It's nothing... [open]

[windsofdaytime]

Characters: Kaoru and you!
Content: I promised an open log with this social failget over here months ago, and, well, there's no time like the present. Kaoru's all over the ship, trying to sort out her thoughts.
Setting: Around Serenity
Time: After the boxes have been opened
Warnings: Existentialism, nihilism, moral questions, and a very strange

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/ridiculously late tag after fail-hiatus, feel free to ignore, orzzz

[causink_trouble]

Jenka really wasn't spending much time thinking about the mysterious crates - mostly because she'd seen enough similar things in her lifetime not to find them all that interesting.

On the other hand, her job left her with little to do until one of the clank parts actually broke out of its box and threatened something. Sitting on one of the crates and listening to its contents flop around once in a while was not a very interesting way to pass the time, so she was more than usually willing to start a conversation when someone stopped by the cargo hold.

"Hi dere, keed."

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru shrugged and hopped on top of the box, large though it was. "Hello. Did you want something?"

[causink_trouble]

"Nah. But vouldn't mind zum company."

She gestured at the crate. "Dese tings gets awfully borink after a vhile."

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru tilted her head down at the crate. "Did you try talking to it, then?"

[causink_trouble]

"Hazn't heard it tok yet. Chust de arm movink around." But that did sound more interesting, if the opportunity came up.

"Haz hyu?"

[windsofdaytime]

"Somebody else said the head talked," Kaoru deadpanned, "but it just wanted to destroy things."

[causink_trouble]

"Yah, Hy heard dot too. Dunno if it's gun be much ov a talker, den."

She gave the crate a considering look.

"Must be a pretty schtupid ting if it ken't help goink on about destroyink tings vhile in pieces und locked up in boxes, huh?"

[windsofdaytime]

"Stupid and worthless." Kaoru stared at the crate in turn. "It can't destroy anything like that."

[causink_trouble]

"Yah." And that was it for the crate. As Jenka had said earlier - it was just boring.

She turned back to Kaoru. "So, how iz hyu job goink?"

Jenka didn't know what it was, but she still thought it had the potential to turn out much more interesting than the boxed clank, which was unlikely to ever manage to do anything.

[windsofdaytime]

"Boring," she stated plainly. "But it's always boring, so that doesn't matter. What do you think about the stupid machine?" It would at least be useful to fish for opinions about it.

[causink_trouble]

What was there to think about the stupid machine, really? Jenka shrugged.

"Iz not like Hy hazn't seen a clenk before. Iz a pretty nize vun, sure. Und Hy dunno vhy it's turned on."

[windsofdaytime]

"Clank? Is that what you call it?" Kaoru sat down on the box. "So you've seen others, then."

[causink_trouble]

"Sure. My masters likes makink tings like dis. Clanks, monsters, und so on." Jenka, of course, considered herself more or less in the same category of creations, though more successful than the average.

[windsofdaytime]

She was strange. Or maybe normal. Kaoru didn't really know. "Your masters. Who are they, exactly?"

[causink_trouble]

No, she definitely wasn't normal. Rather happy not to be, too. People seemed to lead such tedious lives.

"Dey'z de Heterodyne family, beck on de Badlands/Vohemar border," she explained. There was no reason not to talk about them. Especially the dead ones. "Mad scientists. Dey likes inventink strange tings, terrorizing pipples, gettink into a var or two zumtimes, dot kind ov ting. Gots a Jägermonster army beck in Mechanicsburg." She wasn't sure if that was the kind of thing Kaoru wanted to know, so she stopped talking and waited to see if she'd comment.

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru nodded along. "I see." Somehow, she wasn't horrified. At all. "So that's who made you."