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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[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]