There was a...patch of garden? Growing in the hall, a jungle exploding out of nothing in the cold. That was pretty. But there was also a dark alleyway off to the right that Moira knew wasn't there before, and...and things like working fluorescents, but in the floor, or what had been the floor, and everything else had gone dark. Dark and still.
Dark and still and quiet. She hadn't noticed the soft, constant hum of Sacrosanct until it was gone. There wasn't even any breeze. It was dead silent.
She hissed softly into her watch. It was still recording, even if it kept giving her blinking error codes she didn't really understand. She could--post? Upload?--transfer them later, somehow. Everything had to be recorded. In case all something happened and-- For the future. For science
( ... )
Sarah swept her arm across the table and the network bracelet clattered to the floor. She turned towards the door, ready to leave the room and the journal behind, and then stopped.
A voice.
A human voice, as far as she could tell, though there was no way to be sure, even T-800 could change its voice and the machines here had looked human too -
She sounded afraid.
Sarah took her gun out, cautiously, and stepped silently towards the door. She stationed herself beside it, both hands clasping the gun and pressed to her chest, ready to defend herself if this was a trap.
Oh, geeze. There really was someone there. She wasn't sure if that was better, or worse.
No, no, had to stay positive. She stuck her head around the corner, wondering if this door or shelf or whatever was the only thing between her and, well, danger.
But it was better than being outside alone.
"Moira," she said, hand up, showing it was empty. "Moira Brown."
random running into time?idkmybffhannaOctober 31 2010, 02:16:40 UTC
It all started in the library.
He'd gone in search of something to read for Halloween, and so had quietly browsed the stacks in Banks in search of something appropriate. After a few hours of searching, he had been briefly tempted by Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but decided against it in favor of something a bit heftier, instead picking up House of Leaves.
He'd read for several hours, losing track of time, and had gotten midway through Exploration #4, finding himself both distrubed and frustrated by the shifting text, when the lights had gone out.
This was extremely unnerving.
Tucking the book under his arm, he went in search of light, and had spent nearly the next day (or so he thought. Perhaps. Maybe. What time was it now?) wandering through the strange rooms, listening to the sounds. He wasn't afraid, but again, he was more than a little unsettled
( ... )
/smashes intohows_the_kneeOctober 31 2010, 02:57:43 UTC
There was already someone in the next room.
Sarah stopped, momentarily too surprised to react. It's eerie, how empty this place is, and she hadn't seen anyone for hours.
She didn't recognize the man, and that alone was enough to make her wary. Her eyes went immediately to the network device in his hand. The journal entries. She was itching to read this one, too.
She stepped forward, cautiously.
"So," she said, nodding at the device. "Pretty fucked up, huh?"
He was glad it was still fairly dark, despite the holograms - she probably wouldn't notice his somewhat obvious dead-ness then. Though she might notice the faint glow to his eyes.
Actually, that might be worse. He tried not to look in her direction, then.
He did give her a faint nod.
"Very," he said. "Like something out of a horror film."
Sarah nodded. "Yeah. A different journal entry in every room, it looks like."
He was still looking at the device, not at her. Was it that bad? Or was he deliberately avoiding eye contact? Sarah frowned, moving closer. It didn't seem like he was about to attack, anyway.
York isn't afraid of the dark-- nothing like it, of course, he's spent enough time in it to never have that fear, but it doesn't stop him from being irritated all the same. No amount of fiddling with the generators or anything mechanic has actually done any good, which is endlessly frustrating.
He explores, of course- has to, can't really just stand around and hope that this all goes away, so he does look around at the buildings around, picking up the device when he finds it, only to freeze when he reads that.
There's unease, of course, but the first thing he does is pick up his own device, and send Sarah a voice message, frowning.
He worries about Carolina, of course- worries about the other AI, worries about the other people here, but it's Sarah who he worries about the most, truthfully. Her background with them is a little more than worrying, and he doesn't want her more uneasy than need be.
Hey, don't worry about me, yeah? I know how to keep in one piece. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You gotta location or want company?
Another pause, and then a voice message from Sarah.
Come if you want, but I'm fine.
Included in the message are a set of coordinates, encrypted to the best of Sarah's ability - which isn't very high, certainly not enough to keep an interested AI out. But she'll be damned if she's not going to do her best.
From Sarah, this is practically a gold-plated invitation.
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Dark and still and quiet. She hadn't noticed the soft, constant hum of Sacrosanct until it was gone. There wasn't even any breeze. It was dead silent.
She hissed softly into her watch. It was still recording, even if it kept giving her blinking error codes she didn't really understand. She could--post? Upload?--transfer them later, somehow. Everything had to be recorded. In case all something happened and-- For the future. For science ( ... )
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A voice.
A human voice, as far as she could tell, though there was no way to be sure, even T-800 could change its voice and the machines here had looked human too -
She sounded afraid.
Sarah took her gun out, cautiously, and stepped silently towards the door. She stationed herself beside it, both hands clasping the gun and pressed to her chest, ready to defend herself if this was a trap.
"Yes," she said. "Who's there?"
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No, no, had to stay positive. She stuck her head around the corner, wondering if this door or shelf or whatever was the only thing between her and, well, danger.
But it was better than being outside alone.
"Moira," she said, hand up, showing it was empty. "Moira Brown."
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Moira Brown. The woman from the network. And probably (probably) one of the least threatening people here.
She let out a breath, and holstered her gun.
"Sarah," she introduced herself, examining the woman critically. She still looked scared out of her wits. "You okay there, Moira?"
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He'd gone in search of something to read for Halloween, and so had quietly browsed the stacks in Banks in search of something appropriate. After a few hours of searching, he had been briefly tempted by Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but decided against it in favor of something a bit heftier, instead picking up House of Leaves.
He'd read for several hours, losing track of time, and had gotten midway through Exploration #4, finding himself both distrubed and frustrated by the shifting text, when the lights had gone out.
This was extremely unnerving.
Tucking the book under his arm, he went in search of light, and had spent nearly the next day (or so he thought. Perhaps. Maybe. What time was it now?) wandering through the strange rooms, listening to the sounds. He wasn't afraid, but again, he was more than a little unsettled ( ... )
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Sarah stopped, momentarily too surprised to react. It's eerie, how empty this place is, and she hadn't seen anyone for hours.
She didn't recognize the man, and that alone was enough to make her wary. Her eyes went immediately to the network device in his hand. The journal entries. She was itching to read this one, too.
She stepped forward, cautiously.
"So," she said, nodding at the device. "Pretty fucked up, huh?"
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He was glad it was still fairly dark, despite the holograms - she probably wouldn't notice his somewhat obvious dead-ness then. Though she might notice the faint glow to his eyes.
Actually, that might be worse. He tried not to look in her direction, then.
He did give her a faint nod.
"Very," he said. "Like something out of a horror film."
He tilted his head.
"Are there more of these?"
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He was still looking at the device, not at her. Was it that bad? Or was he deliberately avoiding eye contact? Sarah frowned, moving closer. It didn't seem like he was about to attack, anyway.
"What's this one say?"
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York isn't afraid of the dark-- nothing like it, of course, he's spent enough time in it to never have that fear, but it doesn't stop him from being irritated all the same. No amount of fiddling with the generators or anything mechanic has actually done any good, which is endlessly frustrating.
He explores, of course- has to, can't really just stand around and hope that this all goes away, so he does look around at the buildings around, picking up the device when he finds it, only to freeze when he reads that.
There's unease, of course, but the first thing he does is pick up his own device, and send Sarah a voice message, frowning.
Sarah? Hey. Where are you--
Uh.
How are you doing?
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Finally, a text message blinks on York's screen.
York.
I'm fine, no injuries.
Stay inside, there's something bad going on.
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Hey, don't worry about me, yeah? I know how to keep in one piece. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You gotta location or want company?
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Come if you want, but I'm fine.
Included in the message are a set of coordinates, encrypted to the best of Sarah's ability - which isn't very high, certainly not enough to keep an interested AI out. But she'll be damned if she's not going to do her best.
From Sarah, this is practically a gold-plated invitation.
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