FIRST LOG.

[silentasterisk]

Who: *Hyun-ae, anyone who runs across her!
When: Day 1, sometime in the mid-afternoon.
What: *Hyun-ae has a body. She is appropriately freaking the fuck out about it, but not because it's dead, because it's a body, and she hates having a body.
Where: Her room (which is shared with Alphys, at present), feel free to hear her shrill screams across the way.

Warnings: Mention of... a dead body, possible allusions to Hate Story spoilers, AKA *Hyun-ae's backstory which contains mentions of: heavy abuse, graphic violence, murder, suicide, genocide/death, and sexual acts. Yes. All that. Please see my permissions.

[ A sudden, sharp inhale, and *Hyun-ae awakens. There's no whirring, no feeling of her processors... well, processing. It's all very convoluted. She's breathing, which in and of itself, is a problem that she wants to correct. Oh, sure, she can set up a program to mimic needing to breathe, but she has little to no need to do such things; she's an AI.

Artificial beings don't NEED to breathe.

No, the greater problem here is that she is in an unfamiliar place, not inside the ship's computer at all. Did someone download her and shove her into another drive? Is she in... AI space prison for what she did, her crimes catching up to her at last? No, she thinks, if that was the case, why in the name of the emperor would she be... feeling quite so much? She closes a hand, opens it, and throws off the covers.

Dinosaur pajamas. A hastily stitched wound on her chest. A slightly off skintone she barely recognizes. A small red ring around her finger... there's... is this... why are there TEARS in this? She feels the body. It feels almost clammy. Then, she notices it: an odd injury. A stab wound. Finally, unable to contain her incredible terror anymore, *Hyun-ae does the only sensible thing left to the poor AI:

She shrieks. She shrieks as loud as she possibly can, as long as she can, burying her hands into her hair. And when she's done letting out that long scream, she begins yelling hysterical words, tugging the long, dark, messy hair at her head, fumbling out of the bed and onto the floor. Mirror. Mirror. She needs to. Needs... needs to... make sure... she keeps it. Her...

She touches her throat. It's okay. She's got it. She's fine, she's fine.

But no matter how hard she tries to force the core programs inside herself to CALM DOWN, she can't. She's still hysterical, still upset. Someone is gonna have to calm this girl down, she's in tears. No. No, no no no no no nononononononono. She doesn't WANT to be in a body. She doesn't WANT to be in a BODY-- ]

SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS ISN'T RIGHT... THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!

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hi roomie

[hikikosaurus]

[Things Alphys expected today: walking down the halls of her lab to deliver their food, testing some more explosives, spending some time in the End chamber to see if she can figure out something her predecessors never did, maybe managing to hide her mood from Undyne.

Things she never expected: been abducted by aliens??? Aliens, or something else with the kind of power to bypass the barrier. It's practically beyond comprehension. And so is their taste in movies.

She'd first spent a while in the first courtyard, asking if anybody else knew anything more, and trying not to panic. Then a little time in the kitchen, looking for something to eat and steady her nerves with... and finally, just enough time in the hobby room to realize it was completely hopeless.

Finally, she gave up, and now she's heading down the hall with her bedroom key in hand. Here was hoping that her kidnappers were nice enough to bring some of her things from home. And... Well. She really wishes she'd made similar requests for her test subjects. If their captors ever let her go, the first thing she's doing -- or at least strongly thinking about doing before panicking at the idea of anyone asking why she was doing it -- is improving the living area in the labs so they've got things to do all day.

So of course with that in mind, someone starts screaming. Crying for help, repeating themselves like Lemonbread... The similarity sends a chill down her spine.]

H-h-hold on! I'm c-coming!

[She jogs toward the screaming, and it's coming from her room. Oh god, could it actually be one of them in there? But if it is, she needs to help them calm down before anybody realizes they're here. She fumbles with the key in the lock without even checking if it is locked, and finally gets it opened.

The person in there, screaming from the floor... well, they're not anybody she recognizes. So that's something.]

What's wrong??

[social_insect]

[Cue Jan running towards the sound of screaming]

Whoa, hey! Is everything okay! Of course it isn't, you're screaming! What's wrong?

OKAY EXTREMELY LATE BUT I WAS EXCITED FOR THIS. AM HERE NOW.

[theserpentsmiles]

[Screaming. High-pitched; as sustained as it is probably a girl. Or woman. And, as high-tension as he was, as he still is, the first thing that comes to Nagisa's mind is the memory of way too much blood flying through the air and one of his classmates hitting the ground, and exhausted and drained as he is he's on his feet and out the door before he knows it.

It doesn't hit him first that this is a bedroom, or that one occupant is decidedly not human. It hits him that the screaming girl is not, in fact, Kayano Kaede. With that bit of relief tucked in his chest, he just...takes a deep breath and a good look. He walks, slowly, toward her bed. He'll stop if she freaks out more in response, but his guess is she won't even register he's there until he actually makes contact.

Which, if he's allowed to get close enough, won't be physical - not yet. He just settles himself, harmless as a mouse, on the floor near the foot of the bed. Her tells are all over the place and he doesn't know the cause.]

Miss... Please breathe. One deep breath, then tell me what's wrong.