[ There's a shirtless teenager on your screen who looks remarkably like that kid from the Taylor Swift video, er... well... There's an upside-down shirtless teenager on your screen, looking at the datapad like it has somehow hideously offended him just by existing and having far too many knobs than what one would reasonably expect. At first, his
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She's figuring that getting a response to something he had no clue how to record will probably knock him for an entertaining loop.]
Government experimentation?
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Eventually he makes his way back to the thing he tossed aside earlier and just crouches down in front of it, forearms on his knees, and squints warily at it. Eff your question, totally not answering that yet. ]
Who are you?
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It's only a door.
[She pauses, pointing at herself.]
And I'm Claire. Relax, I'm pretty anti-government. If you were kidnapped or whatever back home, you're safe from them here. We've been taken from home and are somewhere else entirely.
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No shit.
[ Claire. Okay. He probably won't remember it later but either way you're going to be 'hey you' for a while. ]
It's still kidnapping, so how's that an safer? Where exactly is here?
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First off, if you're starting to get cold, there's a robot somewhere around. They'll give you something to wear. It'll be ugly and scratchy, but it's better than having everyone see you almost naked.
[She looks away from the camera for a second, feeling a little awkward that she has to suggest that. She then holds up two fingers.]
Second? You're on a planet called Coruscant. It's nowhere near Earth. We were taken from home to participate in some stupid war that's here, but not everyone does.
Third? We're going to go back to the government experimentation question.
[She sits there, as calm as calm can be, looking entirely interested in his experimentation life.]
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[ You have been watching way too much Sci Fi channel, Claire. And Alex hasn't looked out a window quite yet. At the 'Second' part he... tries really hard not to laugh. Well, not too hard, because a short, snort of a laugh comes from him, eyebrows raised as the sarcasm just drips from his words. ]
And I'm what, abducted by martians to be Earth's representative? Yeah. Okay.
[ YOU'RE FUNNY, CLAIRE. And on to the third part - ]
I don't think we are.
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Which, by the way? Robots? You know a metal machine that moves around and isn't human? If you want clothes, go find one. If not, I really don't care. [Because whatever, you're not that bad to look at. Even if your attitude sucks worse than hers.]
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[ A grumbled sigh about the robots thing, because, come on, he knows what a robot is. The what is about them actually being here. But whatever, he'll humor her. Or he'll just pretend he's getting up to finish exploring the apartment. And what do you know, a roller-tin happens right across his path, causing him to stop dead and stare at it for a moment, eyes wide. ] Like that?
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[Yeah, you better believe this crap, buddy. It's not like she's lying about robots for fun. She hates the robots. She treats all the ones at her dad's place like they're all out to secretly kill her.]
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[ Give, sparky. It's like a dog, right? Well, thankfully this is a patient, not easily offended droid, because it spits out some nicely shrink-wrapped clothes for him, which he goes about pulling out, setting the datapad on the ground. He takes the moment while he can pretend to be distracted and uncaring to broach the monster topic, because, yeah, sounds familiar. ]
Why monster?
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Because of what I am, I guess. Some guy here doesn't like people that are different. And there's a lot of people here who are different.
[Even if not all of them are different in the same way she is. But she doesn't give herself time to brood over it for too long, before she's almost smiling once again.]
Looks like you're pretty much ready to take on the rest of the city now. You think you can handle it?
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Different how?
[ A snort at the last comment and he bends to actually pick the datapad back up ]
I'll live.
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I guess I'll spare you explaining the rest of the things here, if you think you'll be able to live through alien people and flying cars.
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...What is this, The Jetsons? [ Only popculture reference he's got in his time to compare it to. ]
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Only I lost a hand and regrew it back. So some idiot thinks I'm a monster.
[Wait, what? The Jetsons? That's so...old.]
... what year are you from?
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...Badass power.
[ An a twitch of an almost smile, ALMOST, because that's pretty neat, before he remembers how everything ever sucks right now. ]
'62. October.
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