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Entry tags:
- !plot: mission 02 - holiday plot,
- !status: open,
- aeris gainsborough,
- billy cranston,
- brainiac 5,
- brenda,
- cameron mitchell,
- chopper,
- claire redfield,
- hellion,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jono starsmore,
- katara,
- kelly-087,
- kon-el,
- leela bricker,
- loren,
- marco,
- meluly,
- nightwing,
- robin,
- ronon dex,
- samus aran,
- sheeana,
- son of satan,
- static,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
Good-will Toward Men
There is a whole world out there to spread holiday joy to. A world of flying cars, and massive towering skyscrapers, of quiet, cold deserts, of snow-covered cities. Everyone in it is either holed up in their homes, hooked into the Links, the network run by Macrohard, abstaining from human contact, or they're poor and destitute, in the streets, and in parts of the world that are ailing right now.
Some of them are due to stop in on specific parts of the world during their journeys. Others are just going to be show generosity to anyone they meet. Every angle has to be covered, every holiday that celebrates generosity and unity, to help stoke the fires and revive the Holiday Spirit.
Pick a place, Meatcrew. Grab some crewmates to help. Make some noise and entice people to leave their VR sets and come outside with their fellow man.
With the magical sacks, containing last of the Spirit's power, they can give anything that's wanted OR needed to the people of this world, and with the enchanted flying cars, they can get anywhere in the world to do it, in no time.
[ooc: Special holiday groups, tag your assigned subthreads (and keeping them in one thread would likely be best, since those groups are small). Whoever feels creative can pick an exact location and set up details--we wanted to give you some freedom to have your characters find where to go. Anyone else, doing Christmas or general gift-giving, tag and make new subthreads for each situation of gift-giving. These can stand alone as vignettes, but we encourage everyone to thread-hop and tag in to random threads. Don't worry about the organization of groups, they'll probably be switching groups all over the place throughout the night.]
Some of them are due to stop in on specific parts of the world during their journeys. Others are just going to be show generosity to anyone they meet. Every angle has to be covered, every holiday that celebrates generosity and unity, to help stoke the fires and revive the Holiday Spirit.
Pick a place, Meatcrew. Grab some crewmates to help. Make some noise and entice people to leave their VR sets and come outside with their fellow man.
With the magical sacks, containing last of the Spirit's power, they can give anything that's wanted OR needed to the people of this world, and with the enchanted flying cars, they can get anywhere in the world to do it, in no time.
[ooc: Special holiday groups, tag your assigned subthreads (and keeping them in one thread would likely be best, since those groups are small). Whoever feels creative can pick an exact location and set up details--we wanted to give you some freedom to have your characters find where to go. Anyone else, doing Christmas or general gift-giving, tag and make new subthreads for each situation of gift-giving. These can stand alone as vignettes, but we encourage everyone to thread-hop and tag in to random threads. Don't worry about the organization of groups, they'll probably be switching groups all over the place throughout the night.]
Re: Buenos Aires
Re: Buenos Aires
"...If that's the most convenient explanation possible, then yes, I am a Splicer. I thought the green would compliment my eyes," Brainy says dryly. "Now, be silent, and tell everyone to leave me to care for my patient."
The rest of them back off some, leaving him alone with her. Even the woman caring for her wanders off--she'd only watched her out of an obligation for a friend, and has very little vested interest. In fact, she's almost hoping she dies so she doesn't have to keep her promise.
His omnicom stops scanning and blips.
"Hmm."
A massive electroylte imbalance, malnutrition, vitamin defiency...
If all of it isn't rectified, she'll die.
He had brought a medkit along--who wouldn't, on an away mission? And out comes some medication and a hypospray. It doesn't take much, actually, but there's still something more he needs, that he doesn't have on hand. With a sigh (magic, he HATED magic) he reaches into the sack, very cautiously, and pulls out an electrolyte drink. And a bottle.
After making his preparations, he cleans off his hands with the canteen of water and soap he has there, making sure to wash all the soap away, and then picks up the infant girl. She's limp in his arms. Dousing his fingers in the drink and rubbing it on the inside of her mouth, he tries to get her to swallow some. It takes...a very long time, and it isn't promising that she's not suckling.
Sitting on the makeshift medical table there, he keeps trying, however.
he murmurs to the very pale infant quietly.
He could hardly blame her if she wanted to give up all that now.
He tries again, hoping against hope she's swallowing enough of the drink.
he says, and his voice is very gentle as he goes on,
For another moment, it seems as if it's not working, and his jaw sets as he tries to think of some other way to--he doesn't have what he needs to give it intravenously, but maybe the sack can--
Re: Buenos Aires
Re: Buenos Aires
Now that she's finally suckling again, he grabs the bottle and gets her to start drinking it. There's formula next, from the sack, and by the time she's halfway through, her little eyes open and look up at them. He marvels over the color--bright green, in a shade that's rare in humans, and all too common in Coluans. She's quite alert before long, and there's a curiosity in her gaze that's odd for someone so young--at least for so young a human, of course.
He doesn't know what will happen to her when he leaves her, but he hopes it means she's bright. He hopes that brightness will propel her into a better life. (And what he doesn't know yet, and will never know, is that it will, and that she'll only be alive to live that life because of him).
At one point a tiny hand reaches out and bops at the dangling part of that infernal elf hat that he can't remove. The silver bell jangles, and she laughs even higher and clearer than the ringing of the bell.
"Very amusing."
Re: Buenos Aires
Brenda's voice is soft as she leans down to take a better look. She'd noticed Brainy with the baby in the middle of trying to find a roll of tape in her own bag and ended up completely derailed from what she'd been doing, just watching him, listening while he spoke softly to the baby and nudged her to swallow.
She reaches out and lets the little girl wrap a tiny hand around her fingertip, smiling at those green green eyes now rounded with wonder. The whole thing of it makes her stomach ache, fondness, happiness, longing, tripping over each other.
"She'll be okay if she can do that."
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Clearing his throat, he says, stiffly, "I suppose. At the very least, she's fed and her metabolic instabilities have been stabilized."
Even you can't see him that warm, Brenda.
"Which is fortunate, as it means I only have to monitor her for an hour or so to make sure she remains stable. I generally despise small children."
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"But if you have to much to do I can watch her for you. I'm pretty decent with babies."
She holds out her arms in offering.
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"She needs monitoring from a medical professional, which you are not," he says tartly, as she bats the stupid hat again.
"I can assure you, I'm not enjoying a moment of this, but I don't shy away from responsibility."
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Yes she might very well have ulterior motives of wanting to hold the baby. >_>
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He looks somewhat disappointed, though he tries to hide it.
"I suppose she does need to be burped."
Fine, you get the stupid baby, Brenda.
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Babysitting. She's done this a few times before.
Dealing with babies was always comforting for her. They were mostly quiet, soft, cuddly, easy to entertain, easy to soothe - something for her to protect...
"There you go sweetheart..."
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Right now, he needs to prepare some vaccines and medications with the use of...sigh, the magic sack.
"...You have experience with children?"
She seems to.
He decides talking about it is a good way to quell the strange feelings watching her with the child is stirring in him.
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Brenda smiles, stroking the baby's downy hair back from her little face, patting her back again and cooing soothingly when she hiccups hard. She nuzzles a kiss to the top of the little head, unable to help coddling as much as she can.
"You've never really been around kids yourself, huh?"
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"How many parents do you think find it wise to entrust the care of their children to a Brainiac?" he asks, looking amused. "That being said, being a Legionnaire has frequently put me in contact with children, usually during the worst circumstances possible. Over time, you have to learn how to keep them calm, and usually my being calm helps with that purpose. That and my shield abilities meant I was ordered to attend to the protection of child civilians during crises more often than you'd expect."
Boy, this magic sack is handy, for being magic. He hates magic, but it is handy, being able to produce vaccines out of thin air.
"Mind you, I wish I'd picked up those abilities earlier in my superheroing career," he says, distracted, as he starts eying up the people to figure out dosing by body-weight. "It might have better prepared me for being a father."
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"...being a father? You have kids?"
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How to explain it all?
"In a sense."
It had been his greatest mistake, and at the same time the most beautiful thing he had ever created.
"When the Legion was trapped in your era, I constructed a computer capable of opening a portal to the future and bringing us home. It was, however, sentient, even if I did not recognize its status as such at the time. When it discovered I intended to deconstruct it when its task was completed, it possessed Triad, eventually Cosmic Boy, and mounted a major attack on your planet. You may even remember it--telecommunications went down, viruses ran rampant through the world's computer systems... C.O.M.P.U.T.O was responsible for that--and I was responsible for C.O.M.P.U.T.O."
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Finally she sits beside him, craddling the now comfortably cuddly baby across her lap. She lets the little girl suck on her fingers.
"That must have been hard, going up against something you made to try to stop it."
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He shakes his head at his own folly.
"That," he says, drawing up another syringe of vaccine, "was my mistake. In your future, but five hundred years before my own time, machine-kind evolved. The machines demanded to be acknowledged as sentient beings with rights."
He looks over at Brenda.
"C.O.M.P.U.T.O. was the one that led the movement, though this historical fact was unknown until I discovered it later."
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"Or do you really wish you could have done things differently?"
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He goes on, "But as you've just stated, my actions and Computo's affected the course of history and the final outcome...cost the universe a great price and yet may have prevented more violence in the long term. I suppose I'll never know."
He briefly raises his eyebrows. "When the machines rose up and demanded citizenship, five hundred years before my own time, a horrible computer virus swept through the population, infecting many machines and causing them to attack organics. Those that were uninfected or who hadn't exhibited aberrant behavior yet after infection volunteered to be shut down for the safety of their fellow sentients. They were promised that a cure would be found--that they would be reactivated." Taking in a deep breath, he says "Nearly every single mechanoid being was either permanently shut down, deconstructed, or left in storage until it was obsolete. The promise of the organics was never fulfilled. It was called 'The Great Shutdown,' and it was tantamount to genocide. Millions of sentients went from the brink of being recognized as such, to destruction or an endless sleep that may as well have been the same."
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Brenda frowns, rocking the baby a little as she starts to fuss.
"I have the BEST knack for bringing up depressing conversation topics with you don't I?"
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Where was he? Oh yes.
"C.O.M.P.U.T.O. was the driving intelligence behind the machines, and years later, he was behind it again. He rebuilt his forces, and created a world called Robotica that was able to travel through space. The Roboticans attacked several UP planets, one of which was Xanthu, the homeworld of a considerable number of my team-mates. All of this happened while part of the Legion was lost in the Second Galaxy--I was one of those Lost Legionnaires."
There is a pause, while he rummages through his medkit. "Between being trapped in the past, that, and Stacy, it seems I have something of a knack for being in the wrong time and/or dimension. But I digress."
He's used to it now. Somewhat.
"At that time, Ra's Al Ghul had killed the UP president and was masquerading as him in a holographic disguise, something the Lost Legionnaires discovered after he attempted to have us all killed. His right hand man, Venge, was always there at his side. Ra's Al Ghul created a form of energy that was causing evolutionary changes in humanity, but it would have killed most of the population in the progress. We foiled his plan and he was captured, but we were unable to stop the hypertaxis process. Eventually the Roboticans took over Earth and started converting the technology producing it for their own use. It was then that I was captured, and Venge revealed his true face to me--it was C.O.M.P.U.T.O., in disguise. He held...some hostilities towards his creator."
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Brenda shifts on the table a little, moving the baby up to lay on her shoulder again. Her little face turns immediately toward Brainy as she lays in Brenda's arms, wide curious eyes following his movements.
"What happened? Did you have to hurt him?"
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"C.O.M.P.U.T.O. claimed he wanted to evolve to help all of machinekind evolve with him, to obtain true sentience and free will, to achieve a higher state of being. I knew he was lying--he wanted that power for himself, to finally be able to destroy all organic life."
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