[ His presence in the dojo is nearly daily, always taking one of the private rooms with the programmable routines. So it's easy enough to hear the whispers of a new room being added. It's another thing entirely to be dragged into idle conversations with the other patrons. It's a great place for meditation! I got to see pictures of my family! The tea tasted like strawberries for some reason? Asks him if he's used it, answer in the negative, response of oh man you should try it. Get to relive what's most important, your reason for being here.
The cadence of speech changes from the room, to what's in it, to why it's important. The reasons each person on this base works for the Bureau. Each heartfelt memory punctuated with a further retreat. It's not an option. It'll never be one.
In the space between conversations is when he bolts back to the hallway. Time to find something else to do until the novelty dies off. Maybe the library again. ]
2. Bender, but worse.
[ You ordered something from the robot. While Bender is disastrous on best days, he is at least fast. He is not fast now. You have had the misfortune of waiting nearly ten minutes as he hides in a corner doing something-or-other. There's the smell of sub-par coffee. Wait, he moves--
To bring one large styrofoam cup to the person waiting, taking another, and immediately going back to making espresso shots one at a time, slow minute by slow minute, to fill a twenty-four ounce monstrosity. That will take another fifteen. Minimum. Do you ask for patience? Give up and steal someone's food? Or take the annoyance out on the monster who caused it, who only offers a shrug in response to your vast suffering. ]
Only three left.
3. An off-key note.
[ For all he hates dealing with crowds in small places, and for all he distrusts the Director, missing it was not an option. The whole situation has been wrong from the beginning. Absense of memory in otherwise flawless recollection. Loss of function that can't be merely written off by genetics. Fellow voyagers disappearing like they never were. A Bureau that erases all presence of itself, that hides all answers even from its own. It rubs wrong the longer it goes unanswered. But there's still a hope beyond all of the concern, a wish that it's just paranoia.
The ceremony is watched from the side, never blinking once. For all the mayhem those gloves wreaked upon everyone, they were destroyed so simply. With a tool that was up here the whole time? Assume it was actually destroyed and not just teleported elsewhere, never know with the Fantasy genre but benefit of doubt. To be destroyed, the tool needs to be greater in power to negate that relic. How does it work, how was it made in the first place, it had to have been tested, what happens after the relics are destroyed, something like this can't just be dismantled, the backlash would be too much, nothing would be capable of destroying it. What other options are there - keeping it hidden somewhere? Just letting it run loose? The whole scene makes sense logically, but it runs off-tune in way that he can't say. It's just paranoia. It isn't right. You're overthinking it.
At the cheers, he is silent. One of the other Bureau members, a Seeker or something, tries to be nice. 'Isn't this great? A relic was destroyed!' The glare they receive in return is intense enough that they scamper off to talk to someone else. Whoever's to the other side gets it next. ]
Is the Director coming back here?
4. Wildcard things
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[ His presence in the dojo is nearly daily, always taking one of the private rooms with the programmable routines. So it's easy enough to hear the whispers of a new room being added. It's another thing entirely to be dragged into idle conversations with the other patrons. It's a great place for meditation! I got to see pictures of my family! The tea tasted like strawberries for some reason? Asks him if he's used it, answer in the negative, response of oh man you should try it. Get to relive what's most important, your reason for being here.
The cadence of speech changes from the room, to what's in it, to why it's important. The reasons each person on this base works for the Bureau. Each heartfelt memory punctuated with a further retreat. It's not an option. It'll never be one.
In the space between conversations is when he bolts back to the hallway. Time to find something else to do until the novelty dies off. Maybe the library again. ]
2. Bender, but worse.
[ You ordered something from the robot. While Bender is disastrous on best days, he is at least fast. He is not fast now. You have had the misfortune of waiting nearly ten minutes as he hides in a corner doing something-or-other. There's the smell of sub-par coffee. Wait, he moves--
To bring one large styrofoam cup to the person waiting, taking another, and immediately going back to making espresso shots one at a time, slow minute by slow minute, to fill a twenty-four ounce monstrosity. That will take another fifteen. Minimum. Do you ask for patience? Give up and steal someone's food? Or take the annoyance out on the monster who caused it, who only offers a shrug in response to your vast suffering. ]
Only three left.
3. An off-key note.
[ For all he hates dealing with crowds in small places, and for all he distrusts the Director, missing it was not an option. The whole situation has been wrong from the beginning. Absense of memory in otherwise flawless recollection. Loss of function that can't be merely written off by genetics. Fellow voyagers disappearing like they never were. A Bureau that erases all presence of itself, that hides all answers even from its own. It rubs wrong the longer it goes unanswered. But there's still a hope beyond all of the concern, a wish that it's just paranoia.
The ceremony is watched from the side, never blinking once. For all the mayhem those gloves wreaked upon everyone, they were destroyed so simply. With a tool that was up here the whole time? Assume it was actually destroyed and not just teleported elsewhere, never know with the Fantasy genre but benefit of doubt. To be destroyed, the tool needs to be greater in power to negate that relic. How does it work, how was it made in the first place, it had to have been tested, what happens after the relics are destroyed, something like this can't just be dismantled, the backlash would be too much, nothing would be capable of destroying it. What other options are there - keeping it hidden somewhere? Just letting it run loose? The whole scene makes sense logically, but it runs off-tune in way that he can't say. It's just paranoia. It isn't right. You're overthinking it.
At the cheers, he is silent. One of the other Bureau members, a Seeker or something, tries to be nice. 'Isn't this great? A relic was destroyed!' The glare they receive in return is intense enough that they scamper off to talk to someone else. Whoever's to the other side gets it next. ]
Is the Director coming back here?
4. Wildcard things
[ Blah blah message me on discord (cat puns#5847), or plurk (bitchesandtrolls), or via smoke signal, or just make up something and tag me here, I am kind of a simple bitch. ]