nAIce to meet you

[refiguered]

Username/Display Name: un: figuerative / dn: Figue
Server Channel: #introductions
Time: Some reasonable time in the evening

Good evening. My name is Figue. If you've made the acquaintance of Ringo, you can consider me as something like her sister.

I would like to put forth an offer and a question:

Firstly, I have noticed several guests have encountered difficulty with making use of the network. As an AI, I would be happy to offer instruction or answer any questions they might have.

Secondly, I would like to compile a list of those who possess either healing abilities or medical expertise. In the event of a problem, I'd like to pin this list so that those who have newly arrived will know who to contact first.

... Also, if Ringo has caused you any trouble, please let me know. I know she can be a bit of a handful.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[vecna]

[He quirks a brow at her.]

Really? That's unusual. And why do you think that is? Because your sister was already here?

[refiguered]

We are more or less twins. I wonder if our connection did it... without the data, I couldn't say for certain.

[vecna]

The bond between siblings, unwavering even throughout the multiverse. Wouldn't that be something.

[Yeah, tell that to Alice Creel.]

The two of you seem like opposites, though. I bet you'd even gravitate toward different kinds of art. Speaking of...

[Henry turns a corner, and they're greeted by a nice, well-lit studio. Art supplies for various mediums are spread about across the tables, organized accordingly. Huge canvases are propped up against the farthest wall, in various states of completion; some are completely blank.]

[refiguered]

[ Poor Alice. ]

Well, we were created to be polar opposites. I even that might translate to art too... but oh my.

[ Look at this. ]

What an organized-looking studio!

[vecna]

[Isn't it, though?]

I appreciate it when the staff can keep a clean space. Though how neat you can stay if we decide to paint something is still up for debate.

[refiguered]

If I've noticed correctly--ah. Yes. [ She points to a space on the wall where there are aprons neatly hung. ]

At the very least, we shouldn't be at as much of a risk.

[vecna]

[Ah, good eye. Henry crosses over unhurriedly, then takes two aprons off of their hangers, turning on his heel to hold one out for her.]

Still no guarantee you won't get it all over your hands, though.

[refiguered]

That's all right. I don't mind getting my hands dirty.

[ And she'll accept the apron! ]

[vecna]

[And he'll tie his around himself! Given how bright white it is, he's really Peak White Boy now.]

Me neither. So where should we start? Do you have an idea of what you want to work on?

[refiguered]

I don't have any experience with painting... but perhaps watercolors?

[vecna]

Watercolors. I don't have a lot of experience with those, either, but I don't mind trying.

So, in that case... Over there.

[On the other side, a few quaint little watercolor set-ups for them both to try their hand at.]

The hardest part is usually getting started. We should think of a prompt.

[refiguered]

A prompt...

[ Hm. She moves closer to the set-up, reaching for a stool. ]

Watercolors are best suited to landscapes, I'd heard, or nature-based pieces. But do you have any ideas, Henry? Something you'd like to try?

[vecna]

[Hm.]

How about we both paint something we’ve seen in nature that’s impressed us?

[refiguered]

Something we've seen that's impressed us... I think that should be doable. Prompt accepted.

[ She just has to think about that now. ]

[vecna]

Prompt accepted. [He echoes with faint amusement, then turns to pick up a few brushes. He examine the palettes available to them.]

I know just what to paint.

[bet you can't guess what it is]

[refiguered]

[ is it spiders ]

You have me at a disadvantage, then. I'm not sure what to do yet.

[vecna]

[maaaaybe]

Haven't seen much of the great outdoors? Don't worry, me neither.

[refiguered]

You haven't? Were you located more in a city?

[vecna]

[A low laugh, still airy, but something tinged with irony.]

Not at all. From one small town to one small town. And then I lived underground for a while. [As you do.]

[refiguered]

I... I'm sorry, underground?

[vecna]

[Ah, the freedom to speak on this without hesitation; a sort of freedom he's never really experienced until this hotel. He'll give it that much credit, at least.]

The powers I have, they're... rare, at home. Rare enough that some people would like to study them.

[He picks up a brush, examines its tip.]

And so they do. Against the will of those being studied.

[refiguered]

Powers...

[ She watches him for a moment, taking in his explanation. ]

So because of rare abilities, you were studied without your consent?

[vecna]

Mm-hm. [Casually.] I spent twenty years in an underground lab, basically held prisoner. A lot of my experiences in this hotel are new to me because of that.

[refiguered]

I... ah.

[ Her gaze lowers to her canvas briefly, before returning to him. ]

Is that why you came here? To escape that kind of imprisonment?

[vecna]

[He’s going to wet his brush, then test it against a color swatch.]

Yes… and no. While this hotel is a nice respite, I would like to eventually find myself in a situation where I’m not trapped at all. That’s where the wish comes in.