A Rinzler in the life.

[ifightfor]

Who: Rinzler + EVERYONE. EVER.
What: ~Le Parkour~, creepering around, and other fun Program activities.
Where: All over the Barge.
When: Thursday the 21st.
Warnings: may contain peanuts. and rinzler.

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EARLY AM - DECK

[ifightfor]

Morning begins with stargazing and a meal taken in relative solitude. Users had this funny idea that they had to sleep while it was dark, and Rinzler typically capitalizes on that to have some part of the Barge to himself at the very first hours of morning.

MIDMORNING - ... EVERYWHERE

[ifightfor]

The problem with the gym is there isn't enough of it. Rinzler needs space to run.

So the hallways (and the stairwells, descended not as they should be but in great leaps and bounds and athletic rolls) have to make do. Usually everyone's awake by now, at least.

Chase reflex activated! /Bark bark bark scramble etc!

[feels_no_love]

Dracula hated getting up in the morning, but blood was served at human mealtimes and he had to get used to it if he wanted to stay fed. Besides, most of his friends were not night creatures.

When he saw Rinzler go bounding past him, he let out a laugh...and spun around, racing after him. He tried to imitate the strange being's movements, but though he had the raw grace he didn't have the training. "Whoops! Ha-hah!" He ran along the ceiling to catch up a bit, then dropped down and kept following.

FFFFFT! *runs for nearest tree*

[ifightfor]

Pursuit! Rinzler spares the vampire only a cursory glance (known, nonhostile) without breaking his stride. He doesn't expect a User to keep up with h--

...Huh. All right, so apparently gravity is negotiable on the Barge sometimes which is not a new trick on Rinzler, but one he didn't expect to see here. His usual growl increases in volume with the force of his amusement and he picks up his pace, dashing into the next stairwell and heading up two at a time.

Re: FFFFFT! *runs for nearest tree*

[feels_no_love]

Dracula bounds after him, sometimes on his feet and sometimes using all four limbs like an animal. His eyes glow and flicker a little bit with excitement. A physical contest that was not battle at all. Why hadn't he thought of this?

A door opens and he leaps onto the opposite wall to avoid knocking into the figure that comes out. "Pardon me!" he says cheerfully, then scrambles after Rinzler.

NOON - LUNCH

[ifightfor]

Meals are a tactical affair: Get in, get food, get out without being waylaid.

That doesn't mean it always works.

Re: NOON - LUNCH

[no_fastolfe]

Meals were a horror. Full of life-- claustrophobic and infectious. Vasilia had covered her mouth with a breathing mask from a first aid kit-- her nostrils filtered with small antiseptic plugs-- her hands gloved, her hair high, her body covered.

And it was still unthinkable to be jostled against someone. JOSTLED. The sheer mass of life that made this possible-- with no robots to shepherd and part the crowd.

She bit down on a shriek of rage, eyes wide and beaming hate at the larger body.

[Have a mad roboticist!]

Oh wee angry roboticist.

[ifightfor]

Rinzler did not tolerate crowds with much patience, which was why it was his typical strategy to avoid usual mealtimes altogether. Sometimes that wasn't possible.

Thus he's standing here with a User looking like she wants to kill him for having touched her, an emotion he is--if he could accurately recognize the concept--in complete sympathy with. This is awful.

He takes an immediate step back to permit Vasilia her space, offering her a half-bow of apology for the collision.

[no_fastolfe]

There was first the moment of self-recrimination for allowing herself to be caught in an excess of emotion. Then the grim reminder that even in a sparse crowd, people might come at her from any side, going their own way with no proper decorum. As bad as Earth must be, she imagined, with its caves of steel.

On Aurora she would have taken his courtesy as only her due; now she was beginning to realize she would have to barter for common decency. So she acknowledged and returned it, inexpertly, a chin-jerk down, then up.

"Pardon me." The words tasted as bitter and without savor as anything that this public Kitchen (as if she was merely a general student at the Institute !) could offer.

EARLY AFTERNOON - LIBRARY

[ifightfor]

Although he'd shared his first revision lexicon and database with CLU, that didn't mean by any means Rinzler felt it was completed. He has a lot left to learn, which means availing himself of whatever he can get his hands on in the library.

Re: EARLY AFTERNOON - LIBRARY

[strangehstorian]

Chromie, self-appointed ghost of the library, appeared silently at his elbow in a moment when.. .well, whenever he looked unoccupied. With a smiiile.

"Hello JA307020."

Is that a smile and a ! ma'am?

[ifightfor]

It's a little alarming to Rinzler that Chromie--one of the least-threatening Users on the Barge--can sneak up on him completely undetected.

How does she do that?

He looks up from a book on human disease--the reference Sarah Harding had made to BSE had gotten him off on a disturbing, but insightful, track--and relaxes on spotting her. Raises a hand in a half-salute. Hi.

alwayz

[strangehstorian]

"Need help with anything?"

Which is both a standard Librarian Question and asking after his wellbeing. She saw you have another Strange Black-and-Orange Person here.

MIDAFTERNOON - CREEPING, FLOOR SIX

[ifightfor]

And there's always a place in his schedule to just stand outside Flynn's room for an hour.

Staring.

[t_x_unit]

Fool. Didn't factor in counter-creeping, did you?

The T-X, being a security-minded soul piece of programmed hardware, knew that there was sometimes a need to run routine checks on the ship, considering all the frequent chances for interdimensional overlap.

And she was staring right his way, trying to ascertain the purpose behind the activity.

"The door's structure is stable," she offered, as if to allay uncertainty.

[ifightfor]

Now if they could get Flynn out here to stare at the T-X staring at Rinzler staring at him, they'd have a closed system.

Without taking his attention from the door in question, Rinzler nods once. Yes, the door is stable.

He seems undisturbed by the added surveillance.

[t_x_unit]

The door might be stable, but the suited creature was rapidly becoming an unstable element.

Which meant that, after a spate of continued monitoring, the blonde walked his way with precision-engineered poise; circling with unblinking gaze kept his way. Crossing his line of vision before returning to her original relative bearing.

Looked to the door. Then back to him.

"There are no scheduled events... What is your interest?"