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0029 - Voice
Feb. 19th, 2015 07:23 am[A slow, satisfied exhale. And a beat, before Scorpius speaks up]
It is with sincere gratification I am able to report back on my journey here. When I arrived, I was under the impression that I needed to eliminate the entirety of a sentient species in order to feel whole and purposeful. To that end, I would stop at nothing, and would often act to destroy anyone and anything in my way.
Due to my warden's unflinching efforts, I've come to realize that I only need to kill most of them. And while I don't plan on making too many compromises in the near future, I now understand the value of them.
A better hunter is not one who kills everything, but one who kills precisely what he means to, and no more.
Thank you for your time.
[Private to Stephanie]
My fondest appreciation for you and your M&M waffles, Stephanie. Do take care.
[Private to Dean]
I'll remember what we spoke about. Best of luck getting out, Dean. I'm certain you'll make it. [lol no]
[Private to Stiles]
Keep an eye on your inmate, would you? His career path has become very interesting to me.
[Private to Horatio]
A word, before I go.
It is with sincere gratification I am able to report back on my journey here. When I arrived, I was under the impression that I needed to eliminate the entirety of a sentient species in order to feel whole and purposeful. To that end, I would stop at nothing, and would often act to destroy anyone and anything in my way.
Due to my warden's unflinching efforts, I've come to realize that I only need to kill most of them. And while I don't plan on making too many compromises in the near future, I now understand the value of them.
A better hunter is not one who kills everything, but one who kills precisely what he means to, and no more.
Thank you for your time.
[Private to Stephanie]
My fondest appreciation for you and your M&M waffles, Stephanie. Do take care.
[Private to Dean]
I'll remember what we spoke about. Best of luck getting out, Dean. I'm certain you'll make it. [lol no]
[Private to Stiles]
Keep an eye on your inmate, would you? His career path has become very interesting to me.
[Private to Horatio]
A word, before I go.
0028 - Voice
Feb. 6th, 2015 10:57 amI seem to recall this being a regular occurrence in my time spent on the Barge.
And there's only one person I have interest in speaking with at the moment.
And there's only one person I have interest in speaking with at the moment.
0027 - [Video]
Jan. 14th, 2015 07:11 am[Finally - after having his room stripped of supplies twice, after the Mirror Barge nonsense and allies lost and warden annoyances - Scorpius is holding in his hands the sum of the hours he's spent cooped up in his cabin.
He stands up from his work desk, holding what looks to be a ridiculously sharp and extravagant blade to be fitted over an arm. It has other uses - to pick up delicate things, to turn doorknobs and so on - but the chief inspiration seems to come from excessive weaponry.
Scorpius fits it over his own arm, and with a heave, turns his arm to cut into the wall next to him. The blade embeds itself into the wall some three inches deep before stopping. Satisfied, he pulls it free and sets it back on the table]
I believe your replacement is ready, Horatio.
He stands up from his work desk, holding what looks to be a ridiculously sharp and extravagant blade to be fitted over an arm. It has other uses - to pick up delicate things, to turn doorknobs and so on - but the chief inspiration seems to come from excessive weaponry.
Scorpius fits it over his own arm, and with a heave, turns his arm to cut into the wall next to him. The blade embeds itself into the wall some three inches deep before stopping. Satisfied, he pulls it free and sets it back on the table]
I believe your replacement is ready, Horatio.
0026 - Open Spam
Dec. 6th, 2014 09:58 am[When he wakes up, things are different.
That, in itself, was extremely worrying.
Instead of his shelf, in his cell, with the heat blasting and the lights shining down, he's lying in the dark on a comfortable bed, with the temperature at a much cooler and pleasant level. Claws clutch the blankets as he listens in vain for his keeper, listens for any sign or clue that could tell him where he is or what he's doing here.
Is he being punished or rewarded? He can't determine.
After realizing that no one is coming for him, he slowly inches his way out of the bed, bare feet hitting the floor. He's still wearing his threadbare clothing, so at least that's not changed: he must have been moved while still asleep. But even standing up, nothing in the room looks familiar, and he slowly turns in a circle, taking it all in. To other people the room might be minimalist in design, but to the ten year old, it's unfathomable luxury. He's no idea what kind of important person lives here, but he certainly doesn't belong.
Making up his mind, he goes to the door and tries the handle. To his surprise, it opens.
Peering out into the hallway, he stares, terrified and yet entranced at the completely unfamiliar, alien setting in front of him. Clearly he's no longer on the dreadnaught. Had he accidentally found freedom, or is this all a trick? Another test?
He'd need to find out.
Later, he'll try breaking into places clearly marked off-limits to him in the hopes of furthering the distance between himself and what's behind him.
But for now, he'll chance to explore.]
That, in itself, was extremely worrying.
Instead of his shelf, in his cell, with the heat blasting and the lights shining down, he's lying in the dark on a comfortable bed, with the temperature at a much cooler and pleasant level. Claws clutch the blankets as he listens in vain for his keeper, listens for any sign or clue that could tell him where he is or what he's doing here.
Is he being punished or rewarded? He can't determine.
After realizing that no one is coming for him, he slowly inches his way out of the bed, bare feet hitting the floor. He's still wearing his threadbare clothing, so at least that's not changed: he must have been moved while still asleep. But even standing up, nothing in the room looks familiar, and he slowly turns in a circle, taking it all in. To other people the room might be minimalist in design, but to the ten year old, it's unfathomable luxury. He's no idea what kind of important person lives here, but he certainly doesn't belong.
Making up his mind, he goes to the door and tries the handle. To his surprise, it opens.
Peering out into the hallway, he stares, terrified and yet entranced at the completely unfamiliar, alien setting in front of him. Clearly he's no longer on the dreadnaught. Had he accidentally found freedom, or is this all a trick? Another test?
He'd need to find out.
Later, he'll try breaking into places clearly marked off-limits to him in the hopes of furthering the distance between himself and what's behind him.
But for now, he'll chance to explore.]
0025 - [Voice]
Nov. 12th, 2014 07:22 am[Locked to Horatio and Stephanie]
I'll be out procuring supplies for most of this port, given that I came back to a nearly stripped room. Stephanie, I trust this time around I will be permitted to keep the tools I bring back.
[Locked to Cambridge, Cox]
I understand that the two of you have become the infirmary wardens. My previous relationship was with Doctor Banner, so I will tell you now that there is a box stored in the infirmary that houses an emergency supply of coolant rods. Do not move them - these are pertinent to my continued survival.
I am Scorpius.
[Spam]
[In Amsterdam, Scorpius is woefully uninterested except where it concerns his own purposes. He ignores whatever it is the Admiral has the wardens doing, and instead goes about his business to gather supplies for Horatio.
He's mostly in electronics shops, enjoying, for once, the freedom that comes with not being stared at, but towards midway through the port he'll also be found at the torture museum, observing what goes on inside the minds of humans.]
I'll be out procuring supplies for most of this port, given that I came back to a nearly stripped room. Stephanie, I trust this time around I will be permitted to keep the tools I bring back.
[Locked to Cambridge, Cox]
I understand that the two of you have become the infirmary wardens. My previous relationship was with Doctor Banner, so I will tell you now that there is a box stored in the infirmary that houses an emergency supply of coolant rods. Do not move them - these are pertinent to my continued survival.
I am Scorpius.
[Spam]
[In Amsterdam, Scorpius is woefully uninterested except where it concerns his own purposes. He ignores whatever it is the Admiral has the wardens doing, and instead goes about his business to gather supplies for Horatio.
He's mostly in electronics shops, enjoying, for once, the freedom that comes with not being stared at, but towards midway through the port he'll also be found at the torture museum, observing what goes on inside the minds of humans.]
0024 - [Voice]
Oct. 19th, 2014 09:05 am[This isn't right.
Mirror!Scorpius is used to being in charge, used to orders being followed out, used to having some control given to him by the Admiral. He's still growing used to his status as an inmate, but feels confident enough that his brains will see him through this in time.
What he doesn't expect is for a little blonde-haired superhero to sneak into his room to steal all his coolant rods.
He rasps harshly over the communicator once he discovers he's been robbed. Already he's beginning to spit up mucus involuntarily as heat delirium begins to set in. There's no point in running to the infirmary - he has no interest in dealing with doctors there who will want something in return, things he doesn't have to give.
He's livid. And he's ready to kill.]
I demand-
[Pause, hack. Snarl.]
...I ask that the thief who stole what I need to survive relinquish my coolant rods immediately.
Or else, in the time I have left, I will begin subsequently eliminating other passengers aboard.
[He doesn't want his own death toll to be lonely]
Mirror!Scorpius is used to being in charge, used to orders being followed out, used to having some control given to him by the Admiral. He's still growing used to his status as an inmate, but feels confident enough that his brains will see him through this in time.
What he doesn't expect is for a little blonde-haired superhero to sneak into his room to steal all his coolant rods.
He rasps harshly over the communicator once he discovers he's been robbed. Already he's beginning to spit up mucus involuntarily as heat delirium begins to set in. There's no point in running to the infirmary - he has no interest in dealing with doctors there who will want something in return, things he doesn't have to give.
He's livid. And he's ready to kill.]
I demand-
[Pause, hack. Snarl.]
...I ask that the thief who stole what I need to survive relinquish my coolant rods immediately.
Or else, in the time I have left, I will begin subsequently eliminating other passengers aboard.
[He doesn't want his own death toll to be lonely]
0022 - [Video]
Sep. 7th, 2014 07:13 pm[On level one, part of the hallway seems to be obstructed. Fast-moving briar thorns are covering certain doorways, causing an impenetrable forcefield around some of the earlier doors. One in particular seems to be locked down: that of the Risen Emperor.
In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.
He is.
There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]
And now his power is mine.
Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.
In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.
He is.
There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]
And now his power is mine.
Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.
0021 - [Video]
Aug. 20th, 2014 07:17 amNow this is...promising.
I don't expect we're able to direct calls to those of our choosing?
I don't expect we're able to direct calls to those of our choosing?
Log 0020 - [Voice]
Aug. 10th, 2014 10:57 amIt is with confidence I report that the native species here are generally of a friendlier nature. Their food is tolerable and they are easily persuaded to provide it to strangers.
They seem armed with rudimentary weapons. Theoretically any one of us could launch a successful attack and come away with minimal casualties.
If the need should arise, of course.
They seem armed with rudimentary weapons. Theoretically any one of us could launch a successful attack and come away with minimal casualties.
If the need should arise, of course.
Log 0019 - [Voice]
Jul. 27th, 2014 09:38 pmThe human boy - Stiles - has been delivered to the infirmary. Grievously wounded but alive.
[Which is more than he can say for half this frelling ship. B[ ]
Is there a plan to end this or are we simply to wait until the status quo revisits us?
[Private to Stephanie]
Report in.
[Oh, you thought you were the one in the relationship giving the orders? Nope.]
[Which is more than he can say for half this frelling ship. B[ ]
Is there a plan to end this or are we simply to wait until the status quo revisits us?
[Private to Stephanie]
Report in.
[Oh, you thought you were the one in the relationship giving the orders? Nope.]
Log 0018 - [Video]
Jul. 14th, 2014 12:49 pm[Someone is in an angry sort of mood, given post-flood shenanigans. Scorpius is keeping himself relatively calm by usual standards, but he's tense and bristling when he makes his post]
I should like the permission of a warden to work in the lab today.
[All day. Because hell if he's going to deal with emotions.]
[Private to Horatio]
I believe I owe you an apology. The responsibility of my flooded self lies with me.
[Private to Stephanie]
Thank you for keeping the situation under manageable control.
I should like the permission of a warden to work in the lab today.
[All day. Because hell if he's going to deal with emotions.]
[Private to Horatio]
I believe I owe you an apology. The responsibility of my flooded self lies with me.
[Private to Stephanie]
Thank you for keeping the situation under manageable control.
Log 0017 - [Video]
Jun. 19th, 2014 07:22 am[Locked from Dean Winchester]
I believe it's time we as a crew addressed the matter of Dean Winchester.
His presence on the Barge is a mystery - he may be anything from a clone to an amnesiac to an alternate universe's version of himself, to a visitor from the past.
There is a way to determine which of these choices we can eliminate, so as to best understand how to help him.
Give him to me. My Aurora Chair will sort his memories and determine fact from fiction. He is either lying or truly has no concept over what is happening to him, and how best does his future warden expect to graduate him - how will his friends here know how to help him - without knowing the root cause?
I believe it's time we as a crew addressed the matter of Dean Winchester.
His presence on the Barge is a mystery - he may be anything from a clone to an amnesiac to an alternate universe's version of himself, to a visitor from the past.
There is a way to determine which of these choices we can eliminate, so as to best understand how to help him.
Give him to me. My Aurora Chair will sort his memories and determine fact from fiction. He is either lying or truly has no concept over what is happening to him, and how best does his future warden expect to graduate him - how will his friends here know how to help him - without knowing the root cause?
[Scorpius is clearly not having the best day. One day after getting out of the flood, he's bombarded with the happy news of yet another meaningless Earth holiday, this one determined to irk him to the very core of his being. Resolving to ignore it, he turns his attention to the network only to find news that he's been paired to the one person he really was hoping not to be paired with. Stephanie Brown carries grudges to the grave, and Scorpius is less than thrilled at the idea of being her personal boogeyman. He immediately flies into damage-control mode as soon as he learns what's happened]
[Private to Stephanie]
If the Admiral's announcement has escaped your notice, Stephanie, then it is my regret to inform you that you and I have been paired.
Before I gather your thoughts on our situation, I should like to establish ground rules; your approval permitting, of course.
Contact me when you feel ready for negotiation.
[Private to Stephanie]
If the Admiral's announcement has escaped your notice, Stephanie, then it is my regret to inform you that you and I have been paired.
Before I gather your thoughts on our situation, I should like to establish ground rules; your approval permitting, of course.
Contact me when you feel ready for negotiation.
Log 0015 - [Voice]
Jun. 2nd, 2014 09:14 amIt is with considerable disappointment that I report the departure of Hiziki Gard.
A word to the Admiral: make certain the next warden you assign me is sustainable. Inconsistencies and lapses are a sign of disorganization within your operations.
[Private to Catra]
I trust you've recovered from your ordeal.
[Private to the Boy, Mira]
The Chair is ready for its initial testing.
[Spam for Crichton]
[Now unpaired, Scorpius feels at liberty to test a few less-than-savory parts of his growing arsenal in the battle for John's mind. He waits patiently in the hallway towards Crichton's room, working diligently on Francis' crossword puzzle. Most of the human references escape him, but he's been doing research. Slowly but surely he'll understand this perplexing species that overwhelms the Barge in sheer number]
A word to the Admiral: make certain the next warden you assign me is sustainable. Inconsistencies and lapses are a sign of disorganization within your operations.
[Private to Catra]
I trust you've recovered from your ordeal.
[Private to the Boy, Mira]
The Chair is ready for its initial testing.
[Spam for Crichton]
[Now unpaired, Scorpius feels at liberty to test a few less-than-savory parts of his growing arsenal in the battle for John's mind. He waits patiently in the hallway towards Crichton's room, working diligently on Francis' crossword puzzle. Most of the human references escape him, but he's been doing research. Slowly but surely he'll understand this perplexing species that overwhelms the Barge in sheer number]
It would appear that Aeryn Sun has left the Barge. Escaped may be the proper terminology.
I admit my disappointment at losing her invaluable assistance, and will move on.
But we are all replaceable, save only to ourselves. I will be needing a new breed of assistant. Something human.
[Private to Crichton]
My condolences, John.
I admit my disappointment at losing her invaluable assistance, and will move on.
But we are all replaceable, save only to ourselves. I will be needing a new breed of assistant. Something human.
[Private to Crichton]
My condolences, John.
[Video]
[a wretched-sounding hacking is heard from down in one of the lower levels of the Barge. In the remnants of a broken lab works Scorpius, who is literally smoking from the head as his brain works to cook him alive. He's finding it difficult to stand now, and keeps coughing up some horrific yellow bile, spitting it near across the room at times. Burnt meat is the smell that permeates the dark workspace, as he bends over something and works with rigorous focus]
If I might have...
...a volunteer.
[Scorpius is affected, an inmate close to graduating, who has decided that the only way off this ship is by graduating. Volunteers may be subjected to imperfect mind-probing and brain liquification since he's working with substandard tools]
[a wretched-sounding hacking is heard from down in one of the lower levels of the Barge. In the remnants of a broken lab works Scorpius, who is literally smoking from the head as his brain works to cook him alive. He's finding it difficult to stand now, and keeps coughing up some horrific yellow bile, spitting it near across the room at times. Burnt meat is the smell that permeates the dark workspace, as he bends over something and works with rigorous focus]
If I might have...
...a volunteer.
[Scorpius is affected, an inmate close to graduating, who has decided that the only way off this ship is by graduating. Volunteers may be subjected to imperfect mind-probing and brain liquification since he's working with substandard tools]
[Infirmary Spam, pre-flood]
[Some time after Gard's unconscious, coma'd body is discovered and moved, Scorpius plants himself on the edge of the man's bed, casually running through his datapad to pass the time. There's no obvious reason to outsiders why he feels the need to watch over his warden in typical creeper fashion, but he does, and presumably will make difficult the lives of anyone attempting to get near to either without a solid reason]
[Public, post-flood]
In some ways, I feel as though a comatose warden is simply not holding up their end of the bargain. The game feels less interesting when one of the players is absent.
I wonder if Hiziki Gard thought to leave anyone in charge of my supervision in the event of his...disposal.
[Private to Horatio]
I believe I have something of yours, Horatio. If you wish to collect it, come to my cabin.
[Private to Crichton]
John. Yet another flood is happening. Be on your guard - I have yet to discover the logic of this one.
[Some time after Gard's unconscious, coma'd body is discovered and moved, Scorpius plants himself on the edge of the man's bed, casually running through his datapad to pass the time. There's no obvious reason to outsiders why he feels the need to watch over his warden in typical creeper fashion, but he does, and presumably will make difficult the lives of anyone attempting to get near to either without a solid reason]
[Public, post-flood]
In some ways, I feel as though a comatose warden is simply not holding up their end of the bargain. The game feels less interesting when one of the players is absent.
I wonder if Hiziki Gard thought to leave anyone in charge of my supervision in the event of his...disposal.
[Private to Horatio]
I believe I have something of yours, Horatio. If you wish to collect it, come to my cabin.
[Private to Crichton]
John. Yet another flood is happening. Be on your guard - I have yet to discover the logic of this one.
