[ Rec room time! There's a set-up for Tw*ster that Metis seems to be looking over with a quiet mumble ]
Don't think these old bones of mine will be capable of this... [ Their helm raises with a ! when they realize they have company. ] Ah, Sir Viktor. Curious of what kind of games we have in store here?
[ because I thought it would be funny for Viktor and Metis to both just 🧍♂️
That's fine his nerd eyes are perceiving though, Metis is equally as curious and looking around! ] Viktor, then.
[ A shy... Metis is patient with warm pleasantries. ]
That's right. There are some of the physical sense, play cards, provided game pieces... but there are also those of the digital quality. I'm not much of a, as Thebe puts it, "gamer" so I thought I may as well try my hand while the opportunity is there.
[He wanders over to 🧍♂️ with Metis by the Tw*ster game. There's no way in hell either of them are going to be playing this thing.]
I see.
[The Itch appears now. He abandons poor Metis to go to the side with the physical games. He exchanges the crutch to the left arm so he can use his right one to pick through some of the things curiously.]
Do you play regular games?
[Pulling out a Rub*k's Cube. Oh, bad. Too familiar. Quickly putting it back. (kombuncha girl face) Hold on... actually. Pulling it back out again to look at it!]
[ Tw*ster is being abandoned, goodbye. Metis will follow along with a curious tilt of their helm before they rummage a little through themselves. ]
Oh hardly, much too busy with work, and even before being stationed here I was too busy drowning under paperwork than to play a game or two. [ Said with a bit of amusement. Also just. Watching Viktor Kombuncha the Rub*k's Cube. Girl you good? ]
My knowledge is limited to a few card games and mahjong. I'm more of the kind to stick my nose in a book.
anyways io is here in the medbay just with a small tool kit working on one of the pods. it's up and running, a soft glow leaving it, so maybe this is just some last-minute tweaking/tightening. they'll just turn their helm to look at him and pause mid-pull. ]
Why is this man so shy when he will look like that in the future? Ig shyness is not mutually exclusive from being a mask wearer. He comes in with the same initial timidity Metis also got.
But curious! He can't keep the nerdy eyeballs from looking around.]
Hello... Several people have made it their life's mission for me to speak with you apparently.
his nerdy eyeballs make look around. it is very modern for the most part, but towards the desk area, it looks like there are a few more creature comforts like some tea in a cup, a leather-bound journal. ]
Their life's mission. What a mission indeed. [ pulling the tool away, they get up and just nudge the hatch shut with the toe of their metal leg ] Is there something I can do for you here? Or did you simply wish to... "hang out."
[He stands still at one of the pods for a moment, looking it over with a clinical sort of intrigue. He rests his hand on the top, as if this will somehow tell him more, and then he finally glances up.]
Um, I'm afraid I'm not... ah, spectacular company. I came to inquire about the nanites. We don't have such things where I'm from, so I'm curious. I wanted to see the med bay Eunhyuk mentioned as well.
[He's looking at their metal leg with the same clinical intrigue before realizing he's staring, so he glances away.]
...I guess the others wanted me to figure out my health, but that's less important to me right now.
Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm colors from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with a repeating support arches protruded and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines softly at the center, but the focus of the room is not there.
Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]
[AKI CAN ONLY BE BLAMED FOR THIS. ALSO NOT THIS DUETTTT.
The room startles him. He's not sure what he's expecting after Dahut's warning, but it definitely isn't a bright and open dome with two little kids playing piano. He stands there, perplexed, curious.
Forces him to have a cane in dreamland so he can use it to walk a little more toward the kids. Not too close, but not as far as before. He stands there and listens to them for a long time, and then he tips his head back to look in awe up at the structure of the building.]
[ i love that the grave just has the most unhinged lore and that is millions knives is an npc, hating on every human on the ship
It is a very plain, yet awe-inspiring room just because of the renaissance-esque lighting. The lighting is truly all it has. Aside from the protruding arches, there really is nothing in here but the piano. It's humble, simple, and perhaps paints an ideal—a desire... A desperate longing for what used to be. Whoever this Callisto is, he needs nothing else than what we see here.
For now, the children don't notice because of how loudly and confidently they play their song. Viktor can get a better look at them. You already know who they are, but I suppose I need to describe. Two twins, blond... One more vibrant than the other, both identical otherwise in their haircuts and clothing, but mirrored. At the end of their song, Viktor can hear them laugh. One of them chides the other, telling them that they need to be more disciplined in their playing. The reaction is that isn't it about having fun?
The banter is innocent, playful. Viktor would be able to close his eyes and he'd still know that they're close. ]
Viktor has never had a sibling (in before Arcane S2 gives him one in a backstory), but he does still understands, as a human, the feelings of watching the two boys together when his eyes return to them. It's sweet, and it's also a little bittersweet. He didn't exactly even have friends to share a moment like this with.
His partial smile is weak.
It feels wrong to break their happy peace, and he somehow understands it's a fragile shard of glass in time and forgets it may simply be that all at once. He doesn't see anyone else around... so he carefully and quietly takes half a step back and turns like he'll leave.]
[ hi anna ♥ i may be slow but I MISS VIKTOR so here we go.
as he makes his selection in the holodeck, viktor will feel it, the world around him twisting and warping. he will find himself suddenly aware that the scenery around him is dark and then slowly, one by one, candles reveal a circular room, the walls covered in books, some draped in deep red curtains. a young woman dressed in gold is asleep atop a piano stationed in a corner, disused and old, her posture making her look more feline than human. a man with dark hair is stood by a shelf, parsing through the tomes, a dark patchwork snakeskin coat draped over his shoulders.
too busy to speak, the man points toward the spiraling stairs that sprawl upwards with a black gloved hand, but viktor will find that simply stepping to the first one will take him upwards without effort should he choose to climb it. a dream is a dream after all, a calling, it is mutable and changes. ]
[YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BEAT RESTING BEATS YOU WITH A BROOM
OH! Yet another share which immediately makes him so damn distracted because he is truly trying to look at everything around him, curious and nosy. BOOKS?! He startled to see... people? But they don't appear to be ready to bother him, so he is quiet.
His eyes follow the indication, and he approaches the stairs, but hesitates. Not because it's difficult to go up them, it is a dream, but because he doesn't know what waits for him at the top exactly.
But he steps onto the first one, and suddenly, he is just zipping up them to the top.]
[ you are making it worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't beat me!!!!!! <3
they do not seem to want to give vikky the time of day it seems, so he is free to roam up those stairs, where the door is already creaking open. there's a golden light that shines in through a round window, and leaning against that window, a figure resting on their forearms, just slowly scrubbing at their eyes. in this room - a bed with an old quilt, a map of a town, a long desk where stands a microscope and multiple notebooks, vials of red liquid, pills scattered... though as the door opens, they turn their head, eyes widening briefly. ]
[the fact i wrote beat in there twice too by accident
At the top, he squints gently into the room. His eyes latch onto everything first, quick and fleeting, until the last one happens to be a person. He startles. Like with Knives, it feels as if he's intruded on a private place, and he supposes that's true considering it's like a dream.
His eyes immediately dip down to the floor, like he's seen something he shouldn't.]
--Sorry. I...
[Hesitantly, his eyes lift again, slowly. His brows furrow.]
Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on the innards of a large vessel. It's mechanical in nature, shaped for transportation—it's a space ship. The lights are dim, but instead of a sanitized white light it's a low emergency red. All along the walls are embedded biomes housing angelic and alien-like creatures. They're lacking life, face distorted as they go through silent throes.
Viktor is placed on the bridge... And ahead is a familiar silhouette on a connecting platform. They have a pink-magenta cube in their hand as they witness the creatures' dying moments. ]
The ship... is less surreal thanks to the Eudora, but the chambers with the creatures and the awful red warning lights make his heart leap into his throat. He stumbles to the closest one in his hurry, his reflection in the glass horrified. They don't look like Rio, but they remind him very much of Rio. He touches the surface as if he could truly do anything--about this at all, about a dream.]
No...
[He looks at the rest, at all the rest, and each one is just as terrible as the last. All Rio. All dying. He catches sight of the figure at the end and starts making a beeline for them.]
[ The red domes become darker, much like the creatures inside of them. They reach out, palm on the glass, as their forms petrify and immortalize their death. Their extra limbs are splayed and frayed, reminiscent of an angel. Viktor leaves them, so he can see them become a statue when their biome finally becomes ashy black.
He rotates the cube in his hand as he keeps his gaze on the domes before shifting his eyes. ]
My sisters are being drained the last of their life for human survival. The last run, the scientists termed it.
[Worriedly stunned, he glances at the cube in Knives' hand--doesn't like that Hex Core looking thing--but the words distract him into turning around to glance back at the chambers again. His expression pinches, falls.]
No...
[He's human, but he doesn't like this!!] How do we... [Well, that's pointless, isn't it? Here. He wants to stop it.]
This is... a memory? [He glances again at Knives.] This has already happened...?
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W1 MONDAY
Don't think these old bones of mine will be capable of this... [ Their helm raises with a ! when they realize they have company. ] Ah, Sir Viktor. Curious of what kind of games we have in store here?
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Sorry that he comes in with his nerd eyes going in every single direction.] Just Viktor is fine... [DISTRACTED!! And maybe a bit shy? It's fine.
The very quick dismissal of the jock side of the room. Sorry, not for him.]
Games?
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That's fine his nerd eyes are perceiving though, Metis is equally as curious and looking around! ] Viktor, then.
[ A shy... Metis is patient with warm pleasantries. ]
That's right. There are some of the physical sense, play cards, provided game pieces... but there are also those of the digital quality. I'm not much of a, as Thebe puts it, "gamer" so I thought I may as well try my hand while the opportunity is there.
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I see.
[The Itch appears now. He abandons poor Metis to go to the side with the physical games. He exchanges the crutch to the left arm so he can use his right one to pick through some of the things curiously.]
Do you play regular games?
[Pulling out a Rub*k's Cube. Oh, bad. Too familiar. Quickly putting it back. (kombuncha girl face) Hold on... actually. Pulling it back out again to look at it!]
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Oh hardly, much too busy with work, and even before being stationed here I was too busy drowning under paperwork than to play a game or two. [ Said with a bit of amusement. Also just. Watching Viktor Kombuncha the Rub*k's Cube. Girl you good? ]
My knowledge is limited to a few card games and mahjong. I'm more of the kind to stick my nose in a book.
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W1 MONDAY
anyways io is here in the medbay just with a small tool kit working on one of the pods. it's up and running, a soft glow leaving it, so maybe this is just some last-minute tweaking/tightening. they'll just turn their helm to look at him and pause mid-pull. ]
Morning. Need something?
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Why is this man so shy when he will look like that in the future? Ig shyness is not mutually exclusive from being a mask wearer. He comes in with the same initial timidity Metis also got.
But curious! He can't keep the nerdy eyeballs from looking around.]
Hello... Several people have made it their life's mission for me to speak with you apparently.
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his nerdy eyeballs make look around. it is very modern for the most part, but towards the desk area, it looks like there are a few more creature comforts like some tea in a cup, a leather-bound journal. ]
Their life's mission. What a mission indeed. [ pulling the tool away, they get up and just nudge the hatch shut with the toe of their metal leg ] Is there something I can do for you here? Or did you simply wish to... "hang out."
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Um, I'm afraid I'm not... ah, spectacular company. I came to inquire about the nanites. We don't have such things where I'm from, so I'm curious. I wanted to see the med bay Eunhyuk mentioned as well.
[He's looking at their metal leg with the same clinical intrigue before realizing he's staring, so he glances away.]
...I guess the others wanted me to figure out my health, but that's less important to me right now.
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W2 WEDNESDAY
Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm colors from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with a repeating support arches protruded and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines softly at the center, but the focus of the room is not there.
Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]
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The room startles him. He's not sure what he's expecting after Dahut's warning, but it definitely isn't a bright and open dome with two little kids playing piano. He stands there, perplexed, curious.
Forces him to have a cane in dreamland so he can use it to walk a little more toward the kids. Not too close, but not as far as before. He stands there and listens to them for a long time, and then he tips his head back to look in awe up at the structure of the building.]
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It is a very plain, yet awe-inspiring room just because of the renaissance-esque lighting. The lighting is truly all it has. Aside from the protruding arches, there really is nothing in here but the piano. It's humble, simple, and perhaps paints an ideal—a desire... A desperate longing for what used to be. Whoever this Callisto is, he needs nothing else than what we see here.
For now, the children don't notice because of how loudly and confidently they play their song. Viktor can get a better look at them. You already know who they are, but I suppose I need to describe. Two twins, blond... One more vibrant than the other, both identical otherwise in their haircuts and clothing, but mirrored. At the end of their song, Viktor can hear them laugh. One of them chides the other, telling them that they need to be more disciplined in their playing. The reaction is that isn't it about having fun?
The banter is innocent, playful. Viktor would be able to close his eyes and he'd still know that they're close. ]
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Viktor has never had a sibling (in before Arcane S2 gives him one in a backstory), but he does still understands, as a human, the feelings of watching the two boys together when his eyes return to them. It's sweet, and it's also a little bittersweet. He didn't exactly even have friends to share a moment like this with.
His partial smile is weak.
It feels wrong to break their happy peace, and he somehow understands it's a fragile shard of glass in time and forgets it may simply be that all at once. He doesn't see anyone else around... so he carefully and quietly takes half a step back and turns like he'll leave.]
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W3 THURS
as he makes his selection in the holodeck, viktor will feel it, the world around him twisting and warping. he will find himself suddenly aware that the scenery around him is dark and then slowly, one by one, candles reveal a circular room, the walls covered in books, some draped in deep red curtains. a young woman dressed in gold is asleep atop a piano stationed in a corner, disused and old, her posture making her look more feline than human. a man with dark hair is stood by a shelf, parsing through the tomes, a dark patchwork snakeskin coat draped over his shoulders.
too busy to speak, the man points toward the spiraling stairs that sprawl upwards with a black gloved hand, but viktor will find that simply stepping to the first one will take him upwards without effort should he choose to climb it. a dream is a dream after all, a calling, it is mutable and changes. ]
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OH! Yet another share which immediately makes him so damn distracted because he is truly trying to look at everything around him, curious and nosy. BOOKS?! He startled to see... people? But they don't appear to be ready to bother him, so he is quiet.
His eyes follow the indication, and he approaches the stairs, but hesitates. Not because it's difficult to go up them, it is a dream, but because he doesn't know what waits for him at the top exactly.
But he steps onto the first one, and suddenly, he is just zipping up them to the top.]
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they do not seem to want to give vikky the time of day it seems, so he is free to roam up those stairs, where the door is already creaking open. there's a golden light that shines in through a round window, and leaning against that window, a figure resting on their forearms, just slowly scrubbing at their eyes. in this room - a bed with an old quilt, a map of a town, a long desk where stands a microscope and multiple notebooks, vials of red liquid, pills scattered... though as the door opens, they turn their head, eyes widening briefly. ]
A visitor... I should be used to this by now.
[ a small nod. ]
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At the top, he squints gently into the room. His eyes latch onto everything first, quick and fleeting, until the last one happens to be a person. He startles. Like with Knives, it feels as if he's intruded on a private place, and he supposes that's true considering it's like a dream.
His eyes immediately dip down to the floor, like he's seen something he shouldn't.]
--Sorry. I...
[Hesitantly, his eyes lift again, slowly. His brows furrow.]
Io...?
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W5 MONDAY
Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on the innards of a large vessel. It's mechanical in nature, shaped for transportation—it's a space ship. The lights are dim, but instead of a sanitized white light it's a low emergency red. All along the walls are embedded biomes housing angelic and alien-like creatures. They're lacking life, face distorted as they go through silent throes.
Viktor is placed on the bridge... And ahead is a familiar silhouette on a connecting platform. They have a pink-magenta cube in their hand as they witness the creatures' dying moments. ]
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The ship... is less surreal thanks to the Eudora, but the chambers with the creatures and the awful red warning lights make his heart leap into his throat. He stumbles to the closest one in his hurry, his reflection in the glass horrified. They don't look like Rio, but they remind him very much of Rio. He touches the surface as if he could truly do anything--about this at all, about a dream.]
No...
[He looks at the rest, at all the rest, and each one is just as terrible as the last. All Rio. All dying. He catches sight of the figure at the end and starts making a beeline for them.]
What's happening?
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[ The red domes become darker, much like the creatures inside of them. They reach out, palm on the glass, as their forms petrify and immortalize their death. Their extra limbs are splayed and frayed, reminiscent of an angel. Viktor leaves them, so he can see them become a statue when their biome finally becomes ashy black.
He rotates the cube in his hand as he keeps his gaze on the domes before shifting his eyes. ]
My sisters are being drained the last of their life for human survival. The last run, the scientists termed it.
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No...
[He's human, but he doesn't like this!!] How do we... [Well, that's pointless, isn't it? Here. He wants to stop it.]
This is... a memory? [He glances again at Knives.] This has already happened...?
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Have you savored your time alive and returned?
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Yes... [Glancing at him.] They're working on the others, right?
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[ As promised. ]
If the scientist's formula is worth anything, it will work.
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...What about Vash?
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