's very much a male design, but he doesn't stop anyone from referring to it as a he and will match himself. ] That's about right though, yeah. He has some independent thought, but not as much as a living thing.
I think I just made him with what I thought might look decent at the time. [ rosamund does not need to know roboji looks very similar to a different friend. ] But I've had some practice and I've been studying for a while.
[ he did catch that bit of disappointment though...and he decides if she really wants to avoid it she'll find an excuse. he's grown used to this from people. ]
Your friend. What're they like? [ he's curious about the comparison. ]
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Also Rosamund is enamoured anew. Okay not real but hello how can she not anthropomorphize when it is being so absurdly cute? She gives it another pat for good measure.]
For just doing something on the fly, he came out rather well! You should be proud of yourself. Is that what you'd like to do when you're older? Make constructs?
[She doesn't feel like the titles of puppetsmith or toymaker apply here.
When he asks after her friend, he gets an instant burst of affection.]
Oh. He is the best. I've never met anyone who could party like him. [Rosamund pops her hand in her chin and grins wide.] He's a marionette and he's made of wood, but he smokes and drinks and he dances like you've never seen.
[Never forget the pole-dance of the century.]
But he's also very sweet. He's brave, and he looks out for his friends, and he's had a very hard life. People don't consider him...I think it's best to say, he's not allowed to be himself. Or to make the same mistakes as the rest of us, and that makes life hard for him. Everyone expects so much of him just because he's different, and he's been punished a lot for things that frankly, I don't think anyone should be getting punished for.
[That grin has faded. Her head tilts in the cradle she's made for it.]
I'm hoping we can make life a little easier for him. When I go back, I mean.
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Yeah, I've thought about being a robotics designer. I have stuff to learn, but it's...something I want to keep doing if I can.
[ and there she continues to talk about her friend and he's very clearly listening, absorbing the information and filing it away for thought. ]
A marionette. [ a puppet? he supposes there are more unusual things by now, and when she describes him and says things...there's a flicker of sympathy. not being allowed to be himself, huh? a trapping of a different kind. ]
...but it sounds like you do. Allow him to be himself and make those mistakes without being mad. [ "that's a good thing", he thinks, though not loud enough for her to hear. ] Is there anything you can do to help him?
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Could be why he acts so serious. She hopes not. She hopes he can have fun when he wants to.]
Well, we try? [Rosamund nods.] It's just a matter of fixing everything else.
And we do have a plan for that, actually. We were in the middle of it before I came here — or rather, just before the end? I can't say if it'll work until we see the result, but I'm hoping so.
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One thing always leads to another, right? You start fixing something unrelated and then you find out that it's tied to something else. [ makes sense. ] ...they brought a lot of people here from points in time right before something important was about to happen. So I guess this answers the question about if you'll go back to the exact same time when the tour's over.