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towerofanimus2012-08-18 08:09 pm
immortalia) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-18 08:09 pm
[open] fixing what was broken.
Characters: Sertoria Cani and you!
Setting: Infirmary, then leading to floor one.
Format: Prose, but I can match.
Summary: Sertoria revives after being a nuclear reactor for a bit. Her first thought is to fix Mr. Fusion for Doc.
Warnings: Small mention of death.
How long was she out for? She didn't know, but what she did remember was taking out a huge wave of monsters and then shutting off to protect her systems. A groan escaped her lips before her eyes opened and she looked around to see where she was.
System SPERO is online. Welcome back, CXEV50--
What more her program could say was interrupted as she placed her hand around her headset and turned it off. Sertoria rose from the station she was hooked up to and blinked. Okay, she was still in the tower. That was...good? At this point, she didn't know if being here was better than being at Quaeda.
... Okay, no. Quaeda was better, especially when she had Drusilla at her side. Or was it really with the constant threat of her creators wanting to deactivate and terminate her completely?
The more she thought about it, the more confusing things gotten and her brow furled in confusion. Quaeda or the Tower? Tower or Quaeda? Oh, forget it! She got back up on her feet and looked around in thought. Right, she promised to fix Mr. Fusion for the Doc since it was her fault that it was inoperable.
She knew the basics of the device, but not the intimate details. Hm, well, it shouldn't be that hard in the first place. So, as she gathered up what usable items she could find, she wandered into the cafeteria and made herself a nice little workstation in a corner of the large area and began to work on the device.
She didn't need to eat, since she would only be wasting the food that was provided. So, instead she opted to hum a soft tune as she worked. At least she was still useful and not a bucket of bolts.
Setting: Infirmary, then leading to floor one.
Format: Prose, but I can match.
Summary: Sertoria revives after being a nuclear reactor for a bit. Her first thought is to fix Mr. Fusion for Doc.
Warnings: Small mention of death.
How long was she out for? She didn't know, but what she did remember was taking out a huge wave of monsters and then shutting off to protect her systems. A groan escaped her lips before her eyes opened and she looked around to see where she was.
System SPERO is online. Welcome back, CXEV50--
What more her program could say was interrupted as she placed her hand around her headset and turned it off. Sertoria rose from the station she was hooked up to and blinked. Okay, she was still in the tower. That was...good? At this point, she didn't know if being here was better than being at Quaeda.
... Okay, no. Quaeda was better, especially when she had Drusilla at her side. Or was it really with the constant threat of her creators wanting to deactivate and terminate her completely?
The more she thought about it, the more confusing things gotten and her brow furled in confusion. Quaeda or the Tower? Tower or Quaeda? Oh, forget it! She got back up on her feet and looked around in thought. Right, she promised to fix Mr. Fusion for the Doc since it was her fault that it was inoperable.
She knew the basics of the device, but not the intimate details. Hm, well, it shouldn't be that hard in the first place. So, as she gathered up what usable items she could find, she wandered into the cafeteria and made herself a nice little workstation in a corner of the large area and began to work on the device.
She didn't need to eat, since she would only be wasting the food that was provided. So, instead she opted to hum a soft tune as she worked. At least she was still useful and not a bucket of bolts.
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He smiled still, she looked pretty... happy? And after all, a scientist's purpose in life is to make life easier. Okay, he'll keep that wince hidden, but the squeeze hurt a bit.