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[overclocking]

Date & Time: Several days after the necromorph outbreak
Location: A VR room
Characters: Chrono + Rosette + open!
Summary: Lil bit of coping in-between zombie apocalypses and civil wars, nbd
Warnings: None! KEVIN AND BREAK
Notes: Feel free to tag around also! ♥


[ Chrono doesn't bother to close the door when he finally decides to try one of these rooms for himself. Something about the last few days (weeks) (months) has left him unwilling to stay in enclosed spaces too long, with no obvious path of exist. Too much like a lab or an undead-lined hallway.

But these concerns slowly melt away as he sets about instructing the AI, and the room gives way to a place that isn't a room at all.

Mountains rise up in the distance, framing a blue, clear sky, and a faint breeze rustles the treetops of a thick Michigan forest. Birdcalls ride that wind, and the air smells cleaner, fresher, than any moon base could reasonably boast. Where the blanket of trees ends, a large, glassy lake gleams in the sunlight. He takes care with this part—instructs the AI to make the water a temperature a bit too low to be entirely comfortable for swimming, knowing full well that this won't actually be a deterrent. But it wouldn't be right, otherwise.

He takes his time strolling from one familiar landmark to the next, having the computer make adjustments as necessary. He doesn't miss details, either; for all the times that Rosette brought him to this very place, his eyes had missed nothing. They were wide and all-absorbing, like someone who had been born anew and was discovering the world for the first time.

(Likely because, in all honesty, he had been.)

He stops once he circles back around to the open door—a black silhouette hanging oddly in the landscape, and the only giveaway that none of this is real. It's here that he surveys the scene as a whole, the sum of all its little memory-parts. ]

Perfect.

[ Well. There's still a thing or two missing. ]

... Almost.

Comments

[velveteened]

( ha laughs )

Aah, maybe. So far it's mostly just been things like cells and classifications.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He was around when cells were created. It was weird.]

I am happy to know you have not neglected your studies even in a place like this. I hope you are taking proper care of yourself. [Though if he isn't, Mister Gilbert most certainly is.

He offers him more muffins, just to be on the safe side.]

[velveteened]

( HE IS GOING TO GET FAT not that he even pauses before taking a few more muffins. delicious baked goods. )

Of course! It wouldn't be good to make Gil worry even more than he does already, right?

( which is to say that, yeah, gilbert's had to pick up the slack; but oz has been making efforts, okay. )

[senseandcecilbility]

[There is no such thing as getting fat from large amounts of delicious food!]

Precisely ~ Let me know if you need further help.

[Which means that he is used to boys slacking off and will be on his case if Mister Gilbert isn't.]

[velveteened]

Ahaha, I definitely will. ( but that gives him a thought, curious — ) Did you ever help William with his studies, Kevin?

( because he's more than aware he can't learn this material all on his own, and if kevin is used to someone with a strong aptitude for it... )

[senseandcecilbility]

Ah, he has always been an impressive student, so helping him was quite simple. He is not particularly good at disciplines such as gymnastics and religious studies, though.

[And by not particularly good Kevin means that William is quite terrible.]

[velveteened]

I don't think I'd be good at those either.

( gymnastics, goodness, he wonders if ada has to study that. )

So would it be possible for you to help me with something like biology?

[senseandcecilbility]

But of course! [He was around when stuff was created.] It would be a great pleasure.

[velveteened]

Really? Thank you.

( any help at all would be a great help, and kevin's ignorance of his original motive in the area study does make it a bit — easier )