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[[So the mun has had the brilliant but tedious idea of moving my Night Vale blogs to the massive multi-muse blog @anomalousamalgamate for multiple reasons. All current roleplay threads will still continue on there, and I will keep these other blogs up for reference purposes.]]
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 80
Book
Yvon used to read books all of the time. Now that he’s a more law-abiding citizen, he doesn’t read much anymore, though he’ll occasionally make an exception for something that’s particularly interesting and municipally-approved.
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
“Button? Good, go for that and hope it still works,” Yvon instructed, still trying to keep his distance. “I still can’t do anything right now. Or at all. Keeping my distance is safer for both of us, trust me.”
He listened for the sound of anyone coming up the stairs. Nothing. Great, he would have to keep dealing with this.
Marie sobbed because she was frightened, “I can’t! I can’t move! I can’t do anything! What’s happening? Why is this happening? I don’t know anything, help me! Help me please!”
And she tried, she tried so hard to move. She could twitch a little, but she couldn’t move anything other than her left leg and her left side, but that didn’t move at all, really. She couldn’t even sit up. She was utterly helpless. Why wouldn’t he help? She didn’t understand anything at all.
Hadn’t Yvon just said...? He shook his head, feeling a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t enough to be worthless in a situation like this, but he also had to be the cause, didn’t he? Lovely...
“I can’t do anything about it. What do you expect me to do, call the SSP without a ph-?” Then he realized how possible that was and sighed. “Of course! The Secret Police...” Now they only needed to wait.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 79
Relatives
Yvon only really knows his immediate relatives. He’s been curious about the more distant ones, but has never had the privilege of meeting them.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 78
Jewelry
Yvon doesn’t wear jewelry much, although he’ll occasionally make an exception for things that are particularly nice and carved from bloodstone.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 77
Medicine
At first, Yvon was put on a variety of medicines after his reeducation in order to ensure that the effects would last. He’s glad to no longer need them, though he is on medication for chronic migraines. This is especially beneficial since it has the unexpected side effect of slightly weakening his power over electronics.
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
Just as Yvon thought the situation couldn’t get any worse. “I can’t,” he insisted, looking away. “Or…are you one of those kids whose parents inexplicably let you own a phone? Can you call someone right now?”
He could only hope for that much. At least cell phones were less technologically advanced than cyborgs, right? So, theoretically, there was a chance that it could work! If they could only call someone, they would be able to leave the roof, and the child could be…repaired…right?
Cell phone…. cell phone… what was that again? It was… it was something she had been asking for, something she needed, but for what? She was a child. If she needed help, she had…
“I have my button,” she remembered, trying to reach for it, trying to move at all, but she couldn’t. She could see out of her good eye at least, but looking around was hard. “It’s on my… necklace.”
“Button? Good, go for that and hope it still works,” Yvon instructed, still trying to keep his distance. “I still can’t do anything right now. Or at all. Keeping my distance is safer for both of us, trust me.”
He listened for the sound of anyone coming up the stairs. Nothing. Great, he would have to keep dealing with this.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 76
Sunset
Yvon will often watch the sun set in anticipation of the nighttime that will soon follow. The problem is that he can’t stand to do this if he’s in Old Town due to the unbearable solar shrieking.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 75
Phone
Yvon’s telephone is a fixture of his apartment and from several decades ago so that it doesn’t react to him (most of the time). He avoids using it more than necessary, just to be safe.
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 74
Evening
Yvon usually spends his evenings recovering from long days of work with the help of classical music, a halfway-decent dinner, and Persephone (his pet cat).
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
Oh no. Yvon was never fond of feeling helpless, but he could deal with that. Being the cause of someone else’s trouble was something else entirely. He tried the door yet again despite knowing the futility of the action. He would have called for help, but he couldn’t carry a cell phone for the exact same reason they needed assistance now.
“Stop talking!” he snapped, now unable to hide his panic. Even so, he tried to calm himself down so that he wasn’t yelling at her. “Please stop. I…we need to get out of here. I can’t help you.”
He… he wasn’t going to help her? Why not? Why was he so mad? She began to cry, uncertain as to what was happening or why, or how she’d ever get better. She tried to rub at her eyes, but her mechanical arm wouldn’t work at all, and her organic arm could barely move. Only a little bit, and clumsily.
She sobbed and wailed, scared and alone. “Help me! I can’t feel my arm! I can’t move my leg! I want my mom!”
Just as Yvon thought the situation couldn’t get any worse. “I can’t,” he insisted, looking away. “Or...are you one of those kids whose parents inexplicably let you own a phone? Can you call someone right now?”
He could only hope for that much. At least cell phones were less technologically advanced than cyborgs, right? So, theoretically, there was a chance that it could work! If they could only call someone, they would be able to leave the roof, and the child could be...repaired...right?
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
“But you see,” Yvon insisted, trying to step around, past, and away from her, “I’m really no good with technology. I’ll probably just screw everything up if I tried to help you!”
It wasn’t a lie. If she was glitching from this, he didn’t want to see what would happen to her eye, arm, and brain if he ended up any closer. If only he knew enough about controlling this problem with technology enough to not risk killing her. That would be great.
Her eye went dark, as if it turned off. Marie tried to fix it with her mechanical arm instead, but nothing happened, it wouldn’t move. Her organic arm had almost completely lost sensation, and she fell to the ground without realizing her leg had given out.
She looked down, her arm had caught the brunt of the fall. She had a scrape all along it, but couldn’t feel it. “Mister?” she called nervously, looking up at him. Why wouldn’t he help?
Oh no. Yvon was never fond of feeling helpless, but he could deal with that. Being the cause of someone else’s trouble was something else entirely. He tried the door yet again despite knowing the futility of the action. He would have called for help, but he couldn’t carry a cell phone for the exact same reason they needed assistance now.
“Stop talking!” he snapped, now unable to hide his panic. Even so, he tried to calm himself down so that he wasn’t yelling at her. “Please stop. I...we need to get out of here. I can’t help you.”
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 73
Night
Yvon enjoys nighttime. He’ll usually stay out late for no reason other than to watch the stars and the mysterious lights passing overhead while everyone else pretends to sleep.
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
Wasn’t that supposed to work? Weren’t kids supposed to like games or something? No, apparently not. Yvon backed away, trying to keep his distance. What, exactly was the radius for his power, anyway? He could never figure it out, as it kept changing from one moment to the next.
“No, I really don’t know how,” he said, his voice squeaking a little from nervousness on that last word. He cleared his throat. “I have no idea, you’ll have to ask a doctor or something.”
“No, you just have to turn the… the turny thing,” Marie said, gesturing to her eye, what was it called again? She couldn’t remember. She tried to get closer to the man, so he could see. Her eye was all blurry, that meant it was… something. Something.
“Help me?” she asked, even as her good arm stopped feeling anything at all and got clumsier. She could barely make her fingers grip the dial. Why didn’t this man want to help?
“But you see,” Yvon insisted, trying to step around, past, and away from her, “I’m really no good with technology. I’ll probably just screw everything up if I tried to help you!”
It wasn’t a lie. If she was glitching from this, he didn’t want to see what would happen to her eye, arm, and brain if he ended up any closer. If only he knew enough about controlling this problem with technology enough to not risk killing her. That would be great.
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
Nope. Nope. Nope. This was bad. Even if Yvon didn’t accidentally kill her, there were definitely some possible negative repercussions if he couldn’t get the whole technopathy thing under control. And he never could control it well.
And then she mentioned her eye working. “Oh, no,” he mumbled, trying the door yet again. No luck. “I, um…wonder why that could happen.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “Hey, how about we…stand as far from each other as we can? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Her hand was starting to grow a little numb too. She shook it, because your hand being numb means that there’s no blood in it, because…. because of something. Something…. she didn’t quite know.
“No, no games,” she said, hopping off the ledge. “Mister, can you help focus my eye? My hand’s a little numb.” She began to approach him.
Wasn’t that supposed to work? Weren’t kids supposed to like games or something? No, apparently not. Yvon backed away, trying to keep his distance. What, exactly was the radius for his power, anyway? He could never figure it out, as it kept changing from one moment to the next.
“No, I really don’t know how,” he said, his voice squeaking a little from nervousness on that last word. He cleared his throat. “I have no idea, you’ll have to ask a doctor or something.”
100 Days of Headcanons: Day 72
Morning
Yvon isn’t a morning person, by any means. He’ll usually sleep in before dragging himself out of bed, forcing himself through a non-energetic morning routine, and take until noon before he can truly consider himself awake.
Δ - the-littlest-cyborg
Δ : stuck on a roof together
Yvon had found himself in an unexpected predicament, as he realized at the same time he realized that the door to the stairwell wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to lock this door from the other side?” he muttered to himself, attempting to hide the anxiety that began to stir within him. And, given what he knew about the other person on the roof, anxiety was bad. “So it isn’t opening…I need to think of another escape plan. Any suggestions?”
He turned toward the young cyborg, wondering why he bothered asking. As though a child would have any idea how to get off of a roof without injury.
@the-littlest-cyborg
That cyber arm was exactly what had Yvon so worried. Well, that and the usual dangers. And did she really have to explain friction to him? She did realize that he was older and had already learned about that, right?
“Yeah, that’s…a lot of technology,” he agreed with a nervous laugh. Meanwhile, his brain remained one long stream of ‘fuck my life fuck my life f-’ played over and over again. “Um…is the arm the only robotic thing, or…? I mean, is anything vital also cybernetic, or just stuff you can live without?”
“My eye!” she said, pointing to it with her organic hand. “And some bits of my brain. It’s the ones that make me know things and the ones that make me know how to talk. That’s what the doctors say. I know lots of things! Did you know that a grownup man that isn’t married is a bachelor? And that jaywalker is called that because a ‘jay’ is a silly person?”
As she spoke, her vision started to fade. “My eye isn’t working right….” she mused, twisting the rings around it to manually adjust the color and focus. “I can’t see right…”
Nope. Nope. Nope. This was bad. Even if Yvon didn’t accidentally kill her, there were definitely some possible negative repercussions if he couldn’t get the whole technopathy thing under control. And he never could control it well.
And then she mentioned her eye working. “Oh, no,” he mumbled, trying the door yet again. No luck. “I, um...wonder why that could happen.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “Hey, how about we...stand as far from each other as we can? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
