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Katamari on the Blues [OPENNN]

Sep 21, 2010 11:06

In a corner of the obs deck, near the windows looking out over the bleed, there was a pile of papers scattered around. Upon closer inspection, they were slightly messy crayon drawings. Several of them tried to depict the view of the bleed out the window with dark smudges of color blended into each other. A few tried to do some perspective including ( Read more... )

!location: obs deck, ratchet_idw, prince of all cosmos

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notsaintkaiser September 21 2010, 20:48:48 UTC

Vivio had wandered over to the Observation Deck, hoping to seem oblivious to the goings on so far. Making her way across to the windows, she caught sight of the papers and the various drawings before noticing the Prince by the picture of two others seemingly like him.

Her heterochroma eyes looked over at the Prince and frowned a bit.

"Are you okay?" Vivio asked.

rollwthechanges September 21 2010, 21:17:27 UTC

He glanced up behind himself at the human girl who had approached, a little startled by her sudden appearance. He stood up and turned around to face her, considering how to answer her question before finally shaking his head, "no."

The Prince looked around for a blank sheet of paper, recovered a blue crayon and wrote across the top of the paper.

[WE ARE A BIT SAD. :( ]

notsaintkaiser September 21 2010, 22:13:08 UTC

Vivio looked down seeing the message. "I'm so sorry..." she said. "You need a friend?"

She smiled a bit sadly. It seemed that that was something he dearly needed.

rollwthechanges September 21 2010, 22:33:11 UTC

The Prince nodded to her response. He was a fairly friendly little guy, but in a place like this it was easy to feel overwhelmed.

[THANK YOU VERY MUCH] he scribbled out, [WE WERE JUST FEELING A BIT LONELY.]

He gestured over at the picture he'd just finished drawing with his foot. [WE ARE WORRIED ABOUT OUR PARENTS.]

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talks2stoplight September 22 2010, 01:25:53 UTC

Still reeling a little after being spat back out by GLaDoS, Ratchet was in need of a place to recollect himself. Forgoing the medbay and the sensoriums for some place a little more neutral, he found himself on the Obs deck, attracted by the view of the rushing bleed. He stopped with the little explosion of color on the floor caught his eye instead, his still fuzzy processor taking a minute to recognize the Prince.

"Hey there. No luck with the katamaris?" He glanced at the scattered pictures as he spoke, smiling despite himself as some of the cheerier ones.

rollwthechanges September 22 2010, 01:35:29 UTC

The Prince turned around and folded his legs as Ratchet spoke to him, then shook his head, no. He let out a teeny weeny sigh, then stood up and recovered a crayon to write with.

[WE TRIED BUT WE ARE JUST NOT AS POWERFUL AS OUR FATHER YET. :( ]

talks2stoplight September 22 2010, 01:57:12 UTC

"You tried, though. That's better than nothing." And for what it was worth, Ratchet appreciated the Prince's efforts, even as fruitless as they were. It was the thought that counted, right?

He sat down and made himself comfortable. "And maybe you can't put planets back together just yet, but you're pretty good at drawing. Who's this?" He pointed to the picture closest to the Prince, the one with the dancing figures.

rollwthechanges September 22 2010, 02:40:33 UTC

The Prince did appreciate the sentiment. It was nice to feel acknowledged for having tried. With Ratchet being as big as he was, it wasn't out of the question for the Prince to fear getting shot with eye lasers for his failure.

He looked up at Ratchet and beamed a bright smile at the compliment, turning back to his blank piece of paper.

[OUR MOTHER AND FATHER] he wrote, then pointed to the picture. [OUR PARENTS ARE GREAT DANCERS.]

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