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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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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.

"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.

"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?"

"Sen-say?"

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

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?"

"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."

"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.

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.

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.

"Eeee. Rrrr-enne wahn-t leahrrrn, be li-ke Bee ahn-d Tarrr-Tarrr!" Squeak.

When he's back up on his feet, there's a light in his eyes and a faint colourshow on his skin. Oh yeah, idolises you two? Very much so.

"Rrrr-enne wahn-t do li-ke Bee ahn-d Tarrr-Tarr, Eeee-yah! Hieeee-yah!"

Cue the very poorly done mock-punch and...Oh, hello, Floor. Meet Renne. Again.

"Eee."

Katara giggled. She wasn't laughing at Renne and the two of them knew that: there was no mocking in her aura, she was just very taken by his enthusiasm.

"Well, we can definitely make you stronger if that's what you're looking for Renne," Katara said, smiling. "No matter what we're doing, we'll make some time for you. Martial arts isn't something to do half halfheartedly. You have to be willing to take instruction and you have to be steadfast. If you can do that, you'll be fine."

Oh, but it was good to be with those two now. For the first time in days, she felt at ease. She truly loved these two.

That statement was just asking him to channel an old friend's advice.

"Martial arts, when practiced diligently, will make your whole self stronger. You'll find balance, confidence, and self discipline. It took me a while to figure out exactly why that was, but practicing the different forms is calming. You'll get it and be happier for it."

Billy could almost see himself reciting something very similar to Jason long ago. And he knew it was true---how happy had he been when he'd finally earned a belt, then another one? It meant a lot to someone who hadn't had any natural talent.

"You have the idea in mind already. We can just teach you moves that won't trip you up."

"Eeee. Rrr-enne do! Rrrr-enne wahn-t do li-ke Bee ahn-d Tarrr-Tarrr! Rrrr-enne wahn-t do li-ke Bee-Rrrrayn-jurrrr ahn-d Tarrr-Tarrr, li-ke Sohrrr-Doo say."

All right, so it's a minute before he can rein in his childish excitement and quit almost-hopping in place. Although his skin still gives off some colour-flashes, he's doing his best to regain a serious demeanour. Just....don't mind the little stray things that escape his control. They're childish fancies that likely, will never be.

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?"

"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?"

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.

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.

"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?"

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"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?"

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."

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"Oooooh."

Chirp-trill. The ears twitch forward.

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

Wow, a lot of creatures on the ship with no idea what a wheelchair is. At some point, Tavros will have to ask what these people do if they're disabled.

"Oh, it's just a... device, that I use, to get around. Because I can't walk."

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"Eee? Yeu ge-t hurrr-ted? Haow it do?"

Oh my, the healer's instinct. But, he reins it in with curiosity and a reminder to himself that maybe, Tav is a lot like himself. Born a way and unable to change.

"Uh, FLARP accident. It happened awhile ago."

He seems to think that's a good enough explanation and leaves it at that.

"What exactly are you? I don't think, um, there are any other people like you on the ship."

"Farrrrp? Wha-t tha-t be?"

Chirp. Don't mind him, he's investigating and being curious. Oh, that question...Might as well answer it as best he knows how.

Thus, backing up a bit, the oddity Transcends right there. Hi, Tavros. Meet a Multiversal anomaly that technically shouldn't exist: Living emotion.

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

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

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

((I couldn't tell at first if he was blind or just really concentrating XD))

(( LOL newp, he's true-blind. Without cane-training though, it gets weird.))

((okay, I'm curious, what's true-blind? Born that way?))

(( LOL. I use that to denote that Renne has no "secondsight" or other things that cancel stuff out))