voice

[deem]

Hey guys, can you hear me?

[YoRHa unit 9S, forever uncertain as to whether he's thinking at people properly]

I just wanted to let you know that 2B and I are doing renovations on that old house on the western side of the island. At the moment there's no water or electricity so it's probably not the most hospitable for humans...

But once it's in working order, this'll give us an outpost in this area.

Also we were discussing some hands-free lights for working in the dark. Devices like that would come in handy, right? Are there any other types of equipment you could use? Seems like during our downtime, that's something to work on. Maybe we can also establish what resources we've got at our disposal, too. We're a team and all, right?

[Now that they're not dealing with invading hostiles, it seems to him it's time to put his technical skills to work]

[ooc: Feel free to thread-hop/jack, let's get geared up]

Comments

[deem]

That's a good question... We were always on missions, but the times we got to relax, she enjoyed fishing a lot.

Although...personally, I think she'd like anything someone did with her in mind. She's a kind person but she doesn't think of herself as much as she could. That type, you know?

[The best kind of distraction]

[rootandbranch]

Our cave is near a stream... I'll check for fish. And... I'm not good at thinking of things, since I don't really know what people could like. But I'll try my best.

[it would probably help if he understood androids...]

Does she like eating anything besides fish?

[deem]

Hm...well, where we come from, there aren't restaurants or anything like that. Mostly it's fish, vegetation, or the occasional boar meat...

[Although they're pretty useful to ride for faster travel]

But never mackerel. There's this chemical reaction that uh. Well. Turns our blood to sludge and we're goners at that point.

[rootandbranch]

It turns your blood to... wow, that's a really weird weakness. No mackerel, got it...

[deem]

At least it's pretty easy to avoid.

[rootandbranch]

Right, right!

. . . um, that isn't a normal human thing, is it?

[he's-- he's pretty sure humans can eat fish without worrying about blood sludge? surely, Vern would have mentioned it?]

[deem]

No, it's just an android thing. I'm pretty sure humans don't have any problems eating mackerel.

[There's just all sorts of other things that can make them sick]

[rootandbranch]

Android... okay, you lost me. But that's not very hard, especially about stuff around here.

[there's rueful amusement in his tone. Geir's getting very used to being baffled about members of the coven, or the coven's circumstances in general.]

[deem]

The shortest version is that I'm living technology, but I don't know if that'd just sound even more confusing. I was made, rather than born.

[Hopefully Geir doesn't think he's some magical clay monster like one girl did]

[rootandbranch]

Technology... do you mean like, metal nuts and bolts?

[his understanding of the term is extremely limited to what Souda explained to him about conventional machinery, but he's trying.]

[deem]

[It's a promising start, he thinks, that the basics are there]

Those're component parts, yeah. And circuitry's a pretty big deal in more sophisticated designs, like me or 2B.

[rootandbranch]

So you're made of metal? --should I keep an eye out for metal for you guys, too...?

[baffled, but willing to accept the assertion... wow. people who are made of metal? that's even crazier than any of the dwarven inventions, after all.]

[deem]

Alloys and synthetic materials mostly, but I can always use more metal. It's good for equipment or repairs if we need to improvise.

[9S considers it lucky anytime someone doesn't tell him he's impossible or call him something else entirely here]

[rootandbranch]

I'll look for you, then. I can smell metal sometimes.

[deem]

Wow, really? That sounds pretty handy.

[rootandbranch]

Uh-huh. I can sense a lot of things! More when we're not stuck here.

What's your name, so I can find you again?

[deem]

Oh, I'm YoRHa unit 9S. Just call me 9S though.

Or my friends call me Nines.

[rootandbranch]

Wait, are we friends?! I don't think-- we mostly just talked about fish!

[the shock in his tone is clear; Geir wasn't aware discussion of friendship was on the table.]

[deem]

We can be if you'd like to be. I mean, do friends have to talk about anything in particular?

[He's been friended for less, but he was equally surprised by it]

[rootandbranch]

I don't know! I've only made one! This is very weird for me!

[someone please help this dragon]

[deem]

If you're not counting 2B, I bet she'd count you...

[Maybe he's got more than he thinks already—]

[rootandbranch]

I only met her to talk to once too-- can people just do that without telling you?! This is way more confusing than I thought, I have to think about this...

[look, he existed in an absolute vacuum of socialization for thousands of years, finally got up the nerve to friend someone only a couple of weeks ago, and now he's getting a friend proposal out of the blue? this is a lot.]

Can I get back to you?

[deem]

I don't mind. Everyone takes a different amount of time...it really surprised me so many humans decided we were friends so easily.

[2B was always a tough nut to crack, but there were reasons]

Don't worry too much about it, okay?

[rootandbranch]

All right... I'll think about it a little more then. I'm glad someone gets it!

I'll get back to you soon about the metal thing. Thanks, 9S.

[deem]

Sure thing. I'm sure the others would understand too.

Thanks for keeping an eye out, and I'll let you know when those lights are ready.