http://chose117.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] chose117.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-10-14 05:09 pm

A moment of silence [Open]

Stacy was never truly silent. There was the slightly audible hum of the systems, and the others in the Sensorium, to create a rather pleasing sound within the audible range of most species. But Cortana wasn't adding to that; rather she was sitting on her own created boulder, deep in thought. She'd learned quite a bit from Chief's video logs, and more still from the Library once he'd uploaded her back into Stacy's systems. It was a lot of data to process, and so she'd adopted the thinking pose some humans used. Legs pulled up to her chest, and her head resting on her knees. She looked, and felt, almost normal.

...well, normal as an AI passing as a human could get. Oh, the plant suit she'd chosen to appear to wear went a long way to making her blend in compared to her normal holographic form, but the violet tinted blue hair and bright blue eyes didn't help her to blend in. And she honestly didn't know why she'd chosen those. Nostalgia, perhaps? No, she could return to her simple AI form at any time she wanted. And it wasn't as if Stacy didn't carry some different looking people, so it wasn't to stand out. Maybe it was becuase it just felt right to look this way. A mix between a human and the AI she was.

But it didn't really matter. Even with all her processing power, sorting all the information she had taken in over the past few days would still take some time, and that time would be much better spent on figuring out just what the hell had happened then moping about why she had chosen to take this form.

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Irma was starting to feel a bit better after the whole virus incident. After being cooped up in the bus and in quarantine, she wanted to get out and do something.

She opted for the Sensoriums, entering a random one and stopping in surprise spotting Cortana.

"Woah! I'm sorry! Didn't know you were busy!" she said, panicking.

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Irma let out a relaxing sigh. At least she didn't do anything wrong. Calmed, Irma approached Cortana.

"Y'know, I... don't think we've met. My name's Irma. What's yours?" she asked, curious.

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"The same!" Irma said. "If you don't mind me asking, just WHAT were you doing?" She couldn't help but cross her arms. "Kind of an odd thing to take up that sort of pose in here. Got plenty of places to do that out there."

She hasn't realized that she was dealing with an AI at the moment.

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Tex blipped into the sensorium, more out of boredom rather than having any reason to track her fellow AI down. The boulder got a longer glance than Cortana herself did.

"You can control the whole sensorium, and a rock's the best chair you can come up with?"

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Tex snorted a little to herself. "Humans also invented chairs. I've spent more than enough time on rocks. Trust me, actual chairs are more comfortable."

[identity profile] seraphicthunder.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
The blue woman was a new face as far as Reimi could tell as she passed by Cortana's sitting place. Shifting her data pad to the side, Reimi brushed a lock of hair away from her as she approached the AI. "Are you new here?" she inquired curiously.

[identity profile] seraphicthunder.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I see." said Reimi as she rubbed her head. "I just hadn't seen you around before, but it is a big ship after all. I'm Reimi. Pleased to meet you miss...?"

[identity profile] unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Stepping into the Sensorium unit, Kelly had her bag slung over a shoulder. It contained most of her worldly possessions (read: guns) and their cleaning tools. Usually she would have taken it down to the Precint, that was the best place for weapon maintenance. But she'd felt like a change of scenery, and since the Sensorium was mostly sterile, she hardly had to worry about dust or dirt.

She hadn't known the unit was occupied, but if she was surprised to find Cortana there, she didn't betray a hint of it. It was obviously Cortana, despite the more 'human' form. She'd have recognised the AI's features anywhere. Walking over to the boulder, she set her bag down, taking a seat on the other side and pulling a rifle from the bag before speaking.

"Nice to see you looking so well."

[identity profile] unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
There was a clicking, obviously the rifle being stripped and the pieces set aside, before the Spartan reached into the bag again for her cleaning tools. It wasn't that her guns were at all dirty. A Spartan knew how to maintain their weapons after all. It was just a habit. It helped her think when her hands were moving.

"Maybe with someone who knows how to run things around, we'll be able to actually run a mission with a percentage of success that's higher than 2." She was exaggerating of course, they'd run missions with worse odds before. Still, the crew's inability to pull together for long irked her at the best of times.

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Grif liked to check in on the sensoriums, though he was always cautious about it. You never knew when Tex might be lurking in here. There was usually the chance that someone was doing something interesting or maybe even fun, so it was worth looking in.

Huh. Who was that chick? Grif didn't recognize her, though judging by the pod suit, she must be part of the crew.

...She also wasn't bad looking, come to think of it.

"Hey, you new?"
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"I thought so. I haven't seen you before," he said, coming fully into the room. "I'm Grif."

He tilted his head a little at the frown. "Something wrong?"

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[personal profile] poetrysoldier 2010-10-16 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ashley Williams much like she always did, was checking for anything unusual and seeing if she could spot anyone she knew. So it was today where she came upon Cortana sitting on a rock in the Sensorium.

She blinked once. "That can't be very comfortable."
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[personal profile] poetrysoldier 2010-10-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
The blue-violet hair made her a little suspicious but she knew a blue-skinned woman so she supposed it wasn't that strange.

"Try me. I've seen a lot of weird stuff, especially on this ship."

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