INTRO LOG

[ii2cariiot]

Characters: The Psiioniic and YOU
Setting: Wandering
Format: Also up to the tagger
Summary: The Psiioniic is wandering and exploring his new surroundings, and is also lost. THESE AREN'T MY GLASSES.
Warning: He doesn't have shoes on.

[At first he hadn't moved much when he awoke. Like someone laying awake in bed in the early hours of the morning. A child unable to go back to bed while dismissing the notion of having to get up. At least, that's what every fiber of his being seemed to spell out. In actuality, he'd been waiting. Waiting for permission, a command, anything that guaranteed it was okay to move about.

When it didn't come and didn't come, he finally took the initiative to get up and wander on his own. The situation didn't seem to frighten him, or faze him. Instead, it piqued his curiosity and blue/red eyes quietly observed the floors. Acknowledging things in some hidden understanding.

Perhaps he is simply lost and there is no universal truth in which he seeks.

Or perhaps it is because he is barefoot and moving to keep them warm.]

Comments

[ii2cariiot]

Why? Everything has blood and dirt on it.

I am so, so sorry.

[mutab1e]

Which is why you clean things! Is this new knowledge to you?! [He is practically squeaking by this point.]

nooo why are you apologizing

[ii2cariiot]

I am not a slave who cleans, I am a worker and a builder.

I tend to whenever he gets this way, sigh #overreactivemuseproblems

[mutab1e]

Surely you've known of the concept? [He passes right over the 'slave' part.]

dont beee hes a cutie

[ii2cariiot]

The process of cleaning oneself? Sure. Anyone knows that.

OK you know what, this has gone on long enough, time to bust out the nag icon

[mutab1e]

--Well, yes, of course, but what about everything else?

ffff

[ii2cariiot]

Everything...else?

[mutab1e]

[...]

[Siiiigh.]

[He seems to calm down enough to explain, which isn't very much, but it's a start.]

The walls. Floor. Ceiling. Furniture. They collect bacteria just as your skin does.

[ii2cariiot]

Buildings get destroyed by other trolls. No point in cleaning something that will eventually catch on fire.

[SUCH LOGIC.]

[mutab1e]

Have you never lived in a hive? [Serious question. There is no possible way this troll has gone to adulthood without understanding simple concepts like sanitation. It just cannot be.] Before it catches on fire, then you dwell in it, don't you? You need to take care of it or else you'll fall apart before the building does!

[ii2cariiot]

I've never lived in a hive. I've lived in the sheds and before that, the wilderness.

[mutab1e]

[He sighs again.]

...Then I suppose you wouldn't understand.

[ii2cariiot]

I'm sorry.

[Better not tell this kid that he doesn't know how to make a bed or clean a room... actually are they room mates? because its a good thing they're not or this kid would flip his lid constantly.]

[mutab1e]

[Mercifully, no they are not... but you're on the right track there, Psiioniic. Otherwise Equius would drag you right back to their shared respiteblock and wouldn't let you leave until you learn simple domestic skills.]

...What number is your respiteblock?

[Whoops, too late.]

[ii2cariiot]

Third floor, room sixteen. Why?

[Oops.]

[mutab1e]

Because this is not a thing you can just go on not knowing anymore. Please follow me. [And he heads right back for the staircase.]

[ii2cariiot]

[Well, he did say please. So, he follows anyways. Man he's like a small child following an adult.]

What are we doing?

[mutab1e]

We're going back to your respiteblock. [But they're stopping at one of the closets first, to gather supplies. Looks like today's going to be spent... dusting! Isn't that fun!]

[ii2cariiot]

But why? [HE IS JUST. staring at Equius but he's not protesting anything, notice that.]

[mutab1e]

I already told you. Circumstances are different now, and you can't depend on the drones to clean up after you -- or... or not clean at all. [He shudders.] So I'm going to show you a few things.

[This troll is a yellowblood, even if he's an adult yellowblood, so it shouldn't be too far out of line to treat him like this, right? He'd already been told by his blueblooded self that he ought to act like this more often, and even if he didn't have enough courage to do it in front of highbloods, someone of the same caste seemed like as good a start as any.]

[ii2cariiot]

[Even if it was, it's not like Psii is telling him no and flying the fuck out of there. For one thing, he had no control over his powers which is why the adult might have been more inclined to listen to the other yellowblood despite being a child. Clearly someone who seemed more capable was the higher color of yellow here.]

I never depended on drones for anything... Our color doesn't get drones.

[mutab1e]

In this tower, I mean. Have you noticed the people with red collars? They are supposed to tend to things like that, but their assistance could stop at any time, and then we'd all just be living in an oinkbeast sty because no one can be bothered to clean up after themselves.

[Well hey, Psii, if it makes you feel any better, Equius has no powers at all.]

[ii2cariiot]

...what about people with blue collars? Am I supposed to do something?

[No that doesn't make him feel any better at all weeps.]

[mutab1e]

Not that I know of. Red is the only color that seems to have a designated job. No one seems to understand what the rest of the colors are for.

[Also redcollars are more like zombies than people, but don't mind that.]

[ii2cariiot]

Oh. Have you tried asking the people in charge?

[You can tell he's new here.]