#mechs rp

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

Tim’s feeding’ the fuckin’ octokittens t’ often

If I wear any of his shit or spent time with him or in her room they fuckin’ swarm me till they realise I ain’t her

Really shitty few seconds

[captain-dville]

*Jonny takes a breath and lets it out. A few gears. A few gears, he can do that...huh, he feels kind of woozy all of a sudden.*

"Okay. Okay... I can do that. Fuck, I forgot how much this hurt... gonna have to steal you something nice after this, putting up with all that... all that bullshit..."

*As he speaks he lays back down, gesturing with their joined hands; his movements and words getting sluggish as the new painkillers start their work.*

"Be gentle, 'kay? Fucking... trust you, dovebird, so be careful."

( @scientist-cognizi )

*So they were doing this.*

*There was no way around it: Jonny was terrified as he sat on the side of the wheel-out medical bed, watching @scientist-cognizi potter around getting set up. They'd done what they could to make the medical bay look less like a lab, though Jonny had been unhelpful in explaining why exactly - he'd thrown a bedsheet over the equipment they weren't using, and refused a medical gown in favour of just stripping down to his trousers.*

*He could hear the irregular tick - czztick - tick of his mechanical heart all too loudly in the quiet room. He squeezed @everybodys-favourite-gunner 's hand reflexively, hoping it wasn't too obvious how quiet he was being, or how his shoulders were trembling. Then he did the same to @drumbbot-brian's hand on his other side.*

*He saw Raphaella reach for a screwdriver, and tensed up - then he let his gaze flick over to Nastya where she was leaning against the wall, watching over everything, and felt his breathing steady just a little.*

[originalarchivist]

Perspectives on Humanity: An analysis by Ivy Alexandria

There are many theories over what truly makes us human. Our skin? Our blood? Our brains? Our souls? Our common shapes and extremities?

Despite my years of archiving I am yet to find an answer. If skin and the basic human functionalities is what makes us human, than that would that make Brian?

If blood is what makes us human, what would that make Nastya? If our common shapes and extremities make us human, then what does that make Raph and Marius?

If our hearts make us human, then what would that make Jonny?

A more important question I've had time to ponder over is: If it's our brains that make us human, then what could that make me? (Truly I don't believe I ever had a chance to be human.)

I understand I'm dysfunctional. I was born dysfunctional and broken, and according to the anons, I will die dysfunctional and broken. (I believe the reboot was evidence enough for the crew to believe I am dysfunctional. I'd be surprised if they decided to keep me around after this. After I hurt Jonny. .)

I understand that the Doctor thought I should continue being disabled even if she could've fixed me completely. Some "Bullshit" "about accepting yourself." (Jonny D'Ville-1646281)

Truthfully, I feel as though her true intention was for her 'children' to suffer.

If I was normal. If she had saved my grey matter, instead of programming it.

If she had fixed the parts of my brain responsible for balance, speech, motor skills, I might finally have a chance to be something. To be someone. To be a human. Or as close as a mechanisms can get to being a human

(do we even have the humanity left to be human? I should know the answer. Are my processors down?)

She tore apart what she could hav- Quite frankly: ought to have saved, and replaced it with rusting hardwire.

Where half my neurons are meant to be. That used to be my only location of major fault.

Why couldn't she have just rebuilt that? Why couldn't she save me from the constant confusion? From the confusion over who I am, from the confusion on if I even quali- If I ever qualified as human.

Unfortunately I understand I was dysfunctional even before this due to how I was originally formed in my mother's womb, however why couldn't she have just rebuilt what needed to be fixed? Why must she have rebuilt the entirety of my brain?Did she not think how much agonizing pain and confusion she could have spared me from?

Carmilla. If you're reading this. Why? My centuries of work, the remains of your notes: I am yet to find an answer of satisfactory quality.

I must spend my 'eternal' prison sentence stuck, inhuman, as I always have been.

As I always will be.

You never truly saved me as you promised you would.

You refused to fix what truly was broken. And for that, I don't think I can forgive you. (I don't think any of us do.)

I will never be like my crewmates.

Forever I am to be stuck with this brain. With this faulty lump of metal I am doomed with: essentially hallucinating my emotions, hallucinating a sense of artificial love, until the day the universe will end (or I retire).

So thank you oh wonderfully kind doctor. For ruining your 'children' one 'spared' life at a time.

[researcher-4e69636b]

Nick clearly wasn’t looking good: his hair was a mess and ze was stumbling and stopping all the time due to the increased back pain. Yet, ze pointlessly wandered around the Aurora with nothing better to do. Part of him hoped he would meet someone. Maybe with a gun.

@caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate

[swarm-mother]

The Swarm Grows

Welcoming the newest member of the family. Specifically made with some… more questionable DNA.

@caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate he has your smile. 😊

Friends have helped me name him. Say hello to Jaquavius Robert Marnold Flintstone! 🩷

Incubation Time: 6 hour, 49 minutes

[master-at-arms]

Tim flicks Jonny’s head before pressing a kiss to the top

Asshole.

Tim is the first to come back, stirring in the spot Jonny laid him in. The headache is gone, which is nice. Tim observes the mix of his and Jonny’s blood decorating the room, the metallic taste still present in his mouth, before his sight lands on Jonny slumped beside him. Jonny always looked so peaceful dead, so beautiful. It was almost uncanny. Tim props herself up on her side facing Jonny, and waits

@caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate

[lyfedda]

SINCLAIR FUNERAL OPEN RP

CW: death (obviously)

Lyf looked down at the coffin and the person in it. Everything was.. they wouldn't say perfect, but it was as they wanted. They put a hand on Sinclair's, uncomfortable with the stiffness, with the cold.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair...

"They tried to convince me to cremate... but I know how much you hate the heat," Lyf said softly to the corpse. "Besides... you always wanted to be given back to the Earth. I hope it's kind to you." They gave a wobbly smile, trying to hold back the tears.

They turned only when they heard footsteps approach. Ah.. it was time then. "Welcome," they said, stepping aside. "Thank you for coming."

[allthesemechanismsbutnocoping]

Father, I have a question to ask you. What does ‘deez nuts’ mean?

- Rye (@vapor-web)

siiiiiigggggh

So, it's a joke. Someone will say something like "Hey, I heard you're a fan of Dee" and you'll say "Dee who?" Then the person will say "deez nuts" referring to their- -JD'V

Alright, Jonny, that's enough. It's just a joke immature people use. -DBB

[oneeyed-jacks]

Bouncer down! Someone get me the medkit and a tight little nurses outfit

[nas-does-engineer]

:(

[laertesthelocalstranger]

hey, if you have a moment, you're that lyf on here's friend, right? you've told me to intervene a time or two when you thought they were doing stupid idiot shit. anyway, any tips on dealing with unexpected interdimensional travel when there wasn't a portal or anything? id ask them, but i dont want them to worry too much, and last time they helped they ended up getting a tail for their trouble. wouldn't ask anyone at all, except. well, this most recent travel between dimensions went a bit screwy?

-- @doctorbarontsct

[There is no response.]

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

This is yer post f’r t’day

I can’t be bothered t’ do somethin’ better when ‘m this comfortable

[captain-dville]

*For the prospective battleground, Jonny had chosen one of the rooms closest to the armoury. It had a somewhat padded floor and enough space to run and fight, and he'd cleared out most of the debris and miscellaneous objects and ejected it into space - nothing important, just the regular clutter that tended to accumulate on a starship with nine people, none of whom were particularly fastidious about keeping the place neat and tidy.*

*He hadn't bothered touching the crates stacked in the corner. They were too heavy to move, and besides, would provide an interesting obstacle to bash his other self's head in against.*

*Now, sitting on one of said crates, he takes his time wrapping his knuckles. He'd opted to just ditch the outer layers of clothing and roll the sleeves of his shirt up to the elbows, giving himself plenty of freedom of movement, and the faint buzz of whiskey has settled comfortably into relaxed anticipation. His favourite six-barrelled revolver is resting by his side. He doesn't know whether his other self will prefer to fight with firearms or hand to hand first, but he's laid out a selection of weapons for both options on the floor.*

( @caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate @gizm0roleplayz Just leaving this here before I crash, since I'll be in the office tomorrow and likely won't have time to respond. If you'd prefer to use your own starter that's cool too, in which case this is simply incredibly rambly ~flavour~ :) )

[originalarchivist]

Speaking of "doomsaday"

Let's see if I remember rhe order of things...

Jonnygoes first...

Then ashes

Thwn raph

Tim

Ivy

Marius

Brian

And last... well... it can't die sinfe its not alive but it sure stops pretending to be

What do you...

What do you mean by this? Jonny said the percentage was small. So small. 0.0000000000000055737382%.

We can't die. We're not supposed to die. I don't- I don't want to die. What do you mean I'm not the first to die? Does that mean I have to be around to witness Jonny's death? Ashes death? Raphellas death? Tim's death? That's four funerals. Four eulogys I'm going to have to prepare.

I don't want to die. I don't want to be alone. Years of archiving. Is it all going to go to waste? When I die will it all be thrown out? Will every trace of me be forgotten?

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Idontwanttodieidontwanttodieidontwanttodiepleasegodidontwant- Idontwant-idontwant.

I don't want to be alone.

I know I technically won't be alone, but...

But..

But. Alone. Alone. Alone.

I don't want to be alone. I don't like being alone.

*she quickly starts the shutting down process, grabbing the nearest gun and shooting herself in the head in an attempt to beat Jonny. In an attempt to be the first to die. So she doesn't have to see those she loves die. So she doesn't have to be alone. The others are strong. And who would need the archivist anyway?*

[master-at-arms]

Heyyyy Tim when u get a chance perhaps u should check on Jonny....???

I’ve been looking for him actually, can’t seem to find him on board, at least not in any of his usual spots.

[researcher-4e69636b]

Nick was cleaning the Aurora once again, since it’s been a long (for him) time since he did it last time. Currently ze was arranging some random things in one of the storage rooms when some sort of technology fell down. Luckily, Nick was fast enough to save it from a hard floor at the last moment but he heard a few clicks of buttons.

“Shit.” The researcher thought, squeezed zirs eyes and froze in place. But nothing changed. Or, at least, he thought so. When Nick opened his eyes there was no mechanism. And, wait, there weren’t these things around when he was cleaning... In fact, this whole storage room was different in its entirety. Nick’s eyes widened and he quickly got up, not sure what to do.

“Aurora?..” Nick said a bit louder than zirs normal volume, running his eyes around the new storage room.

@caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate