[DON'T JUST LUMP DAHUT GIVING HIM A HUG INTO THE CONCERNING THINGS CATEGORY. He will continue to hug Viktor, looking up at him with a little furrow at his brow.]
Hello, Monsieur Viktor. Today was terrible.
[That is a very succinct way of summarizing it all, yes.]
[HELP HELP. Viktor is not a dad by any means, but he pauses, and then he brushes some of Dahut's fringe straighter with his fingers.]
It was, yes. Here.
[There are two things here with him: a little plastic container of... deep blue fish slices on skewers? The fish look raw, covered in gold sauce. They don't smell bad actually. But beside that is a plate of two more skewers, except it isn't fish, but a lokma sort of dessert.
The balls on a stick is what he picks up to offer Dahut.]
[WAHT THE FCK IS THIS DEEP BLUE FISH SLICE SHIT WITH GOLD SAUCE FIRST OF ALL HELLO.
Dahut blinks, a little surprised by both the kindness in the offer and the softness in the gesture. DAD? DAD???]
Oh! For me? It's okay...? [He's guessing that this is for Sidon, and that there are two skewers that were probably meant to be shared, so he hesitates to take it. For the question, though, with honesty:]
I'm a little tired, but I'm okay. I just wish we could get people to stop making silly mistakes that hurt others...
[IT'S JUST FISH, DAMN. DAHUT CAN HAVE SOME OF THAT, TOO. ALSO DON'T ASSIGN HIM DADDDDD. Well, thinks about how he was with Shoma. FCK.]
It's okay. You can have some. I brought them back for the market for a snack. It reminds me of the desserts I would get in the Undercity when we could afford it.
[STOP, THEY AREN'T FOR SIDON. THEY WERE FOR HIMSELF!!!!!!!!! You just out here making Vikdon real.]
A difficult task, I imagine, since people are often very silly.
[I AM MAKING VIKDON REAL WITH THE POWER OF DELUSION!!!!! I believe in them, and also in the 50 kids Viktor is adopting.]
Ah... I don't think I've tried anything like it before. Thank you for sharing!
[He'll release Viktor from his hug but move to hold his hand instead, taking the skewer with his free one. He seems to wilt a little at that, though.]
They are... I understand why they act this way, really! I do... It's so hard to think clearly when you're in the middle of feeling so many things. [And Dahut, local emotion stan, will always support people feeling all their wild feelings. All the same:] It's still difficult to see them do so much harm when they're trying to help.
[It's just... Dahut is always making food and looking after everyone else, but who is looking after and making food for Dahut? Exactly. He can share sometimes. Dahut can get the zoomies from the batter-dipped honey snack.]
I know. What is it exactly that has you in such an uproar this evening?
[Maybe Viktor isn't the dad. Maybe he's the Cool Uncle.]
[JUST A 3 METER FISH MAN, A DYING SICKLY SCIENTIST, AND HIS [REDACTED] 12-YEAR-OLD AND 65-YEAR-OLD GERIATRIC TEEN.
Not the batter-dipped honey snack zoomies, though. He does appreciate the fussing when it's turned his way, even so, and he will take a lil bite from this ball of pure sugar and carbs as he considers how he wants to phrase his answer to his cool uncle.]
...Mostly just-- more of the same from yesterday, really. It makes me sad that Mademoiselle Rosamund had to suffer like that when she could have ended her life in a much less painful way, had they been able to organize themselves at trial better.
Viktor puts an arm around Dahut's shoulders, out of the way, but affection nonetheless.]
I understand. A lot of agency has been taken from many people here. But I think everyone understands that, and they don't judge anyone for it. It'll be okay. Maybe in the one to come, they will be more vigilant in their efforts to find exactly who they should.
Then again, it doesn't... seem as if it matters? The ship... re-corrected itself somehow.
That's a dangerous way of thinking. [Said as he leans into Viktor's side, looking thoughtful as he chews.]
It's true that we ended up conflating trials and brig imprisonment with the events on Sundays, but there's nothing to say the same thing would happen if two malfunctioning people escape, or if one does but one doesn't... We can have a hypothesis that the ship will take care of all hostiles, but testing it out would require putting everyone else at risk. They'll need to proceed like nothing's changed if they want to limit lost lives, I think.
I think that's for the best. Just some personal musing, I guess. [Unlike Scien, who is so fucking business (he has to be, as a scientist doing his line of work), Viktor is very much emotional enough to go on personal thoughtful tangents.
Also, he's an engineer? The only way he makes shit is by going on wild tangents. Imagination. Innovation. There are no tests until you've built the Lego Invention, then there are tests.]
[TUCKS YOU IN AGGRESSIVELY LIKE A BURRITO UNTIL U ARE IMMOBILE.
Dahut bonks against his side, huffing out a light little laugh.]
I like to hear your personal musings. If I were to personally muse back, I think I'd say that it would be better for them if they didn't have to worry about catching anyone - if the ship just took care of it. They're so terribly disorganized...
As someone in that body of his, I think he should be alright, so long as he doesn't get possessed himself. It's better if he is on that side with them.
...I can't imagine trying to write them know-how, or fumbling through explaining to Lucien the technicalities he will have to take back with him.
[NO GOING DOWN SWINGING, NO!!! Dahut is just leaning against Viktor without any moving around like a little sugar demon.]
Mm, that's true... Though I still don't know why certain people are awake on Thursdays when they're not malfunctioning. It sounds like Shouxue just came across Monsieur Sidon, and Monsieur Scien didn't have any violent inclinations toward me until everyone else had passed out...
[SHOMA'S GONNA GET SUPERMURDERED. Anyway, simply and rudely:]
I'd rather die again than try to walk someone who's technologically inept through complex technology.
[They remain upright together........for now. He still has an arm around Dahut, though, hecking affectionate week. Both of his brows rise up.
HE TRIES....... NOT TO.......... No, it's too late. He laughs, and when he does, he tries to cover it up with a hand. AHEMING.]
Let's hope it won't come to that then, or you might be one of the first we put up there in the forefront for them to communicate with. Being as brilliant as you are.
[HECKING AFFECTION WEEK. Dahut will miss it so bad when next week becomes pain week... He also WHINES like a little brat.]
I'd do my very best, of course, and I'd still be a much, much, much better choice than Monsieur Scien- [HELP] -but still! Though I think I'll be fine since Monsieur Lucien favors you.
[DAHUT IS GOING TO PERISH SO BADLY IN THIS WEEK, THE WEEK OF FOOLS OF THE FIRST.]
Well... regardless of that, he really should stop trying to call me. It doesn't matter if there's a week between. It has to be dangerous. I just can't get him to listen to me.
[Shaking his head.]
Maybe we will run into the cure for both the possession and Lucien's stupidity.
[A LITTLE PAIN WON'T STOP HIM. He'll hold hands very carefully...]
Oh, but it's very charming...! The fact that he wants to see you so, sooo badly that he'd take these risks just for a few minutes more by your side...!
[SPARKLING. And then eating another bite of his sugarballs.]
I think one of those things is probably more curable than the other.
[NOOOOOO this is so funny. So funny that he just laughs, clear and bell-like, and then holds the stick with his teeth so he can reach up with both hands and sandwich Viktor's face.]
He's as stubborn as can be and you're just as terrible! What a match. He'll keep denying and you'll keep pushing, and maybe together, you'll just end up locked in benign stagnation.
[No Lucien's just going to be departicled, too, through his own stubbornness.]
[DON'T LAUGH. AAAAA. His face squishes up between Dahut's hands. He has so little fat, his face is SO ANGULAR, but it squishes somehow between the hands. He sort of makes a resigned expression.]
[HE LAUGHS!! He won't laugh over this, though... This angular face is so hilarious to squish. Squishsquish. He'll eventually release his hold, though, and his smile softens a little.]
No, someone like you certainly wouldn't want to. That's why you end up in situations like this, where dangerous things could happen. Risk and progress go hand-in-hand, after all.
[THE SQUISH WASN'T THAT BAD AT ALL!!!! a licked puppy huh]
Mm, I know what you mean. I think... probably no one can stay in our fields without asking themselves questions like that every now and then. If we didn't ask those questions, would we really still be human?
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Hello, Monsieur Viktor. Today was terrible.
[That is a very succinct way of summarizing it all, yes.]
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It was, yes. Here.
[There are two things here with him: a little plastic container of... deep blue fish slices on skewers? The fish look raw, covered in gold sauce. They don't smell bad actually. But beside that is a plate of two more skewers, except it isn't fish, but a lokma sort of dessert.
The balls on a stick is what he picks up to offer Dahut.]
Are you alright?
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Dahut blinks, a little surprised by both the kindness in the offer and the softness in the gesture. DAD? DAD???]
Oh! For me? It's okay...? [He's guessing that this is for Sidon, and that there are two skewers that were probably meant to be shared, so he hesitates to take it. For the question, though, with honesty:]
I'm a little tired, but I'm okay. I just wish we could get people to stop making silly mistakes that hurt others...
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It's okay. You can have some. I brought them back for the market for a snack. It reminds me of the desserts I would get in the Undercity when we could afford it.
[STOP, THEY AREN'T FOR SIDON. THEY WERE FOR HIMSELF!!!!!!!!! You just out here making Vikdon real.]
A difficult task, I imagine, since people are often very silly.
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Ah... I don't think I've tried anything like it before. Thank you for sharing!
[He'll release Viktor from his hug but move to hold his hand instead, taking the skewer with his free one. He seems to wilt a little at that, though.]
They are... I understand why they act this way, really! I do... It's so hard to think clearly when you're in the middle of feeling so many things. [And Dahut, local emotion stan, will always support people feeling all their wild feelings. All the same:] It's still difficult to see them do so much harm when they're trying to help.
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You're welcome.
[It's just... Dahut is always making food and looking after everyone else, but who is looking after and making food for Dahut? Exactly. He can share sometimes. Dahut can get the zoomies from the batter-dipped honey snack.]
I know. What is it exactly that has you in such an uproar this evening?
[Maybe Viktor isn't the dad. Maybe he's the Cool Uncle.]
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Not the batter-dipped honey snack zoomies, though. He does appreciate the fussing when it's turned his way, even so, and he will take a lil bite from this ball of pure sugar and carbs as he considers how he wants to phrase his answer to his cool uncle.]
...Mostly just-- more of the same from yesterday, really. It makes me sad that Mademoiselle Rosamund had to suffer like that when she could have ended her life in a much less painful way, had they been able to organize themselves at trial better.
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Viktor puts an arm around Dahut's shoulders, out of the way, but affection nonetheless.]
I understand. A lot of agency has been taken from many people here. But I think everyone understands that, and they don't judge anyone for it. It'll be okay. Maybe in the one to come, they will be more vigilant in their efforts to find exactly who they should.
Then again, it doesn't... seem as if it matters? The ship... re-corrected itself somehow.
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That's a dangerous way of thinking. [Said as he leans into Viktor's side, looking thoughtful as he chews.]
It's true that we ended up conflating trials and brig imprisonment with the events on Sundays, but there's nothing to say the same thing would happen if two malfunctioning people escape, or if one does but one doesn't... We can have a hypothesis that the ship will take care of all hostiles, but testing it out would require putting everyone else at risk. They'll need to proceed like nothing's changed if they want to limit lost lives, I think.
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I think that's for the best. Just some personal musing, I guess. [Unlike Scien, who is so fucking business (he has to be, as a scientist doing his line of work), Viktor is very much emotional enough to go on personal thoughtful tangents.
Also, he's an engineer? The only way he makes shit is by going on wild tangents. Imagination. Innovation. There are no tests until you've built the Lego Invention, then there are tests.]
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Dahut bonks against his side, huffing out a light little laugh.]
I like to hear your personal musings. If I were to personally muse back, I think I'd say that it would be better for them if they didn't have to worry about catching anyone - if the ship just took care of it. They're so terribly disorganized...
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That would be nice. At least... even if we are here and desperately need to find out how to merge back, it isn't... as final as we initially thought.
Very small silver linings.
I just hope they don't lose Shoma... as someone who knows their way around technology.
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Even the smallest of silver linings is a wonderful thing!
[But of course he, king optimism, would think that... He does look a little more concerned at the mention of Shoma, though.]
Mm, I think he's... probably one of the last, if not the last person left on that side with a deep understanding of technology.
[Like sure there are probably some other tech-savvy people out there BUT ARE ANY OF THEM GENIUSES? As a fellow genius, he has a bias.]
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As someone in that body of his, I think he should be alright, so long as he doesn't get possessed himself. It's better if he is on that side with them.
...I can't imagine trying to write them know-how, or fumbling through explaining to Lucien the technicalities he will have to take back with him.
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Mm, that's true... Though I still don't know why certain people are awake on Thursdays when they're not malfunctioning. It sounds like Shouxue just came across Monsieur Sidon, and Monsieur Scien didn't have any violent inclinations toward me until everyone else had passed out...
[SHOMA'S GONNA GET SUPERMURDERED. Anyway, simply and rudely:]
I'd rather die again than try to walk someone who's technologically inept through complex technology.
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HE TRIES....... NOT TO.......... No, it's too late. He laughs, and when he does, he tries to cover it up with a hand. AHEMING.]
Let's hope it won't come to that then, or you might be one of the first we put up there in the forefront for them to communicate with. Being as brilliant as you are.
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I'd do my very best, of course, and I'd still be a much, much, much better choice than Monsieur Scien- [HELP] -but still! Though I think I'll be fine since Monsieur Lucien favors you.
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Well... regardless of that, he really should stop trying to call me. It doesn't matter if there's a week between. It has to be dangerous. I just can't get him to listen to me.
[Shaking his head.]
Maybe we will run into the cure for both the possession and Lucien's stupidity.
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Oh, but it's very charming...! The fact that he wants to see you so, sooo badly that he'd take these risks just for a few minutes more by your side...!
[SPARKLING. And then eating another bite of his sugarballs.]
I think one of those things is probably more curable than the other.
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There isn't going to be anything left to see me if he keeps this up! It's foolish. I've told him a thousand times just that.
[NO ONE LISTENS TO THE TWINK WHO THANOS SNAPPED HIS ASSISTANT!!!!!!]
Oh yes, undoubtedly. Clearly!
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He's as stubborn as can be and you're just as terrible! What a match. He'll keep denying and you'll keep pushing, and maybe together, you'll just end up locked in benign stagnation.
[No Lucien's just going to be departicled, too, through his own stubbornness.]
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...Idon'twanttoendupinbenignastagnation.
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No, someone like you certainly wouldn't want to. That's why you end up in situations like this, where dangerous things could happen. Risk and progress go hand-in-hand, after all.
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The words make him frown; a serious sort of one, not a licked puppy sort of one.]
Sometimes, I don't know if progress is worth all the risk... ask someone who has risked a lot for progress.
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Mm, I know what you mean. I think... probably no one can stay in our fields without asking themselves questions like that every now and then. If we didn't ask those questions, would we really still be human?