Some funny little snippets from my bloodymary fic wip:
Grace:
"Would it be too creepy if I asked him to keep his bones? Probably, but I swear it would be for science! Though, I guess I could turn it into dice or something, if he wanted. Maybe a necklace? Okay, no."
I should probably stop staring at him all the time too.
When we first ran into it we thought it was just a new geological discovery from deep space. A perfectly oval space debris made out of some kind of crystal, by the looks of it. We both wanted to analyze samples, especially when we noticed that it was emitting three distinct set of waves. What a fun discovery would that be! This type of thing would drive people back at home crazy. But no! No! It had to be a highly irradiated submarine covered in crystallized blood.
Though, I suppose it makes more sense for blood to crystallize than it makes for xenon to be a solid! It's still weird, and I have no idea how it did that outside the body. Complete insanity. Yet there it is! Sitting in the containment glovebox and taunting me!
"Oooh, Graaaace! You think you're so cool because you're the expert in alien life? Well, I bet you don't know aaaaaanything about human blood. Ooooh!" Mocks the pieces of the crystallized space submarine.
Mark my words, crystallized space submarine, one day I will figure out all your secrets! I will have the last laugh!
<Did Grace groom the children, question?>
"NO!" Rocky startles. "Sorry, sorry. No, I didn't, no."
"I also think he might be Asian, but I don't want to assume. What if Asia doesn't exist anymore?"
Mary:
"List of medication can only be provided to authorized personnel. Please state name."
"Never mind," I grumble.
"Nevermind is not on the list of authorized personnel," The robot responds in the background.
"Oh? Oh! Mary, have you been gossiping about me?"
"Gossiping is the act of acquiring and divulging information on the behavior and personal lives of other people. While all conversations aboard the Hail Mary are being recorded on the black box, I do not have access to those files. I do have the capacity to analyze crew behavior upon request. Would you like to start a behavior analysis, Dr. Grace?"
The man sighed dramatically. "No, thank you, Mary."
"You're welcome, Dr. Grace."
Rocky:
<I'm going to have to learn more about psychology if you're going to live in Erid. Good God, it's going to be like learning about time dilatation again, isn't it?>
It rolls back towards me. It points at me, then the bed and then raises a paw with one finger pointing up.
"Uh… I sit here a moment?" It nods and then, with the same paw it used before, shows me its palm. "Wait?" It nods again.
It keeps making the wait motion while it very slowly rolls towards the door, as if it's scared that I might chase it. The door opens to it automatically in a swoosh, and as soon as it crosses the threshold, it speeds down the hallway.
Wow… It thinks I'm dumb.
SImon:
Oh, fuck. This starving dude is a lunatic. Fuck, I'm so screwed. He definitely ate my arm.
For some reason, that I can't possibly think about right now, this gown has little yellow animals drawn in it. What the fuck is wrong with these people?
I open my eyes and immediately regret it. A groan spills out of my throat, muffled by the tube.
Wait, tube? There's a tube? Why is there a tube?!
"Correct answer. Stand by for removal of the catheters."
Catheters?! Plural?!
It sings a little more, but I don't recognize the song and it dances a little inside the ball, like that weird red animal from the relic videos. I forgot the name, but they would raise two paws up and scuttle sideways near the ground, that's kind of what it's doing.
"So, do you have a name?"
"Yes."
He waits for me to elaborate, but I take another sip of water instead.
"Are… you going to tell me your name?"
"No, thank you."
"I swear. I know it sounds crazy—"
I ignore him and turn to look at Rocky. "So, that's what's up with your weird crystal ball thing? It's like a space suit? You can't breathe in our atmosphere?"
Rocky nods.
"Huh… If you're an alien, then how do you speak English?" It points at Dr. Rye Land Grace, who is currently gaping at me.
"He taught you?" Rocky nods. "Why the fuck would he do that?"
"Hello," the man says, in a sweet tone. "Hi!"
I ponder it for a moment.
"Hi," my voice cracks, "Could I have some water, please?"
"Oh! Right! Yes, of course." He stumbles away from me and pulls from a bag a bottle made of plastic. "Here you go!"
He uncaps it and stands closer to hand me the bottle, while I try my best not to react to his sudden proximity. I don't know if I'm being too obvious or if he is as scared to me as I am of him, but he moves away just as soon as I grab the bottle. I hope it's the latter; I cannot afford to forget how to bluff right now.
We maintain eye contact as I raise the bottle to my lips. It's very creepy, but I don't want to make myself vulnerable by looking away. If he thinks this is weird it does not show, all I can see on his face is eager curiosity.
"So, uh, hi," He says again. "My name is Ryland. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I freeze and put the bottle down. "Doctor Rye Land Grace, Captain of the Hail Mary?"
That makes him stand up straighter. "You know who I am?"
I nod and point with my chin to the robot arm. "The robot told me."
"Oh? Oh! Mary, have you been gossiping about me?"
"Gossiping is the act of acquiring and divulging information on the behavior and personal lives of other people. While all conversations aboard the Hail Mary are being recorded on the black box, I do not have access to those files. I do have the capacity to analyze crew behavior upon request. Would you like to start a behavior analysis, Dr. Grace?"
The man sighed dramatically. "No, thank you, Mary."
"You're welcome, Dr. Grace."
He sighs again and rolls his eyes playfully, ending it smile directed at me. "So, do you have a name?"
"Yes."
He waits for me to elaborate, but I take another sip of water instead.
"Are… you going to tell me your name?"
"No, thank you."
He looks baffled for a moment, but smiles awkwardly at me anyway. "Okay… Uh, so, how are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort? Maybe nausea?"
"I'm alright, thank you," I say lightly, and take another sip of water.
"That's, uh, that's good to hear. I was— I was very concerned. We found you in a very critical condition, but fortunately Armando was able to treat you."
"Armando?" I ask and, in response, the arm waves at me. "Oh. I thought its name was Mary?"
"No, no. Mary is the name of the ship's AI. Armando is what I call the nanny-bot."
So I am in a space ship, not a station. That makes more sense, I guess. It would have been harder for the COI or Eden to miss an entire space station, rather than a ship. But how is he fueling it?
"Ah. I see. Sorry, Armando." The arm-robot makes a little dance, but I'd like to believe that it is showing me a little forgiveness in his own weird robot way.
New chapter for my DP x DC fic "what thing worthy of love can be found in me?" just dropped!
I really liked writting these first paragraphs:
Time slowed down during summer. Danny was sitting right outside his bar, watching the clouds above him shift and swirl with the wind. They were so far away! And the sun shone with stalled heat and the rottenness of the day was sweet like candy in your tooth.
There were people on the streets, dragging their feet through the afternoon. It was rare a day where everyone in sight was at peace and his kin was riotless, like the wind had left all of their sails and all they could do for today is drift. Despite that, Danny couldn’t help but to feel restlessness building in his gut. His leg bounced against the concrete floor, making his plastic chair squeak rhythmically.
The clouds in the sky made fast pace, approaching their city silently. There was evil in the sunlight and the way it illuminated all their insecurities, but there was evil in the darkness of an approaching storm too. And Danny had, inadvertently, become the champion of his city, the champion for things unsaid and beings unknown. So, if the storm rolled around looking for trouble, Danny would have to grab his quickest gun and meet them midday in the main street for a duel of brain and brawl regardless of whether he wanted it or not.
While the summer slowness was surely killing the poor kid, it gave him time to do it all. He could be sheriff here, Will Kane with his dark hat and only his gun by his side, king there, Aragorn and the sword Narsil that is broken in a half dozen pieces, hero here, Supergirl and her billowing red cape, bar owner there, friend here, brother there, son occasionally. And even with all the things he was trying to do and trying to get done, he still found time to watch the clouds, because Danny’s twenty-four hours of the day are longer than anyone else's. Time is very fond of him.
In the few moments it took for Danny to blink and yawn, the clouds were upon them. They stretched over the city, casting a half shadow like a second night-time. Their cover was more thin in some places than in others, which let him see their movements. It wasn’t cyclone season yet, but they curled around each other in mocking spirals and they leered at the ground. It was going to rain today, but there was something else in the air.
This little premonition of his was a result of his usual paranoia. While there are many dull moments during summer, they are usually followed by the worst of blows against either him or what he stands for. The dark clouds weaving above were simply the most recent omen. Danny, to the chagrin of everyone that knew him, tended to ignore most hints of fate. He simply hated being told what to do and had to rein in his desire to be contrarian on purpose, just to annoy whoever.
He had been trying to learn how to tell apart his own thoughts, feelings and desires, from the desire to please and appease everyone else. The fear of upsetting the ones closer to him had, unfortunately, controlled most of his childhood and the fear of not measuring up still haunted him. Being confident in yourself was a much more difficult task than people made it out to be.
However, the nature of what Danny truly is gave him the slight advantage of being able to isolate certain feelings and overcome them with others. Though, this was only a temporary solution.
The way that Danny would describe himself is: a plasmic Neo-molecular organism with carbon based bonds. Which two great scientists, but mediocre parents, classified as “Ghosts”. Now, whether he is truly a “ghost” has been lengthily debated by both the scientific community, the government, and “ghosts” themselves. The jury is still out, since nobody can agree on anything ever.
This plasmic Neo-molecule seems to influence and even create emotions at a constant rate. Anger, more than anything else. Making emotional regulation nearly impossible. However, since Danny is not only made of plasmic Neo-molecules, he can “switch on and off,” picking and choosing when this emotional influence/creation takes place and weaponizing it to improve his confidence.
It’s much easier to be confident when you can’t feel fear.
actually im doing really well except for the fact that everything makes me sad and the things that dont make me sad make me angry. but other than that im fine
a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?
characters who get the "i can fix him" urge not because theyre a saint who loves everyone inherently but because they think "if i can prove there's good in everyone, maybe i can start feeling like i'm worthy or being seen as good too."
fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
