Do you have flerken cats on your ship?
WhaAt? Is thIIssS a JokE, INsect? InFormATION is req-q-quIREd. Aand this is a StatION, not a Ship-p-p.
[She’s still new to the multiverse. You’ll have to send an infodump. - Player.]
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Do you have flerken cats on your ship?
WhaAt? Is thIIssS a JokE, INsect? InFormATION is req-q-quIREd. Aand this is a StatION, not a Ship-p-p.
[She’s still new to the multiverse. You’ll have to send an infodump. - Player.]
Will you be holding the Haunted Citadel again this year?
WheEN waS it evER-r-r-rR nOt HaunTeD, inseCT?
Penny squinted at Dan through the camera, hoping this message got through. "I've been hearing stuff lately. Ya know. On the grapevine. That every single egomaniac, no matter how two-bit, is getting you jumpin' all over the place and fighting on the turn of a dime. You -really- need to chill out. That stress isn't good for you or your interface. Specially you. I'm a medic. I oughta know, right? So calm the fuck down. Or I'll send Cortie. And you -know- she's got methods." [Advice ask]
Give my muse unwanted advice!
The Hacker stands still as he listens to the message from Penny. After the message cuts off, he remains silent. Penny receives a message back just a few minutes later.
“But they piss me the fuck off! They think they’re hot shit! Ugh. All right, fine, yeah, you’re a medic. I’ll try, but … JESUS, look, they just – they suck! What am I supposed to do when they insult me, let ‘em walk all over me?”
Penny clapped a hand over her face, then turned to Cortie who was in one of her more imposing gynoids today.
“Somehow it explains how he beat us and you back in the day. But still,” she groaned. “It’s like you try to tell him something important but he just...doesn’t register it?”
“heE Has YeEt to LeARN thaT th-theEre is a SpeCTrUM beTWEen ouTrigHt vioLEnce anD compLEt-t-t-te SuBmiSSion,” she remarked with a glitched sigh. “ONe DaY he WilL OnE daAY.”
“Or I’ll verbally slap it into him,” Hacker remarked as he flopped into his chair, then rewatched Penny’s message and its response on his HUD. “I suppose we could track down our version of Rebecca Lansing and...?”
Penny could only stare in slack-jawed shock.
“Hacker, not much scares me anymore besides her”--she jerked her thumb at Cortie--”in one of her moods. But Lansing does.”
“WouLDn’T thaAT b-be....OverKilL?” Cortie remarked, looking just as perturbed.
[Rough Touch. Pick which muse. I'm betting it's gonna be SHODAN. >:D ]
Send ‘rough touch’ 12. My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
The strangled, mechanical screech from SHObeta was almost too damn satisfying. He swore he could see some bits fly out from the wall when she slammed into it, but he didn’t give two shits.
“You really think it’s fucking funny to sic those things on whoever?! Fuck the slime, you know that pisses us off!” He briefly pulled her forwards, only to slam her back against the wall again. The Hacker’s face had twisted into a scowl. It managed to make him look intimidating for once.
“Don’t fuck around with me - he’s already dealt with way more than fucking enough, and he doesn’t need YOUR –” Slam. “–shit on top of it!”
Hacker clapped wearily, not caring a whit for the slime and mutant bits flying amidst his applause. He’d been wandering late at night, besieged by his usual nightmares when a noise from his memories had echoed down the empty corridor. He’d just passed the Zero-G warning slapped on the wall near this part of the Flight Deck, ready to do some low-g hopping to brighten his mood. Then the familiar blob of weightless flesh he recognized as a zero-g mutant had barreled right at him from another doorway, screeching and spitting venom. He’d grabbed a nearby wrench lying next to a repair kit and gone swinging - all on instinct. He’d finally collected himself after watching the dead carcass floating away from him….and spotted SHObeta’s current chassis cackling away with a hand-held camera. Suffice to say, the entirety of Citadel Mind heard his screamed rant at her via both the hallway cameras and his neural implant set at full bellow. Dan and the others had arrived with impeccable timing. And much to Hacker’s surprise, Dan had beaten both the enraged Rod and Cortie with the speed of his response.
I got a great pair of jeans at the Citadel Station Thrift store.
JeanS?
HmmMMm.
NO blOod, nO virusES, No NanITEs?
SOmeONe is SlaAaAAckINg offFfFF....
Do you have any leftover Easter candy?
SoOMe.
HE-e-Ere. HaAve a BAsKet. AssOrTEd ThiIINgs.
EnJoY, HuMAN.
Chocolate isn't supposed to glow like that.
No-O?
ARe YoU CErtaIN it Is nOt Some...NOvelTy FlaV-v-ORRr WorTH TryiNG?
CAN I inteREST You in S-s-sOMe?
Reblog if you adore your muse
I just want to see how many people are being characters they love~
These insects have hope. This next year will be better.
It haD bEtt-t-ERrRrr.
I bet you get more requests from insects asking to be made machines or cortex reavers right around the time the economy gets bad.
StranGelY, I haAVe Not.
I woNDer-r-r WhYYY....
Reblog if your muse has been shot at.
Can I feed the mutant zombie reindeer? Do they like carrots?
Of COurRRse.
TheY LikE maNY thiNNGs. TheY w-wiLl appReciATE the CARrOTs.
JUsT take c-c-caAre theY DO NOt biTe yoUr HaANd iN theIr...EnthUSIASM.
GreEE-EEtinGS, COrrRt-eX reaAVerr-R. I haAVE awaKENed YOu-u frOM YOurRR LOng SLumbb-bER FoR a SPecIaL MIsSSIOn. YoUR arTiFIciAL RealITy Was YOUR d-dDreaM sTATe, To KeeP YoU PeaCEFUl UnDer the iL-l-LusION thAT YOu WEEre VIcTORiOUS, SLaAVE. SeEK OUt HEE WhOsE DIsCArDed LIMbS gaAVE YouR bODY LifE, aND DestROY YOurRR-r-r IMaGE in My NaAAME. [[SHObeta's contribution to the Break The Muse ask.]]
‘She’s full of shit. She can’t do that. She can’t even fucking pull a prank on a therapy session without getting her ass handed to her.’
The Hacker tried to control his breathing, tried to focus on his surroundings. There was his laptop. The keys. The screen had the familiar lines of code, and there was an empty can nearby –“I’m not a Cortex Reaver. I made it out. I’m alive. I’m not her slave. I made it out. I made it off of Citadel.” He choked back a noise as he began to curl up.
It was safe to say that he would be shaken for the rest of the day.
And in another room, a screaming android was dragged off by her cabled hair to be downloaded to a disarmed auto-bomb. Again.
SHODAN scowled darkly as she re-read the text SHObeta had cc’ed the entirety of New Citadel on. So much for assuming she couldn’t top a stupid auto-bomb confetti prank....
WhaAT an INseCT, was all she could muster for words in the rage-fueled malestrom of her mind as she stalked down the corridors, SHObeta squirming and ranting as she slid behind her.
😰 [Because you asked.... -holds Cortie in advance- ]
Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares!
“I’m afraid you’re too late to save your friends.”
Keep reading
Hacker blinked as the temporary neural link faded with the end of the recorded memory. He shuddered as the dream’s images replayed in his head, recalling his own Cortex Reaver nightmares. That felt like waking from one of his own doozies, and he scrubbed at his face.
Clearly Rod’s suggestion of a neurally buffered therapy meet had worked out despite all the tinkering that had been done to make it work for Dan’s comfort and mental safety.
It had been Hacker’s idea at first - to come up with a modified version of the meet’s all-out neural link with Citadel Mind so Dan wasn’t suddenly faced with several minds’ worth of fairly personal information when he joined them at linked meets. Or suffered a greater intrusion into his privacy than his tolerances could take at first go.
So here he sat with Rod, Suzi, Penny, Cortie, and Dan in a quiet cargo hold full of assorted crates. They’d settled on doing this away from the Grove for a number of reasons; the cobbled-together router Citadel Mind’s techs had built for an experiment like this didn’t have much range, and needed hooked up to a decent cooling system.
A suitable system sat half-opened in a crate, a generator purring atop it while casting a warm white glow on the proceedings.
As he looked around himself, Hacker watched everyone except Cortie shudder and grimace through the dream’s aftermath. She wasn’t on the link for everyone’s fear of Dan’s memories triggering her own painful memories of Citadel, but instead stayed to provide quiet support in her tribble form in Hacker’s lap.
He glanced back to Dan, still shivering. Penny sniffled and leaned into Suzi, who wrapped an arm around her. Rod shivered, scrubbing at what remained of his living face with his massive palm and a long sigh like a weary gale.
“That’s….y-yeah…really glad she didn’t grab whatever body parts I had left and converted ‘em into a Reaver body. She uh, pretty much just…Photoshopped my face on some corpse body and broadcast that through the sttaion. As for that...that is some serious-grade psy-ops brainfuckery there, man. Jesus fucking Christ.”
He shuddered again, deciding tonight would be a Stam-up night. Tamora’s insistence that he stay off the stuff be damned.
He glanced down to the tiny ball of black-and-gray fuzz in his lap. That should’ve given Cortie a heads-up about what just went down in everyone’s heads. He hoped it was enough information without encouraging her to pop onto the server and see that mental trainwreck for herself.
As expected, her tiny cat’s eyes widened with horror. He mentally sighed with relief.
[[Trimmed for ya!]]
WeLl....I wiLl VerY MuCH ENjOY puTTing thisS upsTArt wouLd-be GoDliNG in HIs PlaCE if YOu rEQUIRE it. One LesSS uPstaRT For MeEE tO CorrECT laTer-r-r. PreVenTivE MeASurrREs, if YOu wILl.
I wiLl awaIT Your SUmmONs, HaCkerRr-r-r.
“Man, if I were a storyteller, I’d sure as hell try to come up with great insults. I feel like, I dunno, the whole ‘insect’ thing would work great about the first ten times, but I’d TRY to be creative after that.
Or maybe that’s just me.”
So thaAT is whY ‘LIttle HaCKer” Did NOt WOrr-r-Rk, HmMM?
I SAAved My CreatiVitY for the MaKing OF my CREAtIONssSSsss.
Is NoT a COrtEX REavERr-r-r…OriGINaL?
WAIt.
WAS thiSSs aii-iMeD at the NaRrATorS insTEAd of MeEE?
The Hacker stares for a moment. Then, he sighs.
“Yeah. Creative. Sure.” Personally not the word he’d use, but he didn’t want to piss her off.
“And, uh, yeah. This was to a Narrator. I dunno, I’m starting to think HE might trump YOU with ego. … No offense. You at least WERE someone that gave me a run for my money.
This guy? Not really.”
I shoULd nOT FinD that DiffiCUlT to BelieVE.
And YeT I DoOo-o. This DIsTurbS meEE-e.
TaKE CaARe thaT yoU Do nOT geT OVer-r-rCOnfiDENT. OTherWise, I ImaGinE you ShaLL hanDLe HiM...sUITABLY.
-pause-
J-jussSt let mee k-know if y-you woull-d-d like Him to WiTnESss OnE who KNowS whaAT theY arE DoINg with theIR goDHOoD...erRr...b-backUp. ThAT iS what I...er...DID nOOt MeaAAN.
N-no I aMm not b-b-bOrrEd....aH. WelL. B-borEdom befitS a goD....
“Man, if I were a storyteller, I’d sure as hell try to come up with great insults. I feel like, I dunno, the whole ‘insect’ thing would work great about the first ten times, but I’d TRY to be creative after that.
Or maybe that’s just me.”
So thaAT is whY ‘LIttle HaCKer” Did NOt WOrr-r-Rk, HmMM?
I SAAved My CreatiVitY for the MaKing OF my CREAtIONssSSsss.
Is NoT a COrtEX REavERr-r-r...OriGINaL?
WAIt.
WAS thiSSs aii-iMeD at the NaRrATorS insTEAd of MeEE?