Gigabyte 030 - What We Have Here is a Failure to Communcate

[electronichound]

The food smells of sulfur.

I expect this has something to do with the field trip you all went on.

Comments

[electroniccrane]

Yes.

[electronichound]

Thank you for clearing that up. I feel much better now.

[electroniccrane]

It's just a thiol compound. Your shell can handle it.

[electronichound]

Did you have a good time?

[Batou had a fantastic time searching for her while she was out of radio contact. It was the best afternoon ever.]

[yousoundblue]

[Lika enters the buffet--if her stateroom weren't on the same deck she'd be in danger of starving, or at least getting very cranky while the elevators are out of commission--and stops short. It's not the wreck the cyborgs made of the place during their argument. It's the anger she can all but see pervading the room. It feels familiar, but oddly wrong...

Oh. It's Batou's emotion. No wonder the anger feels out of place.]

Batou? What's wrong?

sorry for the million-year lag

[electronichound]

[He stands there in the middle of the wreckage, flexing his hands over and over. Anger boils through him, hurt and betrayal, shock that they'd actually fought instead of being their normal smoothly-functioning team and worst of all, fear. Fear that he may have broken something permanently.

He's scowling deeply and doesn't seem to notice her presence.]

i thought you'd forgotten meeeeeeee /clings

[yousoundblue]

[Food can wait. Helping is more important.

She cues her bracelet to administer a light tranquilizer, rather than risk getting swept away on the tide of his emotions. The chemical serenity washes over her, and her shoulders relax. She hadn't even realized she was tensing them.]

Batou?

[Louder this time.]

/dips and twirlss

[electronichound]

[He suddenly turns his head, looking over his shoulder to regard her. Lika. Not a threat, and also someone whose intelligence he respects. Batou clenches his hands into fists instead of continually flexing them and turns around.]

Lika.