SIARZE: Siarze kicks the corner of the infirmary in a particularly desultory fashion and slumps down next to the entrance.
LUCIND: Lucind has been watching all of this go down from her own bed! She has... no idea what's happening and she sure as hell knows better than to ask the mediculler. SO!
LUCIND: A little white-haired head pops out of the infirmary and smiles Siarze. "Hi," she whispers. She's pretty hoarse.
SIARZE: Siarze pops back away from the door and the big freaky white and black shiny OH WAIT THAT'S A SMALL TROLL aU: h1 wait that's not directed at this troll do the thing with the voice Siarze. Do not frighten the small troll you have fucked up enough today. "hi." Siarze's voice isn't much better.
LUCIND: Her photophores flare briefly! She glances to make sure the medic is still occupied with Tizzy and slips around to the other side. Her toes scuffs several lines in the dust before she tries the speaking thing again. "Who are you?"
SIARZE: Siarze starts to answer "1'm the helm-" cuts himself off "1'm S1arze" he takes the shock. "What happened t0 y0ur thr0atstem that y0u s0und l1ke me?"
LUCIND: "I got sick. Pleased to meet you, Siarze, my name is Lucind, but I also answer to Lulu, or Lucy, or Cindy, or Luz which sounds like loose but is spelled L-U-Z." She finishes off with a coughing fit, and only remembers to cover her mouth midway through. Children are gross.
LUCIND: "Are you sick?"
SIARZE: "N0, are y0u?" Siarze backs off a little. What's with the glowy things on the kid's face? "A1n't y0u supp0sed t0 be 1n there w1th the freaky guy?" ZAP. "Agh REDACTED REDACTED w1th the perfectly reas0nable h1ghbl00ded med1c f0r REDACTED's sake"
LUCIND: "Yeah." She checks behind her and drops her voice back to a whisper. She's not getting in trouble, not tonight! "Why's your voice all gross if you're not sick? Why're you saying redacted? What happened to Tizmik?"
SIARZE: "Why d0 y0u ask s0 many quest10ns?" He notices the look. "1 a1n't g01ng t0 rat y0u 0ut t0 the-" he pauses a second scanning the words he was about to say "the guy. Because 1 d1d a l0t 0f scream1ng. And 1t's related t0 the f1rst th1ng." Siarze sulks a little. "What are y0u d01ng 0ut here arud1l- T1zm1k's back 1n there!"
LUCIND: "Hey, you call her Arudil like the mediculler does. Her name's Tizmik, stupid, and I'm out here because she can't talk right now." She smiles, coughs again, and settles down on the ground next to Siarze. "You were screaming because of those." She points to a port and nods importantly. It's not a question.
SIARZE: "0nly m0stly because 0f th0se." Siarze shrugs "1 call her arud1l m0st 0f the t1me that's her name t00." He starts to try and figure out how to explain what's wrong with Arudil.
LUCIND: "I have two names too, if you aren't counting the nicknames. If you count the nicknames I have-" Brief pause to count on her fingers. "-six names and that includes my second name which is Ramire. R-A-M-I-R-E, so it looks like rah-my-er but that's not my name." "You weren't screaming jsut because of those," she continues, "you were also, because, you have a tiny computer in your sponge that doesn't like you." She goes onto her knees, snorts back snot, and boops the side of his head. "The helm, helmtech wanted to make your sponge think special ways and you get infracted if you don't. They use electricity to do it, but they cant use too much or you get pan damage, so they use little shocks on the pain part of your sponge. It's, um, when you skin your knee? The nerves tell your sponge that you are bleeding, but they don't wanna cut you up in the tentacle column so they tell your pain sponge that you skinned your whole entire _body?_ But it's really not and you're ok. It hurts a lot, though. I know that because I skin my knees a lot. Also my elbows and then they get full of dust and it strings to clean out." She pauses for dramatic effect and sits back down. "Did you know that when you kick the dust it looks like space clouds?"
(( OOC: *stings to clean out ))
SIARZE: Siarze flinches at being headbooped and why is this wriggler is talking about being helmed all [REDACTED] casual-like? Wow those are some freaky eyes, how old even is this kid? "n0 1t d0esn't 1t l00ks l1ke a bunch 0f d1rt space cl0uds are way better."
SIARZE: "M0re c0l0urs."
LUCIND: "Nuh-uh, they look like space clouds, Fawkes said." "...How many more colors?"
SIARZE: "Half the c0l0urs 1n the spectrum, depend1ng 0n what they're made 0f." Siarze fondly recalls the data from nav sats for second. "Dust cl0uds just l00k l1ke dust."
SIARZE: "Sn0w 1s better anyways."
LUCIND: "We get dust storms sometimes." Lucind has never seen snow. She opts not to mention this. She climbs into his legs and sets down on his lap like she owns it. Sorry Siarze's lap, but your new occupant is bony.
SIARZE: Siarze's lap is not very good seating anyways. "Hey n0 what are y0u d01ng?" Siarze first instinct is to boot the little troll off with psi but he doesn't get much further than gentle glowing. "Dust st0rms are b0r1ng. n0 0ne gets fr0zen s0l1d 0r stuck 1n the1r h1ve."
LUCIND: "One time an inspector got buried alive, but I wasn't sad because she almost found us. Demmel really hates the dust storms because it gums up his machines and his fronds." She grabs one of Siarze's arms and tries to lift it. "Lemme see your wrist I'm gonna show you something cool."
SIARZE: "g00d 0n the dust st0rms then. He sh0uld just wrap the REDACTED th1ngs." Siarze tries to pull back the limb manages to punch himself in the shoulder and it drops back into Lucind's hands "that's m1ne what are y0u even d01ng"
LUCIND: "I'm showing you something." She tips his hand back and squints at part of the plating. "See that checkmark?"
SIARZE: "1 d0n't see s0 well, 0cculars are k1nd 0f sh0t" Siarze blinks a little and pulls the hand up slowly.
LUCIND: "It means Demmel made it. It's a checkmark for Demmel, reticulum for Antino, and... um, pictor for Eisiel." Her little arms shake when she tries to lift both metal arms over her head. "These look new, are you-" She's distracted by a Tizmik noise. "Is she screaming because of the sponge computer? Does she have one? She said hers didn't work."
SIARZE: "get me a f1le" Siarze picks at the little checkmark. "arud1l has a sp0nge c0mputer hers just 1sn't as... r00ted as m1ne."
LUCIND: "Why?" She's making hand puppets with one grasper.
SIARZE: "because there's a b1g d1fference between be1ng 1n a c0ld dark b0x f0r a few per1gees and-" Siarze prods the checkmark on the other arm "ser10usly 1 want these 0ff but 1 d0n't want to burn a h0le 1n the metal t0 d0 1t"
LUCIND: "Why don't you want graspers?"
SIARZE: "N0t the graspers th1s stup1d" Siarze taps the spot where the checkmark is. "whatever 1t 1s they're supp0sed t0 be my graspers and mell0d 1s a bulge"
LUCIND: "You're stupid!" she says through her hand puppet in a silly voice. "You should be nice to Demmel because he is happy and bad at cards." She yawns! This is probably the longest she's been out of bed in a while.
SIARZE: "he's t00 happy and 1t gets 0n my nerves, tep1d-bl00ded jerk." Siarze pulls his hand away from Lucind. "d0n't make me put y0u back 1n there."
LUCIND: Lucind turns around to say something and instead sneezes on his face. How are your dodging skills, Siarze?
SIARZE: Siarze's dodging skills using psi are pretty top-notch! Unfortunately he's grounded and has a tiny wriggler on his lap. His reaction is to try and bring a frond up and flash fry the sneeze with psi. It is rather bright and shimmery for a moment.
LUCIND: She sneezes again, but manages to cover her face. Snork. Nose wipe with back of hand. "I'm sorry." She is also bright and shimmery for a moment, embarrassment glowing is a thing! Drooping hella fast, though, and flopping against his chest. She admires the glowing from Siarze. "Demmel has green psi, Chimra has yellow and so does Tizmik, Mituna, he's on Pyrewake, he's got red and blue, Porena has brown and pink, and Emrehl has purple. I just glow." She holds her arm out. There are a number of tiny red glowspots, barely bigger than freckles. "Seadwellers have these too, but I don't get to breathe water. Fawkes can breathe water and so can Aroana, and I think Geralt has gills, but Fawkes is lime and Aroana is brown and Geralt is bluey-green so the, um, so Overseer Timeskip is the only one here who is allowed to breathe water and not get culled by drones. It's because he's violet, but he's, but if the drones stay away everyone else can breathe it without being in trouble. Also, um, I'd get in trouble too, because I'm not supposed to have glowspots."
LUCIND: "I can't breathe air super good anyway, so." She is getting a little gaspy, but she kicks the ground and whispers "space clooouuuudssss."
LUCIND: "There was gonna be another violet too but I think she died because she never got here. I don't think anyone liked her anyways so it's alright."
SIARZE: "y0u d0n't have ps1?" Siarze prods the little rust. "demmel's ps1 1s dumb. m1tuna 1s even dumber bluh." Siarze makes a hand gesture to indicate his lack of enthusiasm for either of those people. "Needs m0re c0l0urs."
LUCIND: "No, just," she wheezes a few times, "glowing." Her 'space cloud' hits her face and her tiny body shakes with an especially violent coughing fit. She sounds a bit like a dog barking.
SIARZE: Siarze leans away from the tiny troll! "Hey hey t1ny tr0ll what's wr0ng?"
LUCIND: "Mediss- mediss-" She swallows. "My medi- cine is insi- side."
SIARZE: "0kay. 0kay lets g0 get that." Siarze picks up Lucind and carries the little troll back into the infirmary.
