Day 42, Noon: Magus Park
Brainiac 5 was bored.
Since he'd been, for lack of a better word, abandoned in the park this morning, he'd had little to occupy his attention beyond the brief distraction offered by Peter's odd visit. And while earlier he might have insisted that he didn't require any company, that the silence and space gave him time to think and work on more important things, he actually found himself missing the company of others and the break it gave him from his own thoughts.
He supposed it made a certain amount of sense. While he'd preferred to work alone on his numerous, complicated projects, it had been a regular occurrence to have others of the Legion dropping by his laboratory to ask questions about what he was working on and to check up on him. He'd gotten used to it, and had even come to welcome some of the intrusions, such as when Clar-
He clenched his hand into a fist, nails digging sharply into his palm hard enough to leave indentations in the skin. It helped distract him before he lost his hard-won control over his emotions, but it was much less effective than he would have liked. He needed something else.
Unfortunately it would seem that the one time he would have preferred his nurse to abduct someone for him to talk to, she had instead wandered off to take care of something else, leaving him alone for the time being.
Very well, he'd already planned something else in case of this exact circumstance, and now that the day had warmed up enough, he should be able to get away with his plan. Shifting around carefully, Brainiac 5 managed to take off his jacket without bothering his injuries too much, though his shoulder still caused a wince and hiss of pain. Still, the end result made the effort somewhat worthwhile; the shirt he'd been given today was no longer hidden away.
Smoothing the fabric against his skin, he frowned slightly as his eyes flicked over the binary.
"This is gibberish," he said finally, sounding put out. "It doesn't even begin to make any sense."
His gaze rose to glance around the area again, noting this his nurse was still absent before he produced a pen from his pocket and set about correcting the flow of numbers. No doubt his nurse would try and stop him once she noticed, but he found the idea of wearing something that didn't make any sense whatsoever more irritating than wearing a shirt sporting the occasional neat pen mark.
And at least it gave him something to do for the time being.
[open, no limits!]
Since he'd been, for lack of a better word, abandoned in the park this morning, he'd had little to occupy his attention beyond the brief distraction offered by Peter's odd visit. And while earlier he might have insisted that he didn't require any company, that the silence and space gave him time to think and work on more important things, he actually found himself missing the company of others and the break it gave him from his own thoughts.
He supposed it made a certain amount of sense. While he'd preferred to work alone on his numerous, complicated projects, it had been a regular occurrence to have others of the Legion dropping by his laboratory to ask questions about what he was working on and to check up on him. He'd gotten used to it, and had even come to welcome some of the intrusions, such as when Clar-
He clenched his hand into a fist, nails digging sharply into his palm hard enough to leave indentations in the skin. It helped distract him before he lost his hard-won control over his emotions, but it was much less effective than he would have liked. He needed something else.
Unfortunately it would seem that the one time he would have preferred his nurse to abduct someone for him to talk to, she had instead wandered off to take care of something else, leaving him alone for the time being.
Very well, he'd already planned something else in case of this exact circumstance, and now that the day had warmed up enough, he should be able to get away with his plan. Shifting around carefully, Brainiac 5 managed to take off his jacket without bothering his injuries too much, though his shoulder still caused a wince and hiss of pain. Still, the end result made the effort somewhat worthwhile; the shirt he'd been given today was no longer hidden away.
Smoothing the fabric against his skin, he frowned slightly as his eyes flicked over the binary.
"This is gibberish," he said finally, sounding put out. "It doesn't even begin to make any sense."
His gaze rose to glance around the area again, noting this his nurse was still absent before he produced a pen from his pocket and set about correcting the flow of numbers. No doubt his nurse would try and stop him once she noticed, but he found the idea of wearing something that didn't make any sense whatsoever more irritating than wearing a shirt sporting the occasional neat pen mark.
And at least it gave him something to do for the time being.
[open, no limits!]