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paradisa2012-07-12 11:33 am
sawadeertoday) wrote in paradisa2012-07-12 11:33 am
test chamber 06 ;
[ Everyone but Wheatley ; dictated ]
I was wondering if anyone would guide me through the process of making tea.
If it makes any difference, black or green tea especially.
[ Wheatley ]
[ A few hours later, GLaDOS would be making said tea. The room was already ready; although she hadn't really changed it from its cold and clinical feel, it was something that they were both used to, anyway. Aperture. There was a small table set up, though, with two chairs and little tea saucers and plates, and a little radio in the middle that was playing classical music.
GLaDOS herself would be dressed primarily in blue, in a nice button-down fitting blouse with sleeves that reached her elbows and a knee-length black pencil skirt. Of course, she was wearing some nice shoes to match, no heels of course (even if she did think about them, she likely would have trouble walking in them). She didn't want to wish up the tea already made, instead opting to keep herself busy before the moron got there.
She was a little apprehensive, really. This set-up was ridiculous. She knew she was going to these lengths because he had been so considerate over the past week, where she had only been as nice as she could be, but still. Being kind didn't really come naturally after so many years of being a homicidal AI. It was a foreign concept, even if the friendship itself made her inexplicably happy. If only the tiny bit of data (well, self, now that she was human) that was Caroline could explain these dumb things. Instead of just making her feel them.
She let out a small, nervous sigh before writing in the filter and speaking. Hopefully, he had his journal on him. ]
Come up to my room as soon as you're free.
[ Now, to play the waiting game. She took the two tea cups that she had wished for (with blue designs on them, naturally) and finished the job, hoping he would come soon. Otherwise, the tea would get cold. ]
I was wondering if anyone would guide me through the process of making tea.
If it makes any difference, black or green tea especially.
[ Wheatley ]
[ A few hours later, GLaDOS would be making said tea. The room was already ready; although she hadn't really changed it from its cold and clinical feel, it was something that they were both used to, anyway. Aperture. There was a small table set up, though, with two chairs and little tea saucers and plates, and a little radio in the middle that was playing classical music.
GLaDOS herself would be dressed primarily in blue, in a nice button-down fitting blouse with sleeves that reached her elbows and a knee-length black pencil skirt. Of course, she was wearing some nice shoes to match, no heels of course (even if she did think about them, she likely would have trouble walking in them). She didn't want to wish up the tea already made, instead opting to keep herself busy before the moron got there.
She was a little apprehensive, really. This set-up was ridiculous. She knew she was going to these lengths because he had been so considerate over the past week, where she had only been as nice as she could be, but still. Being kind didn't really come naturally after so many years of being a homicidal AI. It was a foreign concept, even if the friendship itself made her inexplicably happy. If only the tiny bit of data (well, self, now that she was human) that was Caroline could explain these dumb things. Instead of just making her feel them.
She let out a small, nervous sigh before writing in the filter and speaking. Hopefully, he had his journal on him. ]
Come up to my room as soon as you're free.
[ Now, to play the waiting game. She took the two tea cups that she had wished for (with blue designs on them, naturally) and finished the job, hoping he would come soon. Otherwise, the tea would get cold. ]
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Good. You know, I used to go on walks all the time. It helps. I always wondered why, you know... seeing as all it is is travelling around. Going one place to another. Nothing special.
[His hands are shaking. He needs to calm down.]
There are no clocks outside love. Nothing but the big one. we won't have to count down or anything like that. It ruins the mood. Instead... we just wait till it comes. And that'll be it.
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Hm. His rambles were enough to soothe her, but she noticed his hand in hers still trembling, and gave it a little squeeze. The cool night air felt rather cold on her cheeks, where there was still tear residue, and she realized she probably looked like a mess. Dancing for so long and then crying did that to people. ]
That'll be it. [ she echoes with a small nod. ] I'll agree that looking at the clock is depressing. And I might as well spend some more time outside, considering I likely won't be doing that much again.
[ She didn't hate it outside. It was just... so different from the indoors. Right now, it was nice, though. Probably because she was holding onto someone familiar.
Kind of funny, how he was probably the person she knew the best here. If only because of their history. And then, she didn't really know anything about him, did she. ]
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[He looked at her. He knows she said it before, but it still seems a little... crazy. Staying inside. He knew that they didn't leave a+Aperture very much because they couldn't before. But they had so much freedom now.
When they got outside, it was slightly cooler. Despite being summer, it had a pleasant breeze to it, and it'd muss up both of their hair. ]
You can always go out by yourself too, love.
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[ She shook her head.
It was just something else that was unfamiliar. That made her feel out of her element. She had felt that way this entire week, but it was coupled with a pleasant euphoria that had cheered her up too much to care.
She liked feeling at ease. ]
I could... but I'm not sure I want to. [ she admitted softly, finally looking at him and meeting his eyes. ] It's unfamiliar. But only pleasant when you're around.
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[Welp. When they got to the grass, he suddenly let go of her and sat down on the grass. This was a considerably good place to just lay down and... do nothing.]
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Maybe I will.
[ When he lets go and sits down, she sits down next to him. Don't mind her though, as soon as he's going to lie down, she's going to lie down too, resting her head on his chest and staring up at the stars. ]
The sky is rather nice at night.
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[He brushes at her hair with his hand, and presses his lips against the top of her head again, just staring up at the stars. She'd barely be able to understand his muffled voice, but he was sure to make it just clear enough.]
Stars are nice though. I always liked them. But there are tons of them, so I guess they really aren't that special.
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Just as quickly as it came, she tried to dispel the thought from her mind. No, no, no.
She liked how he made those little gestures, though. It was comforting. ]
I suppose not, but they're still nice to look at. Much better than looking at a single star.
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[He's playing with your hair again. For the last time. That's right.]
Do you want to hear how I always thought of it? It's... it's actually a bit silly.
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How did you think about it? [ she would ask, slightly curious. She also decided to humor him. Since this was never happening again. ]
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[He's trying hard to keep his hands still as he brushes his fingers through her hair.]
But a bunch of them are nicer to watch as a whole! Imagine how boring it'd be if there was only one star. It'd be a really...awful thing. But you don't really care about any of them. Something about that makes them... a little less desirable if you ask me. Even though they're all so nice.
Dumb, I know. Spent a while talking to stars.
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She thinks of two things. Firstly, a certain mute lunatic. If she wasn't the only test subject during her time, she would have been less impressing. Less bright-looking. Less important to try and keep her alive regardless of enjoying watching humans die. Because she had to test.
The second thing she thinks of is her life at the castle. She's conversed with a few people, but nothing on Wheatley's level. Nothing quite compared to this week they had spent together. She had never come closer to a true bond. It was much more frightening than the first thought, but still, on some level, GLaDOS understood.
Unless she was reading too much into it. She hoped she wasn't. ]
It... it makes sense. [ She won't go further into it just in case, though. ]
And you talked to stars?
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[And that was all he answered.]
Can I ask you something?
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What is it?
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But you told me that you'd want to be back at the lab, love. Just wondering if you still felt that way.
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And she found that she didn't really know. She liked this, right now. Relaxing. With him. But when it was over and done, they would go back to their rivalry. It was still exciting, to have to kill him and all, but now, it didn't give her the same appeal.
Clearing up all of these mangled emotions and being herself again sounded tempting. It was the easy way out. The opt-out of feeling.
But sometimes, feeling was a thousand times better than Science.
She would let out a small sigh, unsure. ]
... I... don't know. [ A pause, before she would elaborate and say what she's thinking. ] It's a lot easier than dealing with human emotions.
But at the same time, being with you this week was... it wasn't a bad thing. It was... more fun than Science. [ This is still a shock to her and it always will be. ]
So... I honestly don't know.
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[And suddenly... you remember that big clock? That one outside? The one that echoes throughout everywhere when it strikes 12?
Well it struck.
Laying on his chest, she can hear his heartbeat, which just quickened up again. He didn't say anything.
And then it rang again.
and again...
and again...
and continued to ring.]
...
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Oh no.
No.
No. She covered her face with her hands, heaving a deep, mournful sigh. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happeningthiswasn'thappening--
But it was. So with great reluctance, she would sit up, uncovering her face. And taking a deep breath. Okay. She could do this. ]
It's-- it's over.
[ That didn't come out mean enough. It sounded more depressed than anything. ]
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Y-yes it is! Over. Finished. All... all done, and completed. ...Done.
[He can't say much. He trails off at the end. He's staring at her like some sort of dope. He's quiet for a while.]
Y-you know, as much as I'd love to stay... I uh-No, that's not it-
As much as I'd love to torture myself to stay- I...
[Okay he can't do that. So he just get's up and walks off. Because he has so many terrible feelings right now, he doesn't feel like saying much of anything.]
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She doesn't even want to speak. She feels the familiar sting in her eyes, so she can't. So she doesn't, instead staring at his back as they make their way back to the castle. ]
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It didn't matter now. It was all over.
Hands in his pocket, his head is hanging pretty low right now.
She's a monster. She's a monster. She's a monster.
When he makes it into the castle, he lingers for a half moment to keep the door open after him, hesitates to realize that there was no need for that anymore,and casually kept walking.
Hardly casual. He was dragging his feet.]
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It had gone by so fast...
When she made it to her room, GLaDOS shut the door behind her, taking another deep breath, the stinging getting worse. So she blinked, her eyesight blurry as she looked over the table; the radio still softly playing classical tunes, the two barely touched cups of tea, and his glasses.
It didn't even register fully, though, as she headed for her bed, before abruptly stopping and instead opting to pace around her room.
It wasn't even a whole two minutes before she gave up on that and just collapsed onto her bed, heaving another sigh. She felt terrible. He had broken her. No, it wasn't wholly his fault.
She had agreed to the truce, after all. So it was partly hers. ]
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He shifts a little, crawling onto his bed and grabbing one of his pillows. He was too damn tired to do anything. It was in that moment, he realizes something that makes him whimper out loud. The damn pillows smelled like her too. He recognized it without any effort. The light vanilla scent stuck to everything in his room. His bed, his clothes, he didn't know how to escape it. Not like he truly wanted to.
Rolling off his bed, he walked up to his mirror, preparing to remove his tie, when he noticed something off in his reflection.
Oh.
His glasses.
He had left them at her apartment. He'd leave them there then. No use encountering her again if he really didn't need too. But... he needed his glasses. And he just wanted to see her. It took a while, but he had managed to convince himself that there'd be no casual talking involved, and it'd all be practical. So he tossed his tie onto his bed and decided to see her without it. Still wearing orange.
...
When he got to her apartment, he hesitated at her door. A lot. He did a considerable amount of second guessing, wondering if it was really a good idea to see her, and if he should have just cut his losses. His heart was beating, and after two minutes, he mustered enough confidence to knock on the door.]
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So when she heard the knock at her door, she begged internally that it wasn't him. Or actually, maybe she did want it to be him. But at the same time, she didn't want to see him. It was all so confusing.
So with great reluctance once more, she slid off of the bed and wiped at her eyes a final time before heading to the door, opening it just a crack.
Of course it had to be him. ]
What is it?
[ she finally managed, after trying to swallow down the golf ball in her throat. To no avail, of course. Her voice was shaking horrendously. ]
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I...uh. [ahem] I forgot my-- my glasses. In your room. On the table.
[He wasn't sure how she was going to react, but he certainly did not see that coming. He could hear it. If you were trying to be subtle about it, it wasn't working. He had to hold himself back just so he didn't build up a desire to reach for her and comfort her.]
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