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[open] you are not a robot
Who: Cammie & you!
What: Mostly Cammie being a nerd
Where: Sleigh Room, communal relaxation area, etc.
When: Post-Branch and other initial game chaos
Warnings/Notes: Inevitable discussion of child soldier stuff, other warnings in subject lines. (General note that Cammie's HoH/Deaf, her rabbit ears are her hearing aids.)
Sleigh Room
There comes a day, sometime after they've all began to settle in, that a truly ecstatic squeal can be heard coming from the sleigh room (sorry to the Reindeer?). Cammie noticed the signature popping up on her MR feed, but she didn't dare actually believe it until she saw it with her own two eyes.
There, standing in some of the space usable for storing bulky equipment, is Cammie's Holon. Reduced to maybe a quarter of the size it usually is, making it around a storey tall, there is a giant, mechanised anthropomorphic rabbit in Cammie's signature colours. It's that sight that makes Cammie squeal so loud anyone with enhanced hearing can probably hear it from the other end of the pole.
Two prior multiversal hops and Cammie has never had her Holon come with her. She's always been stuck with just her own scrawny, fleshy little body that grows muscle at the speed of slow. Even having her GL suit back after it became useless in the Wilderlands felt like a major upgrade. This is more than she could ever have expected, and she has every intention of making the best of it.
Anyone investigating the squeal will find Cammie buzzing around excitedly, checking the mech over to see if anything but the size had changed. If she had to drag over some crate or something, so be it, that's still easier than it used to be when it was taller. They'll also be greeted by a still-vibrating Cammie with a grin. "Wouldja believe it? Thought I'd not see this thing again unless I went home."
Over the following days, she can be found running more tests on it. Lots of scans. Lots of checking its inner workings. At several points she has the chest plate lifted so she can get at the 'brain' inside, orange metal peeking out from the base-grey of the endoskeleton. She wants to be sure it's working fine before uploading, see.
Visitors during her busy hours are likely to need to get her attention, or she's not going to notice them. Hyperfocus, man.
Communal Relaxation Area
Even when she's not fussing with her Holon, Cammie has her fingers in a bunch of technology. She's gathered a hearty collection of computer equipment from somewhere, a mix of a trip away from the pole and from the Yetis, and she's got it all scattered around her in one of the communal dens. The thing is, all her technology is working again, but she has none of the equipment she'd usually have to maintain it—most of which won't be invented for another couple decades at minimum.
But she's a bit of a prodigy, our Cammie. If anyone can figure out how to jerry-rig existing hardware together to suit her needs and to program the software to match, it's her.
She is, however, making a real mess on the floor in the process. Luckily, she's not so absorbed this time that she doesn't notice people. Her ears flick towards any visitors a second before she turns to them. "Ach, sorry, I'm takin' up a lotta the space in here, I know."
Wildcard!
Totally down for other things.
What: Mostly Cammie being a nerd
Where: Sleigh Room, communal relaxation area, etc.
When: Post-Branch and other initial game chaos
Warnings/Notes: Inevitable discussion of child soldier stuff, other warnings in subject lines. (General note that Cammie's HoH/Deaf, her rabbit ears are her hearing aids.)
Sleigh Room
There comes a day, sometime after they've all began to settle in, that a truly ecstatic squeal can be heard coming from the sleigh room (sorry to the Reindeer?). Cammie noticed the signature popping up on her MR feed, but she didn't dare actually believe it until she saw it with her own two eyes.
There, standing in some of the space usable for storing bulky equipment, is Cammie's Holon. Reduced to maybe a quarter of the size it usually is, making it around a storey tall, there is a giant, mechanised anthropomorphic rabbit in Cammie's signature colours. It's that sight that makes Cammie squeal so loud anyone with enhanced hearing can probably hear it from the other end of the pole.
Two prior multiversal hops and Cammie has never had her Holon come with her. She's always been stuck with just her own scrawny, fleshy little body that grows muscle at the speed of slow. Even having her GL suit back after it became useless in the Wilderlands felt like a major upgrade. This is more than she could ever have expected, and she has every intention of making the best of it.
Anyone investigating the squeal will find Cammie buzzing around excitedly, checking the mech over to see if anything but the size had changed. If she had to drag over some crate or something, so be it, that's still easier than it used to be when it was taller. They'll also be greeted by a still-vibrating Cammie with a grin. "Wouldja believe it? Thought I'd not see this thing again unless I went home."
Over the following days, she can be found running more tests on it. Lots of scans. Lots of checking its inner workings. At several points she has the chest plate lifted so she can get at the 'brain' inside, orange metal peeking out from the base-grey of the endoskeleton. She wants to be sure it's working fine before uploading, see.
Visitors during her busy hours are likely to need to get her attention, or she's not going to notice them. Hyperfocus, man.
Communal Relaxation Area
Even when she's not fussing with her Holon, Cammie has her fingers in a bunch of technology. She's gathered a hearty collection of computer equipment from somewhere, a mix of a trip away from the pole and from the Yetis, and she's got it all scattered around her in one of the communal dens. The thing is, all her technology is working again, but she has none of the equipment she'd usually have to maintain it—most of which won't be invented for another couple decades at minimum.
But she's a bit of a prodigy, our Cammie. If anyone can figure out how to jerry-rig existing hardware together to suit her needs and to program the software to match, it's her.
She is, however, making a real mess on the floor in the process. Luckily, she's not so absorbed this time that she doesn't notice people. Her ears flick towards any visitors a second before she turns to them. "Ach, sorry, I'm takin' up a lotta the space in here, I know."
Wildcard!
Totally down for other things.