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exsiliumlogs2012-08-08 10:57 pm
agendas) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-08-08 10:57 pm
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Date & Time: August 8th, right after the conclusion of the VR event
Location: Random storeroom
Characters: Wesley Gibson and David
Summary: The VR event is over and it's time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up. Unfortunately, Prince Charming is a voyeur.
Warnings: A foul-mouthed assassin and a creeper robot. What do you think?
The past three days had certainly been enlightening. While he was well aware that the simulation had taken ahold of his memories, he had at first assumed it involved the illegal access of his memory banks. His programming may be near unhackable, but near didn't equate to fully. The possibility had been a very real one, especially given his returning visit to those twenty-eight months of near silence. His actions then may have been documented, but it's only his own memory banks that held the most complete of records. Ones detailed enough to create a simulation such as that.
A little pushing had changed his mind though. He'd moved on from that solitude and in to war zones. He'd seen familiar faces, those he knew solely from the ship, fighting against nameless foes. He may have had no idea who they were, but it quickly became clear that those others here did. The simulation was clearly accessing more than just his own memory banks.
But just as abruptly as things had gone wrong, they'd seemingly been fixed. It hadn't taken any time at all to slip free from his assigned room, heading through newly familiarized corridors to make his way in to the unfamiliar once again. With each step there's a bounce of his basketball, slow and methodical. It's only when he finds himself wandering down a hallway he's never seen before that David stops, and he begins to make his way through each door he can find. What better way to get a map of the city than to create one of his own from scratch?
The doors push open easily enough, revealing mostly empty rooms. But it's when he finally stumbles across a room that's a little less empty that his curiosity finally piques. He knocks on the door almost too gently, before stepping inside to get a better look. Given the state of the room, he's confident enough to say that this isn't where the man inside had been living. And given the scuff marks on the floor, it likely isn't where he fell asleep either. Another step closer and a better view of his face has David smirking, and instead of backing out of the room, he takes a position by the door, seemingly blocking the way out.
Rise and shine,Charles Wesley.
Location: Random storeroom
Characters: Wesley Gibson and David
Summary: The VR event is over and it's time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up. Unfortunately, Prince Charming is a voyeur.
Warnings: A foul-mouthed assassin and a creeper robot. What do you think?
The past three days had certainly been enlightening. While he was well aware that the simulation had taken ahold of his memories, he had at first assumed it involved the illegal access of his memory banks. His programming may be near unhackable, but near didn't equate to fully. The possibility had been a very real one, especially given his returning visit to those twenty-eight months of near silence. His actions then may have been documented, but it's only his own memory banks that held the most complete of records. Ones detailed enough to create a simulation such as that.
A little pushing had changed his mind though. He'd moved on from that solitude and in to war zones. He'd seen familiar faces, those he knew solely from the ship, fighting against nameless foes. He may have had no idea who they were, but it quickly became clear that those others here did. The simulation was clearly accessing more than just his own memory banks.
But just as abruptly as things had gone wrong, they'd seemingly been fixed. It hadn't taken any time at all to slip free from his assigned room, heading through newly familiarized corridors to make his way in to the unfamiliar once again. With each step there's a bounce of his basketball, slow and methodical. It's only when he finds himself wandering down a hallway he's never seen before that David stops, and he begins to make his way through each door he can find. What better way to get a map of the city than to create one of his own from scratch?
The doors push open easily enough, revealing mostly empty rooms. But it's when he finally stumbles across a room that's a little less empty that his curiosity finally piques. He knocks on the door almost too gently, before stepping inside to get a better look. Given the state of the room, he's confident enough to say that this isn't where the man inside had been living. And given the scuff marks on the floor, it likely isn't where he fell asleep either. Another step closer and a better view of his face has David smirking, and instead of backing out of the room, he takes a position by the door, seemingly blocking the way out.
Rise and shine,
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he half-expects him to shout something along the lines of prepare to die or are you ready to be killed and whip out an ak-47 or a katana, and yeah, wesley's got his hand on his gun, safety off, has since the second he could see and hear and move again, but he isn't giving the guy a faceful of barrel, because he knows who he is. it's charles' boyfriend, the asshole with the magic tricks and annoying attitude -- there's no mistaking that face, even though the expression looks out of place stretched across it and he's taken the time to get a dye job while everyone else has been dreaming, but wesley really doesn't care to ask. ]
Don't know what the fuck you find so funny, but why don't you go bend some teaspoons?