New [A]ccommodations (floor 3, room 3) [Despite being accustomed to close quarters, 9S hasn't ever been assigned roommates. He had his own small room on the Bunker, and whenever he was in the field he was either alone or with 2B. There wasn't any random grouping involved, nor can he say he's familiar with the custom. Jake at least is a familiar name, but who or what is a Bucky Barnes?
9S stands in front of the holographic plaque for longer than one might expect, pondering this great mystery of the universe before he actually steps into the room. What might be most curious is that unlike others, 9S hadn't any assets to seize. He simply picks a bed and sits on it with legs folded, tapping the air to bring up an array of holographic screens so he can get to work.
What's on the agenda today? Organizing data on this new arrival experience, of course. For anyone curious, he's got some strong opinions about being treated like some prospective troublemaker upon arrival, what with so many, many warnings issued. Does he look magical at all, to anyone?]
If it Ain't [B]roke... [There are a great many anachronisms that 9S does and does not know. Doubtless the latter includes not fixing something that isn't in disrepair, but it seems to 9S that when he happens upon a vending machine that it could be vastly improved. It'd only take a few minutes, really.
That's what he tells himself.
And then of course any passers by will catch him somewhere along the process of either inspecting or taking the machine apart. He's fairly methodical about inspection, first checking one side, then the other, peering at contents in brightly colored wrappers the likes of which he has no firsthand familiarity with, and even knocking on the front panel.
In the end of course, he's sitting there with several parts successfully dislodged from the machine, tinkering away like he's not going to eventually catch trouble. He improved flight units without Command's approval, this is nothing new]
No Fet[C]h Quests [More than once, 9S finds himself in front of the job board. The spread of prospective assignments almost seems to dwarf his slight figure as he peers up at it, arms folded as he hums in thought. He's accustomed enough to taking on such tasks from his time with 2B that there's nothing new or novel about working for some extra currency, though the tasks here...]
Groom a cat? What's a cat look like?
[9S never did hear Elle say that Rollo was a cat, and so now he remains unsure of the scope of this job. It sounds simple, probably, but when he's pretty sure he's never seen whatever the direct object is, how can he know for sure?]
So You Think You Can [D]ance [When 9S entered the arcade, he was content to observe. He's played all of one video game, something that a machine was developing and asked him to debug, along with fetching supplies. This is an entirely different experience, and quite unlike the Amusement Park. Nothing is in disrepair, and bright lights and music flood his sensory inputs...it's nearly overwhelming.
Rather than play any of the games, he had set out to observe. He's never seen recreation of this kind on this scope, but he understands that mankind had such pass-times too. It's an opportunity for him to gather quite a lot of data. And as a Scanner, that's naturally what he intended to do.
That is, of course, until some alien challenged him to some sort of game that involved stepping around to a beat, following some indicators on a brightly lit screen. Said stranger doubtless has regrets by the time 9S is very easily doing just that, seemingly without fatigue or error. And, eventually, he gathers a bit of a crowd.
He's still not quite sure what the point of the game is, but the alien just keeps trying to beat him]
...That's nine times now though...
[How does one politely decline just one more rematch?]
[W]ildcard [Want to do anything else with 9S? Throw it right on in here]
no subject
[Despite being accustomed to close quarters, 9S hasn't ever been assigned roommates. He had his own small room on the Bunker, and whenever he was in the field he was either alone or with 2B. There wasn't any random grouping involved, nor can he say he's familiar with the custom. Jake at least is a familiar name, but who or what is a Bucky Barnes?
9S stands in front of the holographic plaque for longer than one might expect, pondering this great mystery of the universe before he actually steps into the room. What might be most curious is that unlike others, 9S hadn't any assets to seize. He simply picks a bed and sits on it with legs folded, tapping the air to bring up an array of holographic screens so he can get to work.
What's on the agenda today? Organizing data on this new arrival experience, of course. For anyone curious, he's got some strong opinions about being treated like some prospective troublemaker upon arrival, what with so many, many warnings issued. Does he look magical at all, to anyone?]
If it Ain't [B]roke...
[There are a great many anachronisms that 9S does and does not know. Doubtless the latter includes not fixing something that isn't in disrepair, but it seems to 9S that when he happens upon a vending machine that it could be vastly improved. It'd only take a few minutes, really.
That's what he tells himself.
And then of course any passers by will catch him somewhere along the process of either inspecting or taking the machine apart. He's fairly methodical about inspection, first checking one side, then the other, peering at contents in brightly colored wrappers the likes of which he has no firsthand familiarity with, and even knocking on the front panel.
In the end of course, he's sitting there with several parts successfully dislodged from the machine, tinkering away like he's not going to eventually catch trouble. He improved flight units without Command's approval, this is nothing new]
No Fet[C]h Quests
[More than once, 9S finds himself in front of the job board. The spread of prospective assignments almost seems to dwarf his slight figure as he peers up at it, arms folded as he hums in thought. He's accustomed enough to taking on such tasks from his time with 2B that there's nothing new or novel about working for some extra currency, though the tasks here...]
Groom a cat? What's a cat look like?
[9S never did hear Elle say that Rollo was a cat, and so now he remains unsure of the scope of this job. It sounds simple, probably, but when he's pretty sure he's never seen whatever the direct object is, how can he know for sure?]
So You Think You Can [D]ance
[When 9S entered the arcade, he was content to observe. He's played all of one video game, something that a machine was developing and asked him to debug, along with fetching supplies. This is an entirely different experience, and quite unlike the Amusement Park. Nothing is in disrepair, and bright lights and music flood his sensory inputs...it's nearly overwhelming.
Rather than play any of the games, he had set out to observe. He's never seen recreation of this kind on this scope, but he understands that mankind had such pass-times too. It's an opportunity for him to gather quite a lot of data. And as a Scanner, that's naturally what he intended to do.
That is, of course, until some alien challenged him to some sort of game that involved stepping around to a beat, following some indicators on a brightly lit screen. Said stranger doubtless has regrets by the time 9S is very easily doing just that, seemingly without fatigue or error. And, eventually, he gathers a bit of a crowd.
He's still not quite sure what the point of the game is, but the alien just keeps trying to beat him]
...That's nine times now though...
[How does one politely decline just one more rematch?]
[W]ildcard
[Want to do anything else with 9S? Throw it right on in here]