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J.A.R.V.I.S. ([personal profile] jarvisconsole) wrote2013-01-15 02:07 am

As of yet unnamed verse with hamelinic

[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.
hamelinic: (saving throw;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-15 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
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.
hamelinic: (proficient;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-15 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
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.
hamelinic: (arcane;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-15 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
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--"
hamelinic: (speak language;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-15 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
hamelinic: (hide;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-17 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
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."
hamelinic: (speak language;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-17 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
hamelinic: (listen;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-17 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"...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?"
hamelinic: (20-sided;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-18 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
hamelinic: (balance;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
hamelinic: (natural 1;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-19 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
hamelinic: (arcane;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-19 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
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."
hamelinic: (mass suggestion;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-19 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
hamelinic: (countersong;)

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

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-24 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
hamelinic: (mass suggestion;)

[personal profile] hamelinic 2013-01-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?]