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trans_92010-08-18 09:30 pm
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It was stupid, she had to admit, but Indigo had been avoiding most of the crew since the whole mess with the Spacewalk. Many of them hadn't heard of the incident, many didn't know the place existed. Which suited her damaged pride just fine. However, she still remembered, and the embarrassment still hadn't faded.
She was a machine. She couldn't forget.
Still, it was a sorry being that could spend their entire lives wallowing in self-pity over one incident. She'd probably done that already. It wouldn't stop her from staying in unvisited areas of the ship, not just yet, but that wasn't any sort of excuse to deny her hobbies. The last planet they'd stopped at, she'd bought enough paints to last her for a while. Odd as it was, she enjoyed watercolor painting.
And so, in middle of the transparent tube that made up the Spacewalk, Indigo stands, a canvas supported by a vibrant pink force field. Stacy had dropped out of the Bleed into a dimension that had caught her eye. A realm of dreaming telepaths, thoughts like thunder and rainbows flickering between sleeping, shifting forms.
She wasn't doing too bad a job of capturing it on canvas, either. Of course, capturing it perfectly would be impossible.
She was a machine. She couldn't forget.
Still, it was a sorry being that could spend their entire lives wallowing in self-pity over one incident. She'd probably done that already. It wouldn't stop her from staying in unvisited areas of the ship, not just yet, but that wasn't any sort of excuse to deny her hobbies. The last planet they'd stopped at, she'd bought enough paints to last her for a while. Odd as it was, she enjoyed watercolor painting.
And so, in middle of the transparent tube that made up the Spacewalk, Indigo stands, a canvas supported by a vibrant pink force field. Stacy had dropped out of the Bleed into a dimension that had caught her eye. A realm of dreaming telepaths, thoughts like thunder and rainbows flickering between sleeping, shifting forms.
She wasn't doing too bad a job of capturing it on canvas, either. Of course, capturing it perfectly would be impossible.
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That hadn't been something he expected to see when he found her.
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"Painting." She swirls the brush in the discolored cup of water, trying to dislodge some of the yellow. "I find it soothing. Of course, paints are a little difficult to come by around here. The local arts and crafts store hasn't had a delivery in years."
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"I guess no one thought to pick any last shore leave," he mused. "You should put it on the list for the next one."
But small talk aside, he did have business with her.
"I've been going over the reports from when you first repaired the spacewalk. Care to explain what happened?"
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Indigo considers the level of details in the report, and the fact that she hadn't bothered to dumb it down any, then considers Leon. Maybe she should have stuck to baseball analogies.
She'll just jump right in, then. "I set up several force fields to fill the gaps in material here. If you look, you can still see several holes where the fields still exist." She hadn't bothered to see if the stores had been refilled since then. Spacewalk was now Engineering's problem. "However, I didn't factor in the air pressure when I set the power on the fields. When air was reintroduced into the environment, the added pressure was too much. It was like shaking up a bottle of champagne, if you need the analogy. The fields pushed too far, and overcompensated, taking parts of the surrounding material with it." She gestures to one of the larger holes, directly above her head.
"Afterwards, the fields were corrected by myself and several personnel from Engineering. It's safe now."
Though the next time she wants privacy, maybe turning this place into a vacuum again wouldn't be a bad tactic.
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And yes, it was a meticulously detailed report. It would have taken him a week to read it, and several years to get a Ph. D in Physics to understand it. This was quicker, and far easier on the brain.
"I also noticed that you haven't been involved in any other projects since."
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Indigo gives Leon a dull stare for a long moment. "No. I haven't." For several reasons, but the main one was that she was still beating herself up over the Spacewalk.
She turns and looks out at the dreamstuff of the multiverse again, and dabs her brush at the green paints. She doesn't feel like elaborating there, Cap'n.
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"There haven't been that many projects that have caught my eye. Construction is not really my forte, I'm afraid." It's not the whole truth, but it's a tiny part of it. Really, saying out loud that she's afraid the crew won't trust her again seems silly.
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Maybe.
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He really couldn't go into detail, since he figured said piece of hardware was listening.
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But here they are.
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"But if you don't think you're up for it, I'll find someone else."
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She settles her paintbrush into a slot on her palette. "Would I be able to get details now, or are you going to leave me in suspense?"
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"There's a file on there..." the name of which was just some string of random letters and numbers. "Take a look at it, it has all the information you'll need."
Which was the schematics for the tool that needed to be modified, which piece of hardware was going to need to be adjusted, and where it was located.
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The gap between catching the omnicomm and announcing that took less than some of her conversational gaps. "When do you need it done?"
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It was good to be a machine. Especially given a project like this.
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"Contact me as soon as you're done."
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The technology was fascinating. The adjustments were relatively simple. She could do this easily.
this OK?
It's fine.
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The painting itself is a mix of half-captured half-seconds in timee. There's an odd kind of aesthetic there, Indigo is not a beginner, but it's probably hard to identify.
"It's not finished yet. But I don't know if I will have a chance to finish before Stacy leaves."
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She turns around, skirt twirling a little. "What do you mean?" She has a slightly confused look to her, but it's pretty well disgusised.
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She gestures. "Stacy doesn't stay out of the Bleed for long, unless there's something she needs from a given dimension. The amount of time she stays in a universe seems random. She could leave in five minutes, she could stay for two weeks." Indigo taps the canvas with a finger. "So this may end up unfinished when we leave this universe."
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"I was aware that Stacy has her own schedule, but I didn't know that she was almost as random as the rest of us are." She says this light-heartedly.
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"I suspect that none of her choices are random. But I don't know what she could be doing in each universe. Searching for Ohm, perhaps." Indigo shrugs. "In any case, I can't say for sure without more data."
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"Well data is important," Nura muses wryly.
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"I can't work without it." Not that she's been doing a lot of work.
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Nura chuckles at Indigo's statement. The blue girl reminds Nura faintly of Querl. Well, in the "data is important" department. "Data is your bread and butter, huh?" Her lips are quirked into a teasing sort of smile. "I can understand that."
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She shakes her head. "I wouldn't go that far. But it's more literal. I cannot draw conclusions without data. Otherwise, I'd just be taking wild stabs in the dark."
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Nura has to hide her smirk behind her hand. "So then I suppose you are more the type to lean towards the constantly logical side, aren't you?"
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Indigo doesn't reply for a minute. Then, silently, she holds up a hand and... performs the Vulcan hand salute.
The geek is strong in this one.
Indigo likes Star Trek?
More like the fact that her husband was the constantly-always logical one, and she'd gotten so used it, that she's now able to recognize when she sees it.
But that's a very nice salute, Indigo! If only Nura had paid more attention to the boys' geeking out, she might notice this hand salute when she sees it.
She half-heartedly attempts to give the salute right back. "Is this a gesture of 'hello' where you are from?"
Pff. No. Shift did.
She shakes her head, lips quirking again. "It's a pop culture reference. There's a television program on Earth, where one of the races is ruled by logic over emotion." She lets her hand drop.
Women put up with so much for their men.
"Oh," well that makes sense. She pushes back her hair in an attempt to regain her cool. "I don't really know that many pop culture references. That was one of my teammate's forte." Her own lips quirking. "But I fondly know someone who acts like he's the logic over emotion type."
She likes him, still.
"I didn't have much of a choice except to learn pop culture. Too many things went over my head until I did." Of course, that was mainly so she knew when she was being insulted. And how to sting back. "Logic is good. But without emotion, you tend to miss the more important things."
Awwww~
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He's been avoiding you, Indy. Yes, he most certainly has.
While he's certainly been busy with his latest project, that's no excuse for the extremes he's gone to to not see you.
There is a reason for this, of course. Android or not, you're family, and family has never really worked out well for him before.
But now he's sought you out because...because he doesn't want to be a coward anymore when it comes to his emotions.
"That you've taken an interest in art, that is. The entire Coluan species isn't well known for their sense of aesthetics."
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She's been avoiding him as well, but for reasons of her own. Mainly because, while she's not quite a coward when it comes to emotions, she still doesn't like facing her own failures.
She glances back at him, then to her painting. "I like painting. It's soothing." She dabs at a bit of color there. "I'm not sure if it's particularly noteworthy, though."
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Eventually, he admits, "I'm not very good at this."
How to explain what he means?
"Forming relationships with others. Socializing. However, you are my great grand-daughter. I do desire a relationship with you. I simply have no idea how exactly...this can be done."
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"I think that, perhaps, both of us have failed at that." Just goes to show that, even when you take two of the most brilliant minds on the ship and put them together, they can still fail at ridiculously simple tasks.
She looks up at one of the holes in the Spacewalk, examining the energy flow in the field keeping the place pressurized. "I thought you might have been avoiding me earlier. I had hoped that you'd pay some attention to me if I made myself useful about the ship." Mapping out the vents. Repairing Spacewalk. "Of course, avoiding everyone on the ship became a little bit more of a priority after I made that mistake here."
She assumes that he already knows what happened.
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He adds, "But there's no need for you to rehash what happened."
He doesn't care about your mistakes.
"The reason for my avoidance had much more to do with my own neuroses and social inadequacies than anything else."
He can admit to that much more easily than he once could.
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Indigo stares at him for a long moment, unsure of what to say. It would probably be better if she knew much more about him than the one meeting they've had, and the rumors from the crew.
They are poster children for perfectly functional families. We swear.