Day in the Life...On a Meatship - [ OPEN! ]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Title: A Day in the Life...On a Meatship
Location/s: Stacy; Anywhere
Notes: Taking a leaf out of another brilliant mind's book here, so Kudos to Senor Paco, King of Spicy Food. Takes place at various times in a typical day of Renne, so tag with where you wanna catch him: Exploring anywhere/playing hero with his plushies, Sensoriums failing at karate or Media Library trying to better his English.




10:00 AM
The Sensorium chamber's alive with sound this morning. Well all right, so it's just the sound of one life-form. The Sensorium chamber resembles...a really, really badly attempted design of...Is this supposed to be a proper Dojo or a Command-Center mashup gone nuts?
Either way, Renne's warming up, practising to refine his walking, running and general bipedal motor skill -- which turns into a laughable bumbling of what could be called martial arts. Actually, no, it can't. It's too clumsy for that. That's why he has his beloved Book-Listening Device rambling through a martial arts-type of book. The problem? He's not doing very well at this.
At all.

1:30 PM
The Media Library's a nice place to study or to learn. And for the last few minutes, he's been here listening to anything he could get his paws on, specifically, to try and better his English. Whether that's going well or not is up to the judgment of anyone that might care to walk in.

4:15 PM
Having had a long day of studying various things -- success or not, he'd worked his little brain off -- Renne's taking a bit of a break. Wandering the halls, exploring to his proverbial heart's content. And with him? Of course, his plushies and yes, he's talking to them both, occasionally playing Hero-type games with them. Billy!Plushie and Archie!Plushie always go along for Renne's crazy adventures.

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[morphitudinous]

It's almost like stepping into his own past.

Stepping into Renne's practice dojo, he watches his brother try his hardest at the art. His movements have really improved---it's just that the martial arts are a problem with his build and lack of instruction.

"Hey," he calls as usual, already wondering what he can do to help.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Bee? -- Eeeph!"

Stand. Kick -- Plop. He'd just tried a kick and...ohgods, please say you didn't see this, Bee!..had failed at said kick. He's on his posterior but already trying to pick himself up.

[morphitudinous]

"It's all right. I've done that more times than I can count."

Bee walks in with a slight smile, watching Renne's progress. "Have you had a sensei?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Sen-say?"

Now he's confused, seriously. Little imp's standing now and blushing a wee bit.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara, who had taken this moment to stop by, decided to fill in the blanks. It was good to see Billy AND Renne together, as they usually were able to bring out a balanced, calming feeling within her the moment they were near.

"In my world, we also call them 'Sifu:' its basically a teacher, someone to instruct you in a martial art, or in my case, bending. Either way, it helps to have that person show you how to have a decent stance, how to deliver a set of blows that would be best relative to your size and weight, and how to develop a good defensive block. Those things don't come naturally."

She watched the two. "If you don't mind, could I see how you're sparring?"

[morphitudinous]

"Right," Billy agreed. "Even if I sometimes felt like they came naturally to my friends. I was just that unbalanced."

And comparatively he knew he still was. Two and a half years of training would never let him catch up with ten. He sometimes thought Katara would even give his much stronger friends a hard time, but Billy? He was nearly hopeless.

He blushed, glancing at Renne. "We weren't sparring. I was just wondering what technique would be best for him, but I'll leave that to the expert here."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. Rrrr-enne trrry tea-ch sel-f haow do wha-t li-ke Bee do."

Ah, yes, the blush of embarrassment. Did she see his little SNAFU and sorely improper form? Probably. However, neither of these two are escaping without a proper Renne-greeting which includes a pounce, a hug, a nuzzle and a purr. Hi, Billy. Hi, Katara. Have an embarrassed, affectionate critter.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

She was about to add onto what Billy was saying when she got the pounce and hug and fell over just little, giggling at the nuzzle. Once she righted herself though, it was back to what she was saying.

"Sometimes its not something you can learn, even in books. I mean, I had waterbending scrolls that helped me, but nothing can substitute a good teacher, you know? And don't get embarrassed Renne: part of good training is learning where you're weakest, so you can improve there."

She should have mentioned that she had actually directed the sparring question at Renne, but that wasn't so important now.

[morphitudinous]

As always, Renne's affection cheered him right up. Billy reciprocated happily and turned to listen.

Again, he nodded. "I tried books as well, but physical learning is necessary. It's also what I'm worst at, but I'm sure you'll do better. Well...do you want to train?"

He looked at Renne, then Katara for guidance.

[alterniantaurus.livejournal.com]

Tavros has been spending time in the media center too, researching this predicament he's now in and learning more about humans. And, admittedly, devouring Earth fairy tales, because they're so interesting. He pauses on his way to the terminal, curiously watching the little blue guy. After a moment or two of debate, he approaches him.

"Hey. What's that you're listening to?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee?"

Up go the five inch ears. Chirping curiously, the anomaly deactivates the audio file and turns toward the new voice. Sniff. Curious -- he's not met this scent yet, so down he hops and carefully crawls. He...might or might not run into you, Tav.

"Hell-loww?"

[alterniantaurus.livejournal.com]

Tavros puts his hands on the wheels of his chair, starts to roll back as Renne approaches... but the creature's a bit closer now and he stops, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

"Uh... Hello."

He can't help but smile a little. It's nice to run into other nonhumans.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Sniff, sniff. Wheels? Yep, he's following the sound now, and verylikely to run into something. Yeah, don't expect eye contact.

"Who yeu is? Wha-t yeu is?"

Oh, the slew of questions. It comes already.

[alterniantaurus.livejournal.com]

"Hey, be careful, you might--"

Bump.

"Uhh. S-sorry."

Even though it wasn't actually his fault, Tavros still feels a little bad about that. He smiles weakly at Renne.

"My, uh, my name's Tavros. Tavros Nitram. ...I'm a troll. Uhh... what are you?"

(( Yes, he is true-blind. :-)))

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee."

He just shakes it off and sniffs again. Sniffs. Perhaps gives an investigating nudge. As for what he is? That's a harder question to answer without running the risk of freaking anyone out.

"Hell-loww, Tab-bows. Is Rrrr-enne. Wha-t be Trrrroll?"

((haha you're too fast, I saw that he was and edited it XD))

[alterniantaurus.livejournal.com]

He probably can't roll it, or at least not very far. Still, Tavros glances behind him, just in case. It wouldn't be the first time he accidentally backed into someone.

"Rrr... Renne. Hi. Uhh... trolls are..."

He watches Renne for a moment, then understands. Tavros knows a blind girl who gets around by scent and cane, though the exact methods are probably drastically different since she almost never bumps into things.

It sort of helps him relax. He can easily describe physical characteristics.

"Well, Trolls are an alien race, uh, compared to this ship full of humans, that is. We have... yellow eyes, orange horns, and grey skin. ...And orange claws."

He glances down.

"The thing you just touched, uh, was my wheelchair."

(( LOL. I get that question quite a lot, so. ))

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Oooooh."

Chirp-trill. The ears twitch forward.

"Whee-uhl...chairrrr? Wha-t tha-t is?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie's still feeling a bit weak after the Rage virus, but has decided - rather stubbornly - to go for a walk anyway. He figures it'll help him build his strength back up, and if he has to occasionally stop and lean up against the wall in one of Stacy's corridors, well, he completely meant to be doing that.

It just so happens that's what Jamie is doing when Renne comes by with his plushies. Jamie hasn't seen Renne in awhile, so he calls over once the wee blue critter is spotted.

"Hello, Renne."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"....Ahn-d Bee do ki-ck bad-bad krrrit-terrr wi-th 'Chee! -- Eee?"

Chirp. He's kind of shocked out of his pretendy-playing there and gives half-a-yelp. Of course, all it takes i a chitter and a sniff before he lets out a reply. Amid which, the oddity tucks his plushies under an arm and almost beelines to Jamie's voice.

"Djay-Djay!"

[bonnypiperlad]

There's a somewhat tired smile that appears briefly on Jamie's face as Renne rushes over. It's nice to see that someone seems unaffected by everything that's been going on.

"Hey, steady there or ye might knock me over. What bad critters are ye fighting, then?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee?"

That's a chirp in the tone of 'Knock you over? I can't do that!' but here comes a hug anyway.

"Bee ahn-d 'Chee ahn-d Rrrr-enne figh-t bad krrrit-terrrs! Wha-t Djay-Djay do?" A pause. "Rrrr-enne miss Djay-Djay."

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye," he says with a bit of a chuckle. "But what type of critters? Are they pirates, or zombies, or great flying beasties that swoop in and attack ye from above?"

His voice softens ever so slightly, then. "I know, and I'm sorry. It seems like I've not had much time free recently." Hesitating for a moment, he adds, "It's good, though, that I've not seen ye. I was sick with that virus that made ye very angry."

Knowing how sensitive Renne is to emotion recently, he can't imagine that would have turned out well. At all.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"It be big bad drrrrag-gin." He's not trying to insult dragons; he's known good ones and evil ones.

That last bit though, has him turn away a little; his ears drooping down-and-back. "Rrrr-enne hearrr bu-t...Noh hell-p. Rrrr-enne sit daown ahn-d noh do no-thing." Yes, there's guilt in there, heavily in there, followed close behind by an unfriendly but familiar old ghost.

[bonnypiperlad]

The last little bit of laughter fades from Jamie's voice as he picks up on the guilt, and he frowns a little. He slowly settles down so he's sitting on the ground. It's easier to talk to Renne like that - not to mention he doesn't think he's up for a prolonged conversation while standing right now.

"What would ye have been able to do, though? I've see ye react when ye thought I was just unhappy with ye. What would have happened if I had been truly angry, aye? Or if ye ran into a group of us like that? By the end, all I wanted to do was hurt things, and I...I've not ever been that angry before that I can recall."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"S-till. Rrr-enne trrry. Djay-Djay hell-p Rrrr-enne. Naow, Rrrr-enne noh hell-p Djay-Djay? Is noh rrright."

He's trying to keep up a logical, detached tone of voice, standing ramrod straight now and keeping his head parallel to the floor. As stoic as he wishes to appear however, the skin, the eyes and even his tattoo, can't lie.