As of yet unnamed verse with hamelinic

[jarvisconsole]

[follows this]

It was about 6 hours later when Jarvis came back online. He had sat completely still all night, plugged into the wall and slowly recharging his inner batteries. The rest of him was in standby mode, almost a pause of sorts.

The charging sequence completed and Jarvis found himself alone. At first, he did not know what to make of it. Hadn't he been talking with Cynric just a moment ago? But no, the soft light starting to penetrate the misty gloom on the windows said it was close to morning. Time had passed and he had not been aware of it.

Jarvis thinks on this revelation for a half second longer before abandoning it as another experience to be observed closer at a later date. He carefully inspected the wires running from the wall that ended somewhere behind his head. His battery could not store any more charge, so the logical thing was to remove the plug. He reaches back and does so, finding a flap that closes up the spot, hiding it from plain sight.

It was slowly getting brighter, much like it had been getting darker before. Jarvis slides off the table, re-practicing the art of walking. There's a door into the rest of the house. His curiosity overriding his programming to stay where he was told to, Jarvis opens the door and steps into the main room. Just looking around...

Observing what a home is to look like. Cynric probably isn't even up yet.

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[hamelinic]

Cynric isn't up yet. He'd been up after plugging the mechanical man into the wall, after all, tinkering slightly, adjusting bits and pieces of Jarvis and a few other much smaller projects that had been completely forgotten in the wake of this amazing creation. Now, something closer to four hours after falling into bed, he's still completely out of the world, lost in exhaustion and dreams.

Which means, unless something loud comes crashing down, Jarvis has the place to himself.

Not that it's much of a place. The workroom is neatly sequestered to one side, orderly by an inventor's standards, a confined space. The rest of the flat isn't so lucky. The large central room is cluttered completely with half a life--things taken from his childhood home and never properly sorted, furniture and boxes and empty photo frames scattered everywhere. The man himself is stuffed into his small bed in the corner just as everything else is stuffed piecemeal into the room. It doesn't look half as lived in as the workshop.

Other doors lead to the tiny (actually quite tidy) kitchen, the small washroom, the rest of the world. Getting there is clearly going to be a minefield for someone still learning how to walk naturally.

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis stands there, the chaos of the living area before him. He had not thought of the concept of tidy vs. untidy before. But Jarvis did have an innate sense of what was efficient.

His eyes sweep around, categorizing the mess into sections. Then he bends carefully at the waist to pick up an item, a piece of laundry to start. It is slow going but soon everything not furniture is picked up and put away. It may not be the same type of organization Cynric would have done, but the place does look considerably neater. The boxes are stacked, the photo frames picked up to display on a counter, and Jarvis finds himself uncertain what to do with the stack of rumpled clothes.

He'll ask Cynric, that's what he will do. Jarvis balances the pile in his arms, carrying it towards the sounds of snoring in the bedroom. New as he is to the world, he does not knock but goes right in.

Strange to see Cynric not doing anything. Or was he doing something? This must be what sleep looks like. Jarvis sets down the laundry pile so he may observe better.

[hamelinic]

Tidy will, when he wakes, send Cynric into some sort of frenetic panic. But that's later. Exhaustion is a difficult thing to overcome, after all, and Jarvis has gotten much lighter on his feet with all this practice walking.

So being approached doesn't wake the human. Perhaps something in the way a shadow is cast touches a deeper instinct he rarely taps, but he doesn't do more than frown, shift and squirm over from his side onto his back, arms askew in one of the odd angles a sleeping body finds itself.

Poking is probably part of observing. If one wants to be thorough.

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis is learning quite a bit from his observations. Humans sleep with their eyes closed for one. He steps slightly to the side, trying to find the wires that Cynric must be using to recharge.

Odd, but it seems to be a wireless operation. How would he know when 'rest' was concluded? Just to be sure he hasn't missed something, Jarvis takes hold of Cynric's wrist to pick his arm up, looking under for hidden wires.

[hamelinic]

Ah. There's the contact that jolts a person out of sleep and into full-on alertness.

His wrist jerks free as his other hand balls into a fist, eyes snapping open and focusing just in time to stop himself swinging a proper blow toward his 'assailant.' For half a moment, he's terrified. For half a sleepy second, it's Simeon standing over him.

Then his waking brain starts to run to catch up. His heart's pounding far too fast for him to drop down again, so sitting up in bed will have to do. "Damn it, Jarvis--"

[jarvisconsole]

Thankfully Jarvis didn't grip his wrist too tight, otherwise injury might have occurred. He was only trying to move the hand aside after all.

His expression is impassive at that outburst, not quite realizing the full shock he's just given his creator. But that tone of voice is distinctive, it means Cynric is not pleased. He must have done something incorrectly. "You were not finished sleeping." That had to be it.

[hamelinic]

"Yes, but--" That was so far from the point. That was beyond the point entirely. There aren't words for how beyond the point that statement is.

Or maybe there are and he's simply still half-asleep.

"Just-- don't wake people like that. It's-- incredibly terrifying."

[jarvisconsole]

He still had not found the wires Cynric was using. Otherwise he would have plugged him back in right away. He had discovered that he did not like when Cynric was displeased with him and wanted to set things right.

"How should I wake you?" His eyes still scanning around for the answer.

[hamelinic]

It will take a while to figure out what's got Jarvis confused. Now is still far too tired, too rattled, too much trying to get his head back on straight as he scrubs fingers through his hair.

Up is up, he supposes. Throwing off the light blanket, he waves for the mechanical man to move out of the way so he can find where he's thrown his shirt.

"Gently. Tap on the shoulder, maybe."

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis takes a step back, still watching Cynric. Nope, no wires. He'll have to research further how humans go about 'sleep'. For now, he'll file away that a light tap on the shoulder is the proper protocol for waking a human.

He may not realize it, but he's being introduced to the expression 'waking up on the wrong side of the bed'. "My sleep ended 70 minutes ago." What has he been doing all that time? Just ask him. Or better yet, go into the living room and see how he tidied up.

[hamelinic]

"Th-- 70 minutes ago?"

Well. That wakes a man up quite a bit. His fingers pause in the pulling down of his shirt, contemplate whether or not it would be the most ridiculously disconcerting thing in the world if the mechanical man had been watching him for seventy minutes.

"...what in the world did you do, then?"

[jarvisconsole]

"I unplugged myself. I stood up from the table. I attempted to recall previous events." He's giving full chronological details here.

"I walked to the larger room next to this one. It's objects were not arranged efficiently so I moved them."

[hamelinic]

"...arran--"

There will be more discussion of how to give a quick summary later. Cynric has to scramble to see--

Ridiculous ridiculous neatness.

"Why, Jarvis?"

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis steps out of the way as Cynric hurries past him. Was this important? He still had the impression that he had done something wrong. So much so that it was wearing on his insides. He twitches for a millisecond, as one gear grinds before correcting itself.

"It was not an efficient use of space. Walking was difficult."

He really cannot explain beyond that. "Is it wrong?" Why was he asking about right and wrong? He seems to have a sense of the concepts he had yet to learn properly.

[hamelinic]

Right and wrong. Did they go over that already? Was that part of the mindset of settling into artificial intelligence?

Heady things. Important intellectual things. Not things Cynric is prepared to ponder this soon after waking up.

"--no, it's-- not wrong. Just-- impolite. Have we-- politeness?"

[jarvisconsole]

They were such weighty, difficult subjects. It might take awhile to establish parameters for right and wrong. But Jarvis was willing to keep trying.

"Politeness...." he echoes, searching his database. He seems slightly confused though at the definition. It doesn't quite make sense to him, being nice for the sake of being nice. "What is impolite?"

[hamelinic]

"Being uncivil and boorish." Defining words with other words, he knows, but it's the best he has as he starts poking and prodding through things to find where everything's been 'sorted' away in drawers. "Doing things that-- frustrate other people without any regard for how it might cause them to feel."

[jarvisconsole]

"Feel." Ah, there was the crux of the problem. He was still sorting out feelings. Considering the feelings of others is a large learning curve. "You feel frustrated." Now, how would he be able to tell in the future. Jarvis comes around to study Cynric's face. Which might be getting in his personal space a bit, but this was important.

[hamelinic]

"I do."

He spins back to face the other with frustration absolutely writ large on his features.

"You've-- moved all my things. I had a-- system!"

Sort of. Possibly a lie.

[jarvisconsole]

Raised voice, tenting between the eyebrows, downward turning of the mouth...

"I can put it back." Would that solve the problem?

[hamelinic]

It's... a sweet sort of compunction for fixing a mistake. His scowl stays firmly in place, although the corners of his lips weaken slightly.

"Well-- no. Not at this point. Just-- ask, Jarvis, if you want to-- do something like this."

[jarvisconsole]

He could do that. Now that he knew the proper way to wake him AND ask to move his stuff.

"I will ask you before proceeding next time."

If Cynric goes looking for a pen, he'll find them in a side drawer all laid out neatly. There's a few other things that are sorted strangely but Jarvis did his best. And he hadn't touched the workshop.

[hamelinic]

"Cheers." Maybe neat will be better, anyway. Maybe it will stop people from turning around when they come to see his work.

...his work.

"You didn't-- do this in the shop, did you?"

[jarvisconsole]

"...I moved the charging wires." Was that bad too? He had assumed...Jarvis will not assume any more from now on. Another gear whines protest inside of him, Jarvis' version of stress. He will need to be more careful in the future, not doing before asking, not moving before waking...

It was all so complicated.

...why no notif for this, DW. D:

[hamelinic]

Alas, being a person is both incredibly complicated and unnecessarily stressful. There's no escaping it. It's simply the way of things.

"...no. That's-- fine. Just... promise you'll not touch anything in there, luv, aye?"

*gasp* for shame DW

[jarvisconsole]

He will have to learn to re-route the stress in time and not get himself caught in these loops of confusion.

"I do promise." That seems to clear the matter up.

[ooc: should we work on another thread? :)]

[hamelinic]

"Thank you, Jarvis."

Not quite the way he'd meant to start the day. Why hadn't he programmed this one for making breakfast rather than this lovely proper learning-curve algorithm he seemed to have struck on.

"Show me where you've hidden my shirts, then."

[ooc; Sure! Did you have something in mind?]

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis walks straight over to a bookshelf to pick up the stack of neatly folded shirts.

[ooc: figuring on slowly having Jarvis build on what he's learned and grow smarter over time. maybe we could do a meme? with some sort of crisis type thing? maybe Cynric hurt badly and Jarvis has to work out what to do...I'm just spitballing, I'll look at bakerstreet and see what they have]