Outside
As Seiji, Daziel, and Akemi came towards the entrance of the Joacim, Daziel twisted his heel so he could keep walking and talking to Seiji without either of them actually going anywhere. Now they were all headed towards the edge of the crater lake.
“Yes, I imagine she's very disappointed with me.” Replied Daziel, extending a hand past Seiji to take the scanner from Akemi's hand. He figured the scientist would likely be too absent-minded to notice it if she didn't say anything; and had little patience for any potential games at the moment. He went on as he pressed the scanner into his opposing palm and then back again, switching the hands he held it in as an idle motion, “As it is, we should discuss the fate of the other team when we are all together in about fifty-four minutes or so, at dinner. In the meantime, I'd like you to stay focused on getting this camp back into order and preparing your data for the meeting. There will, of course, be a meal at that time and I have taken the time to set aside some vegetable portions for you with your peculiar dietary concerns-- yes, I've done my homework on you, my boy.”
Daziel looked sideways to Seiji, then over to Akemi, before taking the scientist's hand into his own and pressing the scanner into it with a smile and a, “Say 'thank you' to Miss Koga for retrieving your scanner, and get to work, old boy. I've got much to do on my own.”
Elijah
While Alice inserted the nasal-pharyngeal tube into her patient's nose to relieve the pressure caused by the blood clot in his head, Franklin busied himself with ensuring that all the space surrounding the prisoners was clear of any implements whatsoever before he set up those volumetric fields. Greg watched the two of them work with some amusement on his features, clearly not bothered by the situation at all. As promised, Franklin left a single cigarette and a pair of matches on Greg's bed before activating a similar field for the executioner.
The contused prisoner who'd asked not to be left alone with him called out again. “I don't think this is enough, guys. I'd really rather you put me on a whole 'nother ship from this guy.”
“Y'ain't really in a position to rather anything, though, are ya?” Franklin asked with a thin-lidded grunt, activating another one of those volumetric fields. The prisoner was silent, looking down at his bare feet with a morose stare.
“You hand-roll these, old man. Where's the tobacco from?” Greg piped up, now tugging away at his cigarette.
“Grow it m'self.” Replied Franklin without looking, the cowboy moving for a sink built into the wall. “Cut it m'self. Roast it m'self. Roll it m'self.” Here, Spencer looked up from where he was washing his hands to glower at the smoking prisoner and add, “An' until you showed up, I smoked it m'self.”
In the back of the bay, Niel tried to ignore the goings on with the prisoners and just talk to Yori. He was grateful she'd visited him, and fearful that she'd have to leave at any moment in order to get everything done she needed to. With this fear in mind, the shipwright reached out for Yori and was able to get his fingers around the thin braid of hair which adorned one side of her face. Instead of just giving up and putting his hand back, the middle-aged wash-up played it off like a casual motion; rubbing the twine-like thing between his thumb and forefinger. As he toyed with her hair, Niel said, “Ah, well, Burton's your boss now. Your other boss won't even know what you've done here until you go back. And I don't think Daziel cares so much if you get the work done in a dark basement or in a crowded park so long as you get it done.”
Not wanting to let that be the first thing on her mind, Niel quickly withdrew his hand and added, “I do want to thank you for coming to check on me, Kataoka. I'm in a great deal of pain right now, even with the anasthetics... You--” He sniffed and shifted so he could look directly at her, “You're a good kid, coming to visit someone you just met this morning. You opened up, too. It's like we've known each other for a few weeks already.”
Sister Sara
At first, Sylphie responded to each poke with an adorable squeaking noise. When she began to get frustrated, though, Mako would find herself essentially poking air because the volumetric sprite had made herself, well, unvolumetric. While Mako's hand phased in and out of her body, Sylph just crossed her arms and pouted.
“I'm not invasive. You installed me.” She said, trying to crane her neck in such a way that it was turned away from both Sapphire and Mako. “And if you look at my programming, you'll see just how sophisticated I can be. So, there. Hmph. I sure hope this 'Daziel' guy is nicer than you are.”
As Seiji, Daziel, and Akemi came towards the entrance of the Joacim, Daziel twisted his heel so he could keep walking and talking to Seiji without either of them actually going anywhere. Now they were all headed towards the edge of the crater lake.
“Yes, I imagine she's very disappointed with me.” Replied Daziel, extending a hand past Seiji to take the scanner from Akemi's hand. He figured the scientist would likely be too absent-minded to notice it if she didn't say anything; and had little patience for any potential games at the moment. He went on as he pressed the scanner into his opposing palm and then back again, switching the hands he held it in as an idle motion, “As it is, we should discuss the fate of the other team when we are all together in about fifty-four minutes or so, at dinner. In the meantime, I'd like you to stay focused on getting this camp back into order and preparing your data for the meeting. There will, of course, be a meal at that time and I have taken the time to set aside some vegetable portions for you with your peculiar dietary concerns-- yes, I've done my homework on you, my boy.”
Daziel looked sideways to Seiji, then over to Akemi, before taking the scientist's hand into his own and pressing the scanner into it with a smile and a, “Say 'thank you' to Miss Koga for retrieving your scanner, and get to work, old boy. I've got much to do on my own.”
Elijah
While Alice inserted the nasal-pharyngeal tube into her patient's nose to relieve the pressure caused by the blood clot in his head, Franklin busied himself with ensuring that all the space surrounding the prisoners was clear of any implements whatsoever before he set up those volumetric fields. Greg watched the two of them work with some amusement on his features, clearly not bothered by the situation at all. As promised, Franklin left a single cigarette and a pair of matches on Greg's bed before activating a similar field for the executioner.
The contused prisoner who'd asked not to be left alone with him called out again. “I don't think this is enough, guys. I'd really rather you put me on a whole 'nother ship from this guy.”
“Y'ain't really in a position to rather anything, though, are ya?” Franklin asked with a thin-lidded grunt, activating another one of those volumetric fields. The prisoner was silent, looking down at his bare feet with a morose stare.
“You hand-roll these, old man. Where's the tobacco from?” Greg piped up, now tugging away at his cigarette.
“Grow it m'self.” Replied Franklin without looking, the cowboy moving for a sink built into the wall. “Cut it m'self. Roast it m'self. Roll it m'self.” Here, Spencer looked up from where he was washing his hands to glower at the smoking prisoner and add, “An' until you showed up, I smoked it m'self.”
In the back of the bay, Niel tried to ignore the goings on with the prisoners and just talk to Yori. He was grateful she'd visited him, and fearful that she'd have to leave at any moment in order to get everything done she needed to. With this fear in mind, the shipwright reached out for Yori and was able to get his fingers around the thin braid of hair which adorned one side of her face. Instead of just giving up and putting his hand back, the middle-aged wash-up played it off like a casual motion; rubbing the twine-like thing between his thumb and forefinger. As he toyed with her hair, Niel said, “Ah, well, Burton's your boss now. Your other boss won't even know what you've done here until you go back. And I don't think Daziel cares so much if you get the work done in a dark basement or in a crowded park so long as you get it done.”
Not wanting to let that be the first thing on her mind, Niel quickly withdrew his hand and added, “I do want to thank you for coming to check on me, Kataoka. I'm in a great deal of pain right now, even with the anasthetics... You--” He sniffed and shifted so he could look directly at her, “You're a good kid, coming to visit someone you just met this morning. You opened up, too. It's like we've known each other for a few weeks already.”
Sister Sara
At first, Sylphie responded to each poke with an adorable squeaking noise. When she began to get frustrated, though, Mako would find herself essentially poking air because the volumetric sprite had made herself, well, unvolumetric. While Mako's hand phased in and out of her body, Sylph just crossed her arms and pouted.
“I'm not invasive. You installed me.” She said, trying to crane her neck in such a way that it was turned away from both Sapphire and Mako. “And if you look at my programming, you'll see just how sophisticated I can be. So, there. Hmph. I sure hope this 'Daziel' guy is nicer than you are.”
