keeps_a_cool_head | Log 0018

Log 0018 - [Video]

[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.

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John's inmate was enticing.

[Oh this is enjoyable]

I'm not saying another word until you're in projectile range.

[ TO THE LAB. ]

You know where you can find me.

[really. is his warden really going to throw things at him.]

[ Only every time he starts talking about the sex lives of people she doesn't want to think about having sex.

She will be waiting in front of the lab. Armed to the teeth with beanie babies. ]

[He, too, makes his own way down in due time, pausing some twenty feet from Stephanie as he looks her over. Her and her bean bag weaponry]

I fail to see how this latest act is to help me graduate.

What act? This is Pavlovian training.

[ She will throw small stuffed animals at him until he stops making her uncomfortable. It's science! But she does open the door for him. ]

You're training me like a pet?

[oh yes he did his homework and read your stupid books on psychology, Steph. He waits patiently for the lab to be unlocked, heading inside]

Do you prefer to supervise, or will you let me work in peace?

Just don't start talking about creepy stuff and I won't hit you with Chips the Cat. [ She holds up the adorable little tortoise shell threateningly. ] I'll supervise. Quietly. Gotta keep an eye out for shivs and doomsday devices, you know.

[ It's her job. Just let her do it. She will play with her beanie babies. ]

If I were foolish enough to be constructing a weapon in here, I'd hardly let you see it.

[He eyes Chips with no discernible comprehension, before turning to kneel down at the Aurora chair, cracking open a side panel to begin his calibrations]

Please make yourself comfortable.

[ You know it's adorable, don't kid yourself. ]

See? Just being here helps.

[ She pulls up a rolling chair that appears to recline. Well, she did only say she'd be quiet.... ]

[It's not adorable. He doesn't really 'get' toys.

Well, he does. But his nowadays tend to be giant, metal horror contraptions that he likes to put human astronauts inside]

You didn't appear very much changed for the flood.

My anatomy begs to differ.

[ Lucky her, the only thing that changed was her body. It was one hell of a ride, let her tell you. ]

You were a whole different animal.

[ That came out a little more speciesist than she intended. ]

Yes. But your mind remained intact.

[He's not just a bit jealous. When Scorpius had absolutely nothing, he could always depend on his mind. The last flood proved that that was no longer the case.]

My paternal genes were able to better surface. What you saw was a halfbreed attempting to pass herself off as a full-blooded Scarran.

One of the oddities of genetics.

I didn't even know this sort of flood could do that.

[ She figured it would always be a straight male-female switch, but hey, genetics. Then again she sort of wonders if anyone ever turns intersex, or anything like that. ]

I get it. You overcompensate for high expectations you couldn't possibly live up to.

[ Hello, overly-physical younger Steph. ]

I adapted to survive. It only so happens that she found an easier time fitting in than escaping.

I still can hear her. Laying her lies one after the other in my mind.

[And this irks him to no end. His mind is precious to him: interlopers are not appreciated]

You get used to it. [ Is all Steph can really say in regards to that. She's been several different people now, and while it was rattling at first now she's gotten comfortable with the jumble of memories in her head. ]

Sometimes you can even learn something, being someone else for a few days.

[Stephanie can get used to it all she likes. Scorpius plans to change it the moment he has a chance]

Most floods are a learning experience. That one was not. And it would be better if it were forgotten entirely.

[ Oh, Scorpy. What will we do with you? ]

Funny, I thought you'd like the challenge of trying to find meaning in the Admiral's shenanigans.

The meaning was obvious. Which was part of the reason why I found it so insulting.

Well, let's hear it then. What did you take out of being an admittedly kinda crazy chick for the weekend?

The Admiral wished to teach me perspective. He fails to grasp the idea that I have already considered the point of view of my target enemy and found it lacking. My opinion has not changed.

Have you thought there might be more to it than your war plans? My graduation was less about my plans and more, you know, personal. There is life after genocide. For you, I mean. Obviously there isn't life for the dead people.

Let us consider what path my life may take post-genocide after I have earned it back.

[He senses this won't ever happen. The Admiral won't let him leave while he continues to foster his plan]

No, let's consider it first. If this is just a suicide mission for you then there's not really any point, is there? You're dead. Someone else can do it, and if they can't, then it doesn't really affect you anyway. Why work so hard to get your life back if you're just going to throw it away?

[He pauses in his recalibration, standing up and turning towards his warden to look at her]

It is not a suicide mission: or, at least, I would prefer it not to be. I don't enjoy the idea of pointlessly dying for any cause in the name of sacrifice.

There is no one else who can: more, there is no one else who deserves to.

This is my project: my life is wholly encompassed in this work I have chosen for myself. Once that work is complete, I can turn my attention to other things.

But not before.

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