i;; all aboard! [ daylight is nervous during the train ride.
it's obvious by how he curls himself up into a ball, winglets folded up as to avoid whacking anyone on the head. it's obvious by how his optics are pale white from fear, dim and unfocused when he slips into deep thoughts. it's very obvious by how meddy hovers around him in concern, beeping gently as if not to spook him.
it's obvious he's nervous and he's trying to keep it hidden all the same. when he's out of his little funks, he attempts to engage with anyone he can by asking them a very simple question: ] So... One to ten... What do you think?
I think we're at a solid... seven. Yeah. A seven is pretty good with us. [ he pauses. ] Maybe an eight if I want to be really optimistic.
ii;; head is stripped just like a screw. [ it's obvious that daylight is still suffering from the side effects of his attempted merging with the subconscious. there are times he freezes up, optics wide, before he moves again since his processor has slowed to a crawl. there are times he spits out static and white noise for almost a solid minute before he can reset it and speak normally again.
and then then there are the times his audiala act up. often in the worst of times too. ]
... Sorry. [ daylight looks sheepish here, winglets shooting down in embarrassment and humiliation for this won't be the first or last time he needs to ask this: ] Can you, um, repeat that for me? I couldn't catch that bit.
iii;; oh no. ... Has anyone seen Meddy?
[ daylight is looking around, alarm evident in his features. the moment the storm started to look dangerous - felt in the ache of his joints and the uneasiness of his emission field - daylight pulled back. he didn't want to force the others to lug around a ten feet tall bot around. they had so much to do as is so-
he's just returned to the train station to get away from the potential dangers of the storm, relieved to be back somewhere safe. but as he begins to take stock of his surroundings and who else is there, he's beginning to realise something (someone) is missing. ]
Has anyone seen Meddy? [ his voice becomes louder now, rising in panic. ] Guys? Meddy? They- They were right behind us.
iv;; not the smartest thing to do. (backdated events.) [ the option for when daylight attempted to merge with the mass subconscious with very poor (yet perdictable) results. there are two suboptions to pick from.
a. when daylight is attempting the merge with some friends he made at the races, resulting in information overlord for both him and the poor native who agreed to do this with him. this is where the buildup to the event + fallout to said event can be played out.
b. when daylight finally comes back up online after he's been repaired by others. this is where others can do said repair with meddy's help or if you just wanna yell at day for the stunt he pulled despite warnings. ]
v;; wildcard!! [ want to do something else? use this prompt or hit me up via my hmd or my plurk, prognostic, if you want to plot specifics! ]
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[ daylight is nervous during the train ride.
it's obvious by how he curls himself up into a ball, winglets folded up as to avoid whacking anyone on the head. it's obvious by how his optics are pale white from fear, dim and unfocused when he slips into deep thoughts. it's very obvious by how meddy hovers around him in concern, beeping gently as if not to spook him.
it's obvious he's nervous and he's trying to keep it hidden all the same. when he's out of his little funks, he attempts to engage with anyone he can by asking them a very simple question: ] So... One to ten... What do you think?
I think we're at a solid... seven. Yeah. A seven is pretty good with us. [ he pauses. ] Maybe an eight if I want to be really optimistic.
ii;; head is stripped just like a screw.
[ it's obvious that daylight is still suffering from the side effects of his attempted merging with the subconscious. there are times he freezes up, optics wide, before he moves again since his processor has slowed to a crawl. there are times he spits out static and white noise for almost a solid minute before he can reset it and speak normally again.
and then then there are the times his audiala act up. often in the worst of times too. ]
... Sorry. [ daylight looks sheepish here, winglets shooting down in embarrassment and humiliation for this won't be the first or last time he needs to ask this: ] Can you, um, repeat that for me? I couldn't catch that bit.
iii;; oh no.
... Has anyone seen Meddy?
[ daylight is looking around, alarm evident in his features. the moment the storm started to look dangerous - felt in the ache of his joints and the uneasiness of his emission field - daylight pulled back. he didn't want to force the others to lug around a ten feet tall bot around. they had so much to do as is so-
he's just returned to the train station to get away from the potential dangers of the storm, relieved to be back somewhere safe. but as he begins to take stock of his surroundings and who else is there, he's beginning to realise something (someone) is missing. ]
Has anyone seen Meddy? [ his voice becomes louder now, rising in panic. ] Guys? Meddy? They- They were right behind us.
iv;; not the smartest thing to do. (backdated events.)
[ the option for when daylight attempted to merge with the mass subconscious with very poor (yet perdictable) results. there are two suboptions to pick from.
a. when daylight is attempting the merge with some friends he made at the races, resulting in information overlord for both him and the poor native who agreed to do this with him. this is where the buildup to the event + fallout to said event can be played out.
b. when daylight finally comes back up online after he's been repaired by others. this is where others can do said repair with meddy's help or if you just wanna yell at day for the stunt he pulled despite warnings. ]
v;; wildcard!!
[ want to do something else? use this prompt or hit me up via my hmd or my plurk, prognostic, if you want to plot specifics! ]