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Who| The Psiioniic + Signless, with bonus Psiioniic and YOU! action
What| The Psiioniic arrives in a less then spectacular fashion, runs into someone he hasn't seen in a really long time, and then ollies out for some private time where he's free to run into some other poor soul.
Where| The Cornucopia, and then slowly shuffling towards the Haunted Mansion.
When| Week six!
Warnings/Notes| References to to body horror, as far as warnings go. Also, I'm starting in prose but action is just as good with me!
He doesn't remember a lot of what happened to him before he wound up at this weird, golden thing. The last thing he could remember clearly before some strange almost-troll stuffed him into clothing and rambled something about honor and death before jabbing him and shoving him into a tube was the battleship. He had been running a mandatory check on system efficiency before he was just...empty. Empty and cold and then the world went dark.
He didn't know what had happened to him. He didn't know who had separated him from the system, and he wasn't sure if he should thank them or despise them. It was strange without the wires under his skin, without the pulse and hum of the ship. He felt like he had lost a part of himself, even though now he was free. Free, and extremely scared. It was too wrong, too wrong to be able to move and to be out of the system.
That, and he really didn't know how his body worked anymore. After so long of using nothing but his mind... Let's just say this isn't going to be pretty. He's already wobbling back and forth, trying to figure out this whole "balance" thing, and then he's tipping forward and yep that is his face smashing into the ground.
Ow.
People are not fun. It's been a thousand sweeps since he's actually talked to a person. All of the communication he did on the ship wasn't through the typical means - every word, spoken or typed, was filtered straight into his brain. Being wired into a system and then being thrust into a world and having to relearn everything over wasn't...easy. It was going to be a long, long while before he would be able to just get out and actual be able to interact. He could walk (even if it had taken him a while to get the mechanics down, and it was really something more akin to hobbling or shuffling), but what he couldn't do just yet is handle all of these new and long-forgotten sensations.
So he shuffles his way away to Signless, shuffles down a deserted street. He has no clear goal in mind, but he does notice something as he follows the street - he's starting to feel just a little bit less empty.
He's still horrendously slow, and he's not even bothering to stay hidden or to the shadows. He doesn't really care about staying alive at this moment. Plus it's too much of a hassle when he can barely stand up straight, and he just knows that if he tried to run he'd just trip on whatever's hiding in the shadows, or over his own two feet. The way he sees it, he has a better chance of surviving if someone can see him being completely pitiful and being overcome with mercy because he's horribly pathetic.
What| The Psiioniic arrives in a less then spectacular fashion, runs into someone he hasn't seen in a really long time, and then ollies out for some private time where he's free to run into some other poor soul.
Where| The Cornucopia, and then slowly shuffling towards the Haunted Mansion.
When| Week six!
Warnings/Notes| References to to body horror, as far as warnings go. Also, I'm starting in prose but action is just as good with me!
He doesn't remember a lot of what happened to him before he wound up at this weird, golden thing. The last thing he could remember clearly before some strange almost-troll stuffed him into clothing and rambled something about honor and death before jabbing him and shoving him into a tube was the battleship. He had been running a mandatory check on system efficiency before he was just...empty. Empty and cold and then the world went dark.
He didn't know what had happened to him. He didn't know who had separated him from the system, and he wasn't sure if he should thank them or despise them. It was strange without the wires under his skin, without the pulse and hum of the ship. He felt like he had lost a part of himself, even though now he was free. Free, and extremely scared. It was too wrong, too wrong to be able to move and to be out of the system.
That, and he really didn't know how his body worked anymore. After so long of using nothing but his mind... Let's just say this isn't going to be pretty. He's already wobbling back and forth, trying to figure out this whole "balance" thing, and then he's tipping forward and yep that is his face smashing into the ground.
Ow.
People are not fun. It's been a thousand sweeps since he's actually talked to a person. All of the communication he did on the ship wasn't through the typical means - every word, spoken or typed, was filtered straight into his brain. Being wired into a system and then being thrust into a world and having to relearn everything over wasn't...easy. It was going to be a long, long while before he would be able to just get out and actual be able to interact. He could walk (even if it had taken him a while to get the mechanics down, and it was really something more akin to hobbling or shuffling), but what he couldn't do just yet is handle all of these new and long-forgotten sensations.
So he shuffles his way away to Signless, shuffles down a deserted street. He has no clear goal in mind, but he does notice something as he follows the street - he's starting to feel just a little bit less empty.
He's still horrendously slow, and he's not even bothering to stay hidden or to the shadows. He doesn't really care about staying alive at this moment. Plus it's too much of a hassle when he can barely stand up straight, and he just knows that if he tried to run he'd just trip on whatever's hiding in the shadows, or over his own two feet. The way he sees it, he has a better chance of surviving if someone can see him being completely pitiful and being overcome with mercy because he's horribly pathetic.