[ 002 | VOICE/VIDEO ] late at night

[spah]

Howdy, folks.

[It's fairly late at night. You may have heard that drawl around. Or maybe you heard about a guy with a Texan accent setting fire to a pile of lingerie in a sex shop by accident. Either or.]

So. This ain't my first time around alien technology. Last extraterrestrials I met wrecked my property and tried to kill me. Then me and some other fellas stole their guns and forcefed 'em beer until they crashed.

[nOW WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT--]

But these folks are alright by my standards. And all this... cybernetic enhancement and augmentation business has me curious:

Anybody here got something similar in 'em? Prosthetics, bionics, cybernetic enhancements... anything along them lines. And since it wouldn't be fair if I didn't meet ya'll halfway--

[Video comes on. It's a downward shot of Engineer sitting at a desk chair, his device's camera pointed at his skeleton-like metal hand. He open and closes the fist, splays fingers out, turns them over - and wiggles them.]

This here's the Gunslinger. Pretty as you please. Designed by my grandfather, built by me. Oh, and there's my heart too, but... can't exactly pop that open for y'all. Heheh.

Anyway, I'm just curious. I been thinkin' about how different places come up with different ways to fix the parts we've either lost... or wanna improve on. One way or another.

[And, after a pause--]

While I'm at it... can anyone tell me a decent area to buy garage space? [Prismagram is: Now Looking For Recommendations.]

Comments

[hopefanatic]

Unfortunately I'm not very mechanically-inclined myself, so I'm not the right person to ask. Some kind of metal, but anything more specific than that I can't answer for sure. I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

[He hadn't asked too many questions at the time anyway. It was better than what he had it's place previously, and that was all he cared about.]

And there wasn't any problem with your body rejecting the heart belonging to a different species? Fascinating.

[spah]

That's alright. Still looks like damn good craftsmanship. Function about the same as a regular hand? Or do you got... "upgrades"?

Nope. Same fella's always had a fancy for shoving animals parts into people. Think he figured out tissue rejection a long time ago.

[hopefanatic]

Oh no, nothing fancy! He was really pushing for a rocket-powered fist, but we were a little pressed for time.

[And there was frankly no way he was letting him go that overboard with the whole thing. Putting extra weird bits in the hand could have lead to even more issues in the long run, after all.]

"Always"? That's an odd thing to have a habit for, but I guess I don't have any right to judge! [he definitely doesn't given what he's done to his own body.] That's truly amazing, though! I'm really surrounded by such talented people here!

[spah]

Shame. Functioning hand's still a functioning hand, no argument there. But somethin' extra never hurts. That's the fun of it.

You're right, you don't.

[Have a right to judge, he means. It's said fairly neutrally. Not annoyed, just stating facts. Says a man who chopped his own hand off for fun and forcefed beer to aliens. He chuckles anyway.]

Said fella's not here, but you ain't lyin' about talented people.

[hopefanatic]

[Nagito doesn't seem at all deterred, seemingly more than contented to be distracted with the topic of talent. That's definitely one of his trigger words, so now he's in ramble mode.]

It's really such an honor. The thought of how inspiring everyone here is makes me get all jittery!

[spah]

That excited, huh?

[hopefanatic]

Of course, how could I not be!?

Not that I wasn't already surrounded by amazing people back home of course, but here it's almost overwhelming! I only hope that I can be of use to everyone, you know? It's almost hard to know where to start.

[spah]

Think most people are pretty well taken care of in place like this. Reckon you don't gotta worry of bein' "of use" to anyone. If you're tryin' to figure out what to do around here, though, I'd say start with what ya like.

[hopefanatic]

Well I like being of use, it's the most someone like me can do. And if I can help anyone work towards a brighter hope together that would be even better.

[spah]

So do you have like...

Anything specific in mind, or.

[hopefanatic]

Hmm... Maybe! But it's hard to plan too much without still really understanding why we're here, you know? They claim that it's a mystery to them, but doesn't that just seem a little too convenient?

[He chuckles.]

I mean if they really do just like having all of us around for moonlacing I'm more than happy to help anyone with that, but if there's something else they need us for I'd like them to just tell us. It's hard to be useful without direction. [Not that he doesn't have some plans of his own.]

[spah]

Don't know, son.

[Engie shrugs.]

Welp. If you're keen on it and you're askin' for ideas, go find your own direction. Volunteer at the hospital or rescue some animals or somethin'. I ain't exactly the right fella to ask.

[hopefanatic]

I'm sure I'll figure something out! Thank you though~