Building a family [hella open]

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

 Slobo had been puttering around the ship for an hour, thinking and looking. He quickly found that if you looked hard enough, between W&P and the City itself, you could find anything. In the end, he was standing outside a Courtyard by Marriott hotel about a click outside of "Escherville" with spraypaint and a very large block of stone. At first he had thought about the Vatican, but it was too wrecked from the zombie fight. Plus, this place had an indoor pool. He spraypainted a large message on the wall next to the door, red with black outline.

"OUTSIDERS
COMMUNITY SERVICE
FIELD TRAINING

PEER COUNSELING" 

 

On the sandwich board tucked near the door, he wrote "12-21? Info and Tryouts inside" and left it out in front. Now, he took his large rock into the lobby and began carving. And waited.
 

 

 

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"I did not treat him kindly in life." She said, backing off and getting a distant look. "I regret that. I was a sculptor too, before I left Chapterhouse. Is that what that block outside is for?"

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Makin' a statue o' that guy who got fried for us back at the bridge, the other Brainy guy...."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"That's who I was referring to. I told him he would never be more than a Thinking Machine..." This was progress for her.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo looked at her.

"Yanno, a lotta robots are good company, Bright Eyes. They ain't so different, when ya think about it. Like we had this guy who used ta hang with Young Justice, Red Tornado..." He thought about it. " REAL stiff bastich. But all he wanted? Was ta be human. And he saved our butts a coupla times."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana tried to smile but the distant look remained. She was somewhere in distant battles that had ended long before she was born. "I know it now...Or I am realizing it. But I have memory-lives that go back to the time of the machine-tyrants. Though I was not born, I know what it is like to be hunted by machines, to see my loved ones torn in half by them, the buzzing and choking smoke of engines, the huddling in stinking hovels..."

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo looked at her, feeling that pesky pity emotion for the second time today.

"Yeah, but the memories of the past ain't there ta bind ya." He said, in what passed for a soothing tone with him. "I mean, it's good ta never forget, but ya can't let that color yer views on the guys here. None o' them are the ones from yer world, right?"

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"No, but you can understand why...I suspect it will take some time before I can adjust to their presence." She shook it off. The shock of her worm's 'death' had thrown her off kilter. Her BG control was leaking at the edges. "Have you ever made a sculpture before?"

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"First one. But I can build a spaceship outta scrap, so I figure it can't be that hard. And I know Coluan, so I'm thinkin' I'll throw a nice plaque at the bottom in it."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"It was my hobby while I was in charge of the desertification project on Chapterhouse. Communicator, bring up The Void." And from her communicator came a small, slowly rotating hologram. Plastone was cut down in it in a way that had the feeling as if it were a shadow of some other sense, one we could not yet percieve. It was a sculpture that some found disturbing.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"That is the coolest... thing... ever..." He said while staring. "Seriously, it's just... fraggin' awesome." Slobo grinned.

"I think it's safe ta say yer much frellin' better than me at that."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"I...thank you? If you want to borrow my lasgun, that may make the going faster..." That was the first time anyone had ever reacted to The Void that way. She was beggining to think she would be more suited to this 'Outsiders' team...but she had her own responsibilities to keep.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"That'd be pretty helpful, 'specially fer the fine details I gotta do. Funny thing about robots? Whole buncha joints and bands..." Slobo shrugged, and then noticed a young man milling about outside the door. "I should get that before he runs away. Feel free ta hang, Bright Eyes. Check out the place, we got a ton o' rooms, no idea what's in half of 'em."