Anonymous asked: Hey want to see my impression of you? "Could you keep it down? I'm trying to be boring."
This seems to be a common assumption of me. Most either seem to believe I have no personality or fear me for the same reason- either way, I am not frequently treated as a human. I get many Robot jokes. I get many Boring jokes. I do no enjoy this practice. You must understand that I am simply doing my job. I cannot help but be this way. I am not sure if I have explained this before, but not feeling as potently as others makes me feel safe. Now that I have been this way for quite a while, I cannot imagine life without it, and have started to forget even what some facial expressions and vocal ques mean.
In short, I cannot help it. While others resorted to drinking or suicide, my mind seemed to resort to this mental state.
Yes, I may look ‘boring’ going about my daily tasks in such an emotionally muffled way- but it may be beneficial for you to next time consider that perhaps your way of thinking is far too lively.
Anonymous asked: Actually there are diseases and infections that you can only get at hospital. Trust me I'm a med student
That was not the point I was aiming for.
if you’re entirely cool with rp partners not matching length on replies, clap your hands
Anonymous asked: Haul Hydra
Why are you Hauling someone or something? Who is Hydra?
Anonymous asked: You work in a place with moving fucking statues and where a fucking planet is INSIDE a mans abdomen. I think a creepy ass cat is possible of murder.
I would agree, except that the Foundation would have something matching it’s description. Thinking that the Foundation is crawling with awful creatures that roam the halls without the slightest hint of warning, order, or classifycation is not unlike assuming that walking in a Hospital will make you ill due to the sick people in it’s rooms.
w-zzz asked: Whatever you were doing was interrupted by the intercom. It crackles to life and a chime is herd. Then when you thought that was it a dull, monotone voice starts to list off random numbers. "56...32...14...."
Gears looked up from his work. Sometimes, people would list numbers off the interom as a form of instruction to soilders and guards, but this voice sounded…different. Far too robotic to be instructions.
The numbers when on for a good twelve minutes until it stopped and there was a confused grunt, the voice sounded more human. “Hello? um..i’m not sure what this place is but its different! Um..i remember talking to someone from before. A mister Gears i think? If they hear this hello!”
"Ah, hello. How are you?" Gears still wasn’t sure if what it was, but as a Doctor from the Foundation, he was to be polite to his guests, even if they have the tendency to say large amounts of numbers over the intercom. Was it…a child? It surly wasn’t a containment breach…
"Ah yes hello! I can hear you!" She sounded very excited "Its fey and..i think i-" There was a pause then she inhaled. "This is nice! Talking to someone i mean. How are you?"
"Just fine. I assume we will continue our discussion? How are you doing today?" Gears pulled a chair over to the intercom and retrieved his clipboard from his desk drawer.
"Oh i’m good i met someone else a bit ago but he doesn’t seem to remember a lot" There was a long pause before the voice spoke again. "He identified by a number…its like numbers follow me around everywhere."
"I see. What do you mean, they ‘follow you around’? Are they physical manifestations?"
"No not literally! Just..if you do one thing for so long it almost kills you inside but you can’t stop thinking about it." Its sighs "I just..can’t stop it."
Gears scribbled a note of that down on his clipboard. This kind of behavior immediately set off a little alarm in his brain, telling him to start probing more in that direction to determine psychological health. He would have to start slowly. Discreetly. Some anomalous objects he had helped ease into Foundation life in the past were touchy when it came to their minds. “Do they ever make you feel…trapped?”
"Oh well..i am trapped but i’m still trying to find a way out of this! Don’t you worry i will get out.” It mumbled something then sighed “When is the last time we talked?”
"Yesterday. Do you not remember?" Gears’ pen hovered over the notepad, ready to write down ‘impaired memory’ should he need to.
"Sorry..just when the numbers take over i’m not sure how much time passes." Shuttering breath "And its hard when my new friends name is a number."
"Who is your new friend? Another agent?"