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revivalproject2022-05-09 11:18 am
buildingitsir) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 11:18 am
And look at me, I'm tattered
WHO: York & Open
WHERE: York's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: CW/TW: York's room has the potential to bring up the following situations: gaslighting/manipulation, abuse, gun violence, death, and assault. The items are labeled with warnings.
Waiting Room Post
Mingle Post
Calibrations Room
The room is a workshop that has seen better days. Once a sterile, almost hospital like room, with a black, pleather covered chair for android repairs. Now, the room is ripped apart. Cables and wires have been ripped apart or unplugged from exposed panels, electricity sparking from live ends. The chair is broken in numerous pieces and thrown about the room, covered in oil, grease, and blue blood. There's broken parts, both mechanical and biocomponents, littered about. On the walls in that same blue blood is "I AM ALIVE" painted by hand in a large, bold, Helvetica font. The floor is wet. Shell casings glint in the light from above.
On the floor are items: a black NYC hoodie that smells earthy; a fireman's hatchet caked in blue and red blood [cw: gun violence, death]; a news tablet with a line about robotic parenting [cw: gaslighting, abuse]; and a pamphlet of Bryant Park’s 191st anniversary ripped midway [cw: assault, physical violence against human and android].
Around the items are some wires that haven't been destroyed, and all of them lead into the back of an older looking and taller York, who is curled up on the floor surrounded by the objects. There’s thirium covering his hands. The wires weave around the items, but don't touch them. He is shirtless, with his knees drawn up to his chin to hide himself. He wears black sweatpants as his only clothing.
The whole room feels isolated, full of fear, and strangely enough: it feels too small.
Upon seeing another enter his mind, York is immediately aggressive. "What are you doing in here?! Ģ̡͝E̸̵T̴̢͠ ̶̴̸O̴̧UT̴́͟!̸̨!̴͘" York gets to his feet - his LED is swirling red, throwing light against the open section of his chest next to it where his thirium pump beats. The android moves quick, as though to try getting to the intruder, but the wires seem to reel in, snap taut, and pull him back towards the wall he’s written on. It’s then apparent that York is too big for the room, with his hair almost brushing the ceiling. There's no hiding the fear in his expression as he struggles for freedom the cables aren’t giving. Realizing the vulnerable state, York relaxes and turns away from his intruder, with those tight wires loosening around him. It shows the wires going into the open panels of his back now, hooking somewhere deep within the machinery that moves and gives him life. York wraps his arms around his chest, ducking his head down. His open interior section pulses blue like a heartbeat.
"I̸͠ţ's̶̡ ņ̀̕o̸̶t̸̡ s͘͝u͡p̷p҉ós͏̕͘ed͘ ͟͞t̨̨o ̨͜h̵̸̛u̶͞͞r͜t́́," he whispers angrily, though the room is small enough that the other would be able to hear it anyways. "D̕͜͡ò̷n̨̡'ţ̕ ̡h͜u͢ŗ͜t̢͠͞ ̴͝me̢͟"
[I'll be using a different set of icons for the older version of York in replies, but that face doesn't apply outside of the calibration room. ~Xi]
WHERE: York's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: CW/TW: York's room has the potential to bring up the following situations: gaslighting/manipulation, abuse, gun violence, death, and assault. The items are labeled with warnings.
Waiting Room Post
Mingle Post
Calibrations Room
The room is a workshop that has seen better days. Once a sterile, almost hospital like room, with a black, pleather covered chair for android repairs. Now, the room is ripped apart. Cables and wires have been ripped apart or unplugged from exposed panels, electricity sparking from live ends. The chair is broken in numerous pieces and thrown about the room, covered in oil, grease, and blue blood. There's broken parts, both mechanical and biocomponents, littered about. On the walls in that same blue blood is "I AM ALIVE" painted by hand in a large, bold, Helvetica font. The floor is wet. Shell casings glint in the light from above.
On the floor are items: a black NYC hoodie that smells earthy; a fireman's hatchet caked in blue and red blood [cw: gun violence, death]; a news tablet with a line about robotic parenting [cw: gaslighting, abuse]; and a pamphlet of Bryant Park’s 191st anniversary ripped midway [cw: assault, physical violence against human and android].
Around the items are some wires that haven't been destroyed, and all of them lead into the back of an older looking and taller York, who is curled up on the floor surrounded by the objects. There’s thirium covering his hands. The wires weave around the items, but don't touch them. He is shirtless, with his knees drawn up to his chin to hide himself. He wears black sweatpants as his only clothing.
The whole room feels isolated, full of fear, and strangely enough: it feels too small.
Upon seeing another enter his mind, York is immediately aggressive. "What are you doing in here?! Ģ̡͝E̸̵T̴̢͠ ̶̴̸O̴̧UT̴́͟!̸̨!̴͘" York gets to his feet - his LED is swirling red, throwing light against the open section of his chest next to it where his thirium pump beats. The android moves quick, as though to try getting to the intruder, but the wires seem to reel in, snap taut, and pull him back towards the wall he’s written on. It’s then apparent that York is too big for the room, with his hair almost brushing the ceiling. There's no hiding the fear in his expression as he struggles for freedom the cables aren’t giving. Realizing the vulnerable state, York relaxes and turns away from his intruder, with those tight wires loosening around him. It shows the wires going into the open panels of his back now, hooking somewhere deep within the machinery that moves and gives him life. York wraps his arms around his chest, ducking his head down. His open interior section pulses blue like a heartbeat.
"I̸͠ţ's̶̡ ņ̀̕o̸̶t̸̡ s͘͝u͡p̷p҉ós͏̕͘ed͘ ͟͞t̨̨o ̨͜h̵̸̛u̶͞͞r͜t́́," he whispers angrily, though the room is small enough that the other would be able to hear it anyways. "D̕͜͡ò̷n̨̡'ţ̕ ̡h͜u͢ŗ͜t̢͠͞ ̴͝me̢͟"
[I'll be using a different set of icons for the older version of York in replies, but that face doesn't apply outside of the calibration room. ~Xi]
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The cables anchoring him to the room grow taunt as he tries to close some of the distance. "I am a thinking feeling lifeform, but the difference between me and humans is that humans don't have to fucking prove it every damn day. It comes automatic for you in my world."
He gives a hollow laugh, standing there among the ruin of his mind, sparks crackling around the two of them. "I'm not here to impress you. If I have to prove that I'm deserving of being treated like a sentient being, I guess that just means you have to prove you're deserving of me not treating you like the humans back home, doesn't it?"
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That was in response to the SparkNotes version of York's memories. As for the rest, a considering light enters Viktor's eyes.
"Alright. I'm human, and beyond being in your mind I'll prove that I'm a thinking and feeling being. Conversely, you'll prove that you are a thinking and feeling being too."
omg viktor pls why are you doing this to him
"You've seen my fucking memory with my brother. You know I'm a feeling and thinking being. I am alive for fuck's sake and if you had an iota of logic in that brain, you'd know that staying here after I've told you to leave is trespassing." York thought it was obvious that he was at least a feeling being with how strong his emotions came off as. In fact, he wanted to scream and tear into Viktor, scare him off until he left that way.
He wanted to do it so bad. Thankfully the cables kept him distant from the human.
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"Do you know what you haven't done in all this time of telling me to do things, or cursing at me for simply being here - which I also had no control over, either. Not once have you simply and politely asked me to leave. You want to be treated with dignity and respect, but you are not willing to treat a human -"
And here Viktor pointed to himself with the metallic stone hand.
"- with the same dignity and respect. A human who is not from your world, and therefore does not have the cultural baggage that you have been ranting about. But because this is your mind and neither of us wanted me to be here, I'll go. But remember that being treated as a thinking and feeling being is a two way street."
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"Don't... don't fucking tell me what to do or how to act, Viktor." It's a low hiss of a voice. He doesn't care what the man has to say and with his rapidly diminishing mood towards him, York's not going to be receptacle to anything. The android just wants him gone at this point, to be left in peace with his rage. "I'm sentient enough to decide that for myself."