Bachelor #1: Thoughts on GLaDOS? [open!]

[enter_aeneas]

Today, amidst the turmoil that was the meatship and its wayward crew, three of its members found themselves released from GLaDOS's clutches in three separate corners of their domain. Following is an objective analysis of their respective predicaments, cool and unbiased as per usual:

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The Doctor

[bonnypiperlad]

Over in the general vicinity of Contagion, there is a muffled sound, almost as if someone is hammering with their fists against something. It's accompanied by some equally muffled yelling which might not be able to be picked up on from a distance - unless, of course, someone has excellent hearing. The yelling seems to consist of a stream of Gaelic that describes in very graphic detail exactly what they can do with that needle that they've just used to take a sample with, and ends with, "And I'll do the same to ye if ye don't LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Someone, apparently, is not happy about being stuck where they are currently.

[celery_brooch]

If there were items within the Doctor's brain that required answering once he was free of the mazes and false promises of cake, they went unanswered when faced with a new, slightly more confusing situation that, nevertheless, captured his undivided attention the instant it presented itself. Because excellent hearing the Doctor did have, by several times the human norm in fact, and if a voice so distinct as his old Scottish companion existed he'd yet to-

The Doctor rolled to his feet, suddenly deciding that he should keep quiet. This whole situation felt off to him; not that Jamie wasn't usually loud, but one takes on a different tone when one wishes to be noticed, or found and rescued as the case may be, and the Doctor pondered deeply whether or not this was such a situation. Surely this was all a misunderstanding? Jamie hadn't done anything wrong-and the meatship couldn't have gone to shambles so quickly during his absence, could it

[bonnypiperlad]

He had raised his good hand to beat on the wall of his containment bubble again when a voice interrupted his thoughts. Zoe once had said that Jamie was furious at being forced to stay off his injured leg after he had been shot. That reaction was mild to compared to the anger he was feeling now. As the mental blocks preventing him from remembering Five crumbled and fell away, all he felt was fury. Fury at GLaDOS for taking the Time Lord away from him, fury at being sick, and mostly, fury at being trapped in this all-too-small space and not being able to get out.

He looked over at the Doctor with too-bright eyes, and practically lunged at the wall of the bubble, bringing both hands up to pound at the wall separating them for a moment. The one he'd cut open hurt when he did, even through the bandage, but Jamie didn't care. He just wanted OUT.

"Doctor! Get me out of here!"

[celery_brooch]

There was a smile creeping along Five's face, a relieved one that was glad to see that is companion wasn't critically injured or in imminent danger, and simply to have a familiar personality to converse with and talk to about all of those horrid experiments, the puzzles, the running-

This lasted for all of three seconds. Then Jamie lunged at the bubble and the Doctor, duly startled, staggered back.

"-Jamie! Ca-steady on!" Frantically he gave the cell a second sweep, wondering if there was some sort of weapon in the back, a source of radiation or any other immediate threat. Oddly he found none. Five craned his neck to see if anyone was approaching. "Settle down, settle down. And for goodness' sake be quiet. You'll wake all of Security at this rate."

There were questions buzzing about the Doctor's head, ones uncertain that this was as straightforward as Jamie being wrongfully imprisoned-however his task was not to ask, simply do, and thus he began looking for possible solutions, so to speak, along the cell's outer edge and nearby

Aeneas (fluffy critter meeting take 2?)

[fluffyapartheid]

A smallish red creature with an godly amount of legs was lounging on one of the couches of the obs deck when Aeneas reappeared. Or it at least looked like she was lounging at a glance. She was actually looking over a map, and while her expression gave it a casual experience, she was intently looking at the thing, trying to commit it to memory. She was considering where to go first, but the ship was so large, it was hard to decide.

She was momentarily distracted when a... thing... appeared on the floor. She shook her head, trying to recall if it had been there before, or if it had walked into the room. She nearly brushed it off as her mind playing tricks on her, when the creature bolted up and made as though it was looking for something.

"Erm," she cleared her throat to get the attention of the creature, "do you... require assistance?"

[enter_aeneas]

Aeneas abruptly craned his neck, startled out of his...well, post-startled state. It was difficult to understand how such a jumpy alien might avoid having panic attacks every few minutes; somehow Aeneas managed, as he did now, with the aid of a some deep breaths, mental assurances, and a good massaging of his auricles.

The answering creature's origin was mildly confusing, once Aeneas tried to place her. The fact that she wasn't remotely humanoid was almost comforting, having not seen her before was odd but could easily be explained by his absence in the pits of mazes, and, like he'd done upon first waking up all those months ago, she appeared to be studying a map. If she were more proficient at this task Aeneas had yet to decipher. He focused instead on answering her question.

"Uhm-no. Sorry. W-Well, actually-" the nervous trill faltered for several unnerving seconds, like a chittering rodent with a stutter, "-How long have you been here? O-On this ship, I mean. Awake."

[fluffyapartheid]

Zhiai'kahn scowled a bit, annoyed that her question was being asked with another question. She'd always hated that, and hated it even more now that she was old and felt like she didn't have the time for answers that weren't straight and to the point.

Her long tail flicked in annoyance as she answered. "I awoke from the pods earlier. I'm not sure if it's been a full day or yet, the movement of time here is odd." She estimated it had been a little over a day since she'd woken, judging by the meals of that disgusting glop she'd eaten and that she'd only slept - on one of the couches in the obs deck - once. "And you? How long have you been in this place?"

[enter_aeneas]

If it was one thing Aeneas was good at, it was reading body language. That sort of thing was how, as he understood it from dreams and uncovered memories and the like, his species communicated the vast majority of the time. It certainly explained why this one was so quiet and outspoken-not to mention disturbingly empathetic.

There was annoyance there, Aeneas could tell immediately, along with a certain patience that he should have been thankful for but wasn't, thanks to the heat of the moment and his already tumbling resolve. The alien fumbled further. "Uhm, yes. It is. I..."

He pondered.

"...Months. Maybe a year. As you said, it is difficult to tell sometimes." Another pause as Aeneas remembered to pursue his previous tangent, starting it with a hopeful trill. "-When you woke up-did you, ah, wake up with many others? Was there a big meeting here?"

Dustin, because he's the least compatible one, I gather

[behaemmert]

Dustin was watched by what looked like a young girl in a red dress, who was standing nearby, leaning on something looking like a mallet half her size.

"Man, you got one foul mouth there." She finally commented. "Do you always travel through slimy shafts, or what?"

You would be correct, unfortunately.

[quark_assassin]

A voice-young, quite young, female, apparently too snarky for her own good-snatched Dustin from his enlightened fretting in an instant. By impulse he spun around and shot a glare through narrowed green eyes, startled that he was being watched, furious at the comments he'd received (among other things aforementioned), and scrutinizing to see if this individual was more than she seemed. Many of the crew, so Dustin had learned, required this level of understanding in order to be properly tolerated. The process was characteristically frustrating, though.

"I try to avoid it whenever possible," the genius snapped with surprisingly good humor, "Do you always hang around and pester the ones that do?"

[behaemmert]

"Not really, I just thought it odd that someone was stupid enough to move through that. Don't see any tools, so I doubt you're on mechanic duty." Vita replied, kinda glad that there was some distraction from her seek-for-Hayate-quest.

Even if it was talking to some glare-happy guy who seemed to have pretty strange hobbies.

[quark_assassin]

Dustin frowned, a bit more pointedly than he had been, now that he had a tangible focus for his discontent. One of them, then-why was it that Dustin always seemed to run into the people that were just as stubborn as himself? It would be so much easier if everyone wasn't so damn full of themselves, especially since, in his eyes, they really had no reason to be

Dustin

[halfa_hero]

"Oh. Great. It's you." Danny snarked as he walked past.

[quark_assassin]

Dustin saw him coming and already had a return glare headed Danny's way, to balance the score, while he scraped the last of the slime from his hair. The kid was annoying, to be sure, but he had fought with the Squadron during the most recent battle against the Ohm. Dustin could respect someone that would have his back in the thick of combat.

Not that this made Dustin's casual interaction with the ghost child any less scathing. "You're not getting any prettier to look at yourself, princess."

[halfa_hero]

"This coming from a guy who looks like he walked face-first into a wall?"

[quark_assassin]

"I hear it's an acquired taste-almost on a nightly basis." Deliberate code for 'I am getting so much more action than you are, I hope this makes you feel substantially inadequate'. Not that Danny would be, well, as concerned about such things at his age, but it was worth a stab.