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[ if there's one person that has something of a habit of making grand entrances to the plane, it's this guy. first, it was hitting the ground running from an angry orange alien, and this time, he'll just be rolling in on a desk chair at a pretty high velocity, probably close to toppling ass over teacup the moment he loses any semblance of his balance, and it will be just one more instance of falling on his ass in this place that he can add to the list.

at least he's in his armor. that oughta soften the blow a little.

and anything is better than floating around in space after having nearly been blown the fuck up just because someone had neglected to tell him that the director had his own course of action should he not be able to take care of a little security bypass. that hadn't been giving him any trouble. at all. thank you, delta.

who is, of course, already bombarding him with questions in the back of his mind, and could somebody get york an aspirin, or something? he feels one hell of a headache coming on.

his chair slowly rolls to a stop, and he slumps over, elbows braced on his knees as he silently takes stock of himself. nothing hurts, his armor is intact, there's an annoying buzzing inside his head that is still finding ways to explain why it hadn't felt the need to let a certain somebody in on the fact that the director had a giant fucking laser pointed at his location for the entire duration of his mission … eh, par for the course. ]

Agent York, are you listening?

Tryin' not to, D … haven't quite worked on tunin' you out yet. Gimme a bit, and I'll have it down pat.

[ oi. ]

( ooc: this would be york's canon bump! which means he now has a certain cockbite of an ai with him, and we pre-emptively apologize for him. in entirety. )

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[Jacqli is carrying a small stack of books that she can only just see over the top of. This means she does, indeed see the floating office chair. As well as who that is in it. And she watches it skid across the plane before it eventually, slowly, rolls to its stop.

.... For the love of the Goddess.

She sets the books down on the floor - she'll return to them later - and walks over, one hand on her hip and a single eyebrow quirked.]

That may be the most impressive arrival onto the Plane I've seen.

[ oh no girlfriend no. girlfriend please no tell him you did not see that because he honestly doesn't need anyone else making fun of him today. ( because he swears up and down that's what delta had done, in his own roundabout way. )

he rolls to a stop, swivels around to face her and pulls off his helmet, hair standing on end as he grins at her. ] Think so? Could've been better, I think … but I wasn't really goin' for style so much as shock and awe.

[ oh my god. ] What's up?

[She'll be gentle. Mostly.

She closes the rest of the distance, sets the books down on the Plane floor and reaches up to smooth at his hair. (It probably doesn't work very well. But whatever.)]

Nothing of consequence. Especially compared to this. What happened?

[one thing that Menzies is not expecting today is for a desk chair to go rolling past her at a ludicrous speed. when the colour of the armour tips her off to who's on the desk chair, however, she has to admit that it's not as surprising as it might be. but it is interesting enough that she runs after it, catching up as it slows to a stop]

Agent Daytona! Looks like you've been having one 'ell of a-- [but she cuts herself off when she sees Delta floating next to him] Oh, hello. That's new.

[despite her choice of words, she isn't actually greeting Delta. she's not sure exactly what she's seeing, and she certainly isn't expecting it to be an actual person. she just looks at him curiously before turning to raise an eyebrow at York. it seems there are a few things he's going to need to explain today]

[ please do.

his eyes flutter shut for the tiniest moment when she tries to smooth his hair, and while it really doesn't do much good, it feels nice. that's all that matters in his book. ] Oh, nothin' much … I was on a mission, kinda got blasted out into space. Thought I'd come here 'cause I didn't know how long I was gonna be stuck there.

[ and here comes delta, chiming in with the obvious. ] The Directer would have been able to pinpoint your location through tracking your armor. It would have only been a matter of time before you were collected.

[ :| ] Yeah, yeah, I got that. But I didn't wanna risk bein' stuck in space with just you for company for god knows how long.

[ and now he's turning back to jacqli with an apologetic smile. ] New equipment. Don't listen to him.

[ at least he isn't running from a tabbalac this time. consider yourself lucky.

when he finally rolls to a stop, he hears her calling to him over his shoulder, and he's still placated by the fact that she's calling him by named that aren't york. ( it might take him a little while to not take comfort in that, but don't worry, it's not like he'll come right out and say it and make things awkward. )

and of course the first thing she notices is delta, which means he has some explaining to do. which he hopes to be able to do without the ai's personal commentary. ] Hell of a day, indeed. This place beats bein' stuck in space for god knows how long, so … [ oh right. ] Oh, him. Yeah, that's Delta.

[ just … gonna wait for the questions to start rolling in. aaaany second now. ]

[she thankfully has no idea that he's still worrying about the experiment. that's an experience that she's very much ready to put behind her. unfortunately, she misunderstands his comment about his situation, though. she scoffs] Stuck in space? What, your ship get lost?

[that eyebrow is still up, coupled with a look that is asking if he's really going to make her go question-by-question on this] And, ah, what's "Delta" when it's at 'ome?

[ and now, he snorts. ] Literally got blasted out into space, with this desk chair as my only friend. [ because the director couldn't have waited two more seconds … eesh. who's he kidding with that laser, anyway? overcompensation much? ] Don't ever wanna do it again.

[ nope. never again. that was a kind of thrill that he doesn't go looking for, to be perfectly honest.

and before he can say anything in response to the question, delta himself speaks up to answer her. ]

I am an artificial intelligence program dedicated to assisting Agent York in the field. He is now able to operate more efficiently on his designated missions.

[ pause. ] Presumably.

… There's that, and he's a little green dick no matter where he goes.

[She's about to say something, but then Delta chimes in, and she doesn't get the chance. She stares, instead - she knows him for what he is, clearly. She's seen plenty of AI in her time. The question is, when did York get one, and what is its function...? She is officially highly curious about this!]

New equipment... [Blatantly ignoring your request to not listen to him? YEP.] He has a somewhat valid point, if you really would be tracked. Though, "a matter of time" is still vague. I'd come here too. [Beat.] What's his name?

You what? [congratulations to York, as he has managed to properly startle her. her expression is serious when she adds:] Do you need help? [because her teleporter might be able to give him a hand in a situation like this]

[but she just blinks at Delta when he starts talking, surprised. at his final comment, though, she smirks] Ohhh, is he now? It does sound like 'is field work's going well for 'im at the moment. [because obviously Delta needs to be introduced to sarcasm]

[she chuckles at York] He does 'ave more personality than most computers I've met. [admittedly, she's both enjoying the opportunity to tease York and intrigued by how aware Delta seems to be] Are there a lot of 'em like that in the future?

[ sorry about that, jacqli … delta tends to chime in whenever he thinks his opinion will be helpful, which so far has been every time york has opened his mouth since he'd been implanted.

be curious all you like, you'll surely have more than enough time to ask all the questions you have in that pretty little head of yours. ] His –

[ SORRY BEING INTERRUPTED AGAIN. ] My name is Delta. May I inquire as to how you are acquainted with Agent York?

[ nosy little shit. excuse the fuck out of you. ]

… If you weren't implanted in my friggin' head I wouldn't even have to be here for this conversation, would I …

[ sulk, sulk, sulk. ]

Edited (whoops got my color codes mixed up.) 2014-05-27 02:12 (UTC)

Delta...

[She quirks an eyebrow again... and she smiles, a secretive and faintly devious sort of thing.]

He saw me in my underwear after I had been experimented on.

[Ahhh, it's good to be the Queen of the Poker Face...]

[ As cats are wont to do, this kitten darts after the explosively-moving rolling chair all the way until it stops. Then he jumps back and stays low to the ground, watching for more movement with comical amounts of focus. His ears rotate at the conversation and his attention slowly trails from the chair to the person in it. Sissel shifts then, moving into a more comfortable laying-down position as if he wasn't waiting for the chair to spontaneously start to roll while hardly noticing York in the first place. His tail twitches languidly; he hasn't forgotten you, chair, there's just something else that's got his interest for now. ]

[well that's a thing that will grab some attention.]

Ah, now there's a thought! Some more furniture might may the place look a little more homely.

[well, he can think that, at least.]

[Sometimes, having access to the Plane has its advantages. Being able to check in with teammates during a mission is one of them, especially after one of them was on the ship they needed to get on.]

York? Hey York, are you he--?

[And then he spots him. And chair he hasn't seen on the Plane before right nearby.] Ah, he is here. [Giving that chair a confused look, he runs over, a jet pack secured on his pack. He's unaware of eventful trip York's had so far.] York, are you okay?

[ he busies himself with taking off his helmet as she gets herself all worked up on his current state of being, which, there's nothing at all to be worried about – not really, anyway. he's in one piece and both feet are firmly back on solid ground, and he can't find much of anything to complain about. ( not yet, anyway. )

he runs a gloved hand through his hair. ] I'm fine, really! Can't say how long I'll be stuck in space when I actually go back, but … I figure I'll have to go back eventually, right? Just to get things movin' again.

[ he rolls his eyes in delta's general direction, hoping that he chooses to be quiet for a moment so he can answer the questions directed at him. except – ]

On the contrary, his current level of ineptitude was the whole reason behind my assignment to him. He –

Oh-kay, that's enough from the peanut gallery. [ he sighs. ] Why don't you go run some diagnostics on yourself or somethin'? You can come back out to play more later. [ there's a slight pause, and then delta disappears, though how long he'll stay gone is anyone's guess. ]

It's this new thing our program is doing … ah. [ silently debating on how much he should say about this! but still not worrying too much. ] We all have armor enhancements, right? I'm not sure if North has told you much about things, but I've got a healing unit and he's got both an enhanced motion tracker and a domed energy shield – anyway, the AI are supposed to help us operate them more efficiently. [ a beat. ] I don't know anything about any of the others since they haven't been assigned yet, but if they're anything like this guy, I feel sorry for the other agents.

Edited (i just keep adding things and making it worse, la~) 2014-05-31 16:43 (UTC)

[ aslkhdg!!!

girlfriend!

why would you –

oh dear lord in heaven above.

he just stares at her, and delta is quiet for a moment, like he's processing that information. ]

Experimentation involving the subject in nothing but underwear. Intriguing.

[ oh dear no. no no. ]

[ he isn't exactly expecting to be noticed by a kitten – since when are there cats on the plane, anyway? – but he does notice a small flash of movement in his peripheral vision, enough to draw his attention away from the low green glow at his shoulder. his head tilts to the side, and he simply observes for a second, a brow quirking upward behind his visor.

he'll take that helmet off shortly, don't you worry. ]

… Hello. [ kinda-sorta expecting it to talk back? maybe … he's been here long enough that that wouldn't surprise him in the slightest. ] Where'd you come from?

[ and here comes delta, chiming in with his own two cents. ] I do not believe the feline will answer you.

Yeah, well, I've been here before. You haven't. Shh.

[ That gets Sissel to stand up and make his way over. He sits in front of York's foot and looks up at him, little kitten eyes narrowed while he watches Delta. That's just... that's just odd. He's never seen anything like that before.

For a moment, or rather for no moments, time stops. Everything is frozen and there's a figure and a voice inside York's mind. Technology has no place here, no matter how realistic the brainwave patters, and it's just Sissel and York. Curiosity is rolling off this cat like heat off a desert road. ]

Hi. That was quite an entrance. Do that often?

[ York doesn't have to reply in the same manner, perfectly capable of breaking the spell and speaking aloud, but he's welcome to stay in the timeless Realm of the Dead if he wishes for the reprieve from Delta. Whatever works for him. ]

[ that's the first thing you notice? the chair?

okay bro. ]

Exactly what I was thinkin'. [ you little twerp. ] Could use a little more décor around here …

[she eyes him, unconvinced] Uh-huh. And, uh, how exactly are you planning to get out of space?

[at Delta's response, she snorts] All right, consider me corrected. Looks like computers are just as literal in the future. [meaning she'll obviously have to teach Delta about sarcasm later. and she smirks at York because yes, she heard Delta's commentary. but don't worry, she's not going to tease him. too much]

[when York begins to explain about AIs, however, her interest is piqued] Actually, he 'asn't. So, what, you're the first to get one? And the rest of your lot 'ave all got 'em coming, too?

[To start a little bit of trouble~]

Not quite. The amount of clothing I was wearing was irrelevant, actually. The size of my breasts increased without warning. It was incredibly inconvenient.

[Doot doot~ She is not sorry, York. Good luck.]

[ north. north you have no idea how pleased he will be to see you. seriously.

he finally rolls to a stop, and when he hears his friend nearby, he's perking up more than he probably should given the severity of the situation that he's just taken himself away from. ~~fuck being shot out into space, god, director, he hates you so much sometimes.~~ ] North – ? Hey, man. Okay's a pretty speculative term, but I think it works here.

[ and upon seeing the jetpack … ] What's that for?

[ well, that's new. ( he's still getting used to delta being in his head when he isn't visibly manifested at his shoulder. it's taking a lot of getting used to, and he admittedly has more headaches because of it, but that's just one more thing he's gotten used to since the grenade incident. )

and honestly? thanks for the reprieve. he'll stay here for a little while, if you don't terribly mind it.

even if he'd never thought he'd be talking to a cat.

the absence of the ai's presence leaves a kind of void in the back of his mind, but he's going right along with it, choosing not to question his sudden disappearance, much less the fact that the reason all of this is happening is because of a kitten sitting at his feet, peering up at him as though he might just have all of the answers in the universe. ]

I think I can take the award for Most Creative Plane Entrances, but I try not to make a habit out of it. [ he shrugs. ]

I'm holdin' onto hope that they'll come get me, eventually. I'm one of their top agents, they can't leave me out there forever.

[ being number three on the board is still better than not being on it at all, even if he still isn't paying that much attention to it. texas is at the top, and that's pretty much all that matters. especially if your name is carolina and you're practically biting nails to be better than the new kid.

oh, and please don't teach delta about sarcasm. he'll learn about it just fine on his own – just look at who he get paired with. he's bound to evolve a sense of humor one of these days.

thankfully, the ai stays quiet when further questions come. thank you, sir. you're learning some manners, aren't you? ] No? Guess I'm not surprised. But yeah, I am … I was in the first implant group, and I don't really know the schedule for everyone behind me, but I'm guessin' that they're all gonna get one eventually.

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he'll speak next tag if York doesn't beat him to it.

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he talks to everything. animals, inanimate objects .. doot doot.

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