Scene #8372: The Petra Soroka fatalities club meeting.

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Dragonfly	The IMV No Practical Applications, an ostensibly medical vessel, has been somewhat quiet in recent days- its captain, owner, and Chief Medical Officer has been off-board renewing her numerous medical certifications, and without her, some of the vessel's life is gone. Or at least, that's how Dragonfly feels about it. Before her own recent excursion retrieving Ishirou's body, nearly all anything anyone had been getting up to had been either air frying food or ensuring said air fryer hasn't been blown up by a certain watch. Dragonfly limps on board, delivered by the East Wind's current pilot, with the corpse-filled duffel bag. Probably glad to be rid of the kind of comments I'm making on their magic fucking airship, aha. As methodically as she retrieved the body, she sets towards preparing it, not particularly going out of her way to not draw Betra's attention with any of the noise. Ishirou's body, pulled out of its duffel bag and then body bag, unceremoniously strapped to that same biological stasis bed that kept Betra alive, a much better deterrent of corpse decay than some emergency chemicals. Latex gloves pulled on, a handful of surgical tools retrieved, and a small, dubious machine's rustled out of the back of a cabinet, a device that none of the crew ever enjoy having to use, but one that's unfortunately highly necessary in the medical landscape of this ship's native world. Dragonfly had to convince the East Wind's medic to "loosen up" Ishirou's skull a little bit so that she'd be able to get into it for this. She's not the surgeon, after all. But she can definitely pull out an already-loosened brain and install it into a Mind-Machine Interface- she's done that a lot. And so with that same methodical bordeness she installs Ishirou's grey matter into the device. Theoretically, his brain isn't innately compatible with the device- it's too hybridized between meat and silicon- but that isn't an issue at all for Dragonfly's ability. Compensations and adjustments are made, and once satisfied, she activates the device. The motions of chemicals and signals reactivate in Ishirou, now reduced to a brain in a jar on a glass table in a dark surgery ward. Dragonfly sits, staring boredly, waiting for him to wake up and say something. She has not, notably, placed the MMI in a position where its rudimentary cameras would be unable to see its mind's previous body- it's on full view, still in its stasis bed.
Ishirou	Oddly for Dragonfly, the more android pieces of his brain are highly compatible with technology, he does basically hack things with his brain, or in a pinch, directly. Ishirou is often very compatible with technology of any type of a certain level of complexity. Ishirou takes a little bit to 'wake up'. There are different layers to it, slowly coming back on but from alive, to dreaming, to slowly waking, and finally back to awareness. Thankfully, his eyes and voice are connected to MMI, allowing him to see and speak. That might have caused no small amount of panic if he wasn't able to. The 'eyes' of the machine look around, finally landing on Dragonfly. He definitely notices a lack of connection with his limbs. He doesn't have any connection with his organs...or with POD. It's very disorienting for him to be without POD. It's very much like cutting out a sense for him...speaking of senses other ones were missing. Damage to his parts and disconnection from POD keep him from doing anything but looking around with his eyes. "Dragonfly..?" he asks, testing the voice out. "What...happened? Am I on...the NPA?" He pauses for a moment, "I remember...being stabbed and..." slowly dying. "What...what day is it..?"
Dragonfly	"Monday," Dragonfly states flatly, leaning back in her chair and briefly attempting to cross her legs before remembering that one of them is little more useful than a cane at the moment. So instead, to complete the detached gesture, she flips her hair a little bit and tilts her head up to be able to look down a bit more dismissively on the MMI. "You were killed by Petra and now you're here, in one of the lowest hells. Your eternal torment is having to sit on a table and deal with me forever." She buzzes like a sigh and drops the dismissive glare for something a little more genuine. But not quite. "No. Sorry. I've pulled that one before. You're on the NPA, yeah. Your body's stable, recoverable, but Metaphor's out of town, so there's nothing we can really do about it for... a while. If you're content to wait that long sitting on that table motionlessly, I mean." She half-frowns. "Or if you even want to keep using that one, no offense."
Ishirou	Ishirou has a moment of realization. Petra did kill him, and nobody could get to him...until now. That means there had to have been a conflict with her. Of course, the joke gets Dragonfly the equivalent of glare from the MMI. Though a question is posed, though not directly. "...The others..? Lilian? Did that.../thing/ do anything to her..? Please tell me she didn't do this to anyone else..?" he asks, almost pleading. Though he finally does speak up, "...I don't know anymore.." he says honestly, about his body. "After...that...after what she has done..." he sighs, "If that is humanity then I want nothing to do with it."
Powerpuff Girls	Betra, who has accepted being dubbed 'Betra' because at this point Even She is comfortable with getting a bit far away from 'Just Petra' and accepting being Beta Petra. Alpha Petra was very buggy. Ha! Machine humor. (She has picked up a little in a few weeks, but mostly she's been a helpful. . . 'assistant's assistant'). Emerging from a hatch, jacketless in a t-shirt and shorts and a pair of socks she has customized with a dozen rubber furniture floor feeties so she can wear socks and not shoes in the ship, because the bare deck makes her feet cold, and the Mark II's control watch on her left wrist, she enters right about the time the revived Ishirou starts talking about casting aside humanity. "Oh, I'll come back later." The short-haired blond decides, but can't pivot on her very deck stable socks and so just kind of stands there awkwardly instead. "Do you congratulate people for this? It seems like a congratulations... but I'm not the doctor." A pause, while she tries to kick her feet and, again, stopped by her socks. What a terrible idea. Never should have done it. "So... Maybe-congratulations on being un-aliven't?"
Dragonfly	Dragonfly has to think on that one for a moment. It's not like she was really paying attention to much of the fight beyond herself and the Kana's tight guard over Ishirou's little crater. "Pretty sure everyone else is fine. Petra was arrested or something, I think," she says, shrugging. "I thought Kale was a goner for a bit during it, actually, but it turned out he was actually alive, so. I think it was pretty much just you that died, actually, yeah." She says that last part almost tauntingly, smiling very slightly. The grin falls quickly, though. "What kind of body you're living in doesn't... actually affect that. Any of that. You get that, ri-" and this is where Betra shows up. Dragonfly waves loosely towards her, typical form for the detached caretaker role she's taken in Betra's presence, like staying at your unmarried uncle's house for a week in the summer. "Mh. Hey. We have a, uh." She gestures vaguely at Ishirou's brain on the table. "A guest over." She buzzes, frowning. "Yeah, nobody's the doctor here right now."
Ishirou	Ishirou makes a relieved sound. Though it stops when Kale is mentioned as getting hurt. Then he pauses on the thought for a moment. No...that's...actually fairly common he realizes. It's still awful, but if not Petra then the next person he decides has offended him on the street and declares a duel on. "That's..." a pause, "You were there..? Did you fight her?" Ishirou sounds surprised because Dragonfly was so avoiding any conflict that might hurt her. "...My body doesn't affect that..?" he asks, to him this isn't an obvious thing. After all, Indus had melded the concept of 'human' and 'personhood' in his mind for so long that the concepts were hard to separate. He immediately freezes in thought when Betra shows up. "W-Wha..." a pause, remembering the other Petra. "O-oh...B-Betra, right? Sorry, I...didn't check in on you after bringing you here.." he says. He seems to stew on things for a moment, now that he realizes this isn't Petra coming to finish the job somehow. "T-thank you for the well wishes.." "...I've never been very durable. I'm also prone to dying it seems."
Powerpuff Girls	Betra had heard voices talking, and saw Ishirou on the table, and otherwise only had the truly brain-destroying tool of the hypernet (entirely through her smartwatch, which was still remote desktopping into a few dozen houses in Townsville to steal subscriptions to streaming services entirely via a coke can sized circular porthole) to take up her time, stopped just a few steps closer to Dragonfly as the mood shifts. Betra looks down at Ishirou. Betra looks up at Dragonfly. Betra glances at Mark II, down on her lowered wrist, which is pulsing an expanding and contracting circle of green on an otherwise dark face. "... Does that other girl really prey on people who're weaker than her? That's... That doesn't sound right, but I guess that's how the world really is."
Dragonfly	Dragonfly's face adds an eyebrow to its display for the express purpose of raising it. "Are you in the habit of getting yourself into this kind of thing or something," she states flatly. Then she shakes her head briefly, more as if clearing it than in any form of negation. There's a very brief sloshing sound. "I mean. I pulled you out of that, and you're still who you are outside of it." She pulls something between a squint and a glare. "Your world has that weird old-Sol mindset of that specific brand of... living inside a Homo sapiens body being somehow special, doesn't it." "... I didn't really fight so much as shoot at her tank and get blown up while everyone else did the actual work. I was pretty much there to grab the body and run. I'm. Not really sure what her whole deal is. And I'd prefer to not actually end up involved in it."
Ishirou	Ishirou settles for a moment, hearing what Betra says. "It isn't right..." he says, after a moment. "It isn't right, and it shouldn't /be/ that way..." he says again. But...what shouldn't be and what is are two different things. It still is, she was still a thing, a creature...and not too terribly far from human. He turned his eyes from it, thinking only the best...but was it thinking the best..? Or was it just desperation to be...accepted? To be acknowledged? "Yeah...yeah it is Dragonfly," Ishirou finally answers. Though she says something that catches his attention more than anything else. '...and you're still who you are outside of it.' That is until she mentions being there to extract him. "...Thank you, Dragonfly.." he says, honestly touched. "...You're...a lot nicer than you want others to know," he says. A younger Ishirou might have asked why, but...he thinks he knows. "...I want to go through with it. You're right. ...And...if she is what humanity is..." "Then maybe it's humanity that needs to change."
Powerpuff Girls	Betra has a hard time really even thinking badly of either person present, seeing as she owes her life and continued existence to both of them and one of them particularly. While her natural affinity may be towards resentment, little has set in - she's genuinely too young experientially to be disaffected even by fairly normal life at the standards of the ship. She had been used to less and nothing so being given more still had a wonder and coin-biting doubt to. A little uncomfortable, still, talking over Ishirou's broken body about Petra, decides to agree that Dragonfly is great: "You went there yourself? Is that why you left? I thought you were getting something... But I guess it makes sense why I couldn't come. Really, I think I'd rather not. I wouldn't have been useful." She admits, but it's the sort of distancing one would expect from hard drugs and not helping out. Betra's experience with Petra Soroka had sent her this way, and now she was being trained on Internet Of Go Screw Yourself (Into The Port Manually) living to be Very Far Away from more.
Dragonfly	The implication that anything she has done is appreciated or at all noble immediately sets Dragonfly off, her face twisting into something approximating disgust. The screen starts flickering on the side that its glass is cracked, giving the impression that her eye is twitching. "Listen," she starts, anger starting to seep into her aloof tone, "Anything I've done for either of you has pretty much been because my... employer-" Metaphor doesn't actually pay her- "asked me to do it. Ishirou, consider yourself lucky that things are so quiet here recently, your situation excepted, because otherwise I wouldn't have even considered anything more than sticking you on that stasis bed for however long it takes her to get back." She crosses her arms, leaning forward. "I could just leave you on that table, so that you're even fully conscious and helpless for that entire w-" Something about that train of thought causes Dragonfly to trail off and her fan RPM to increase for just a few seconds, and her disgusted expression falls back to neutrality. "Anyways. Go through with, what? You want me to just throw you together a whole fresh chassis right now? That kind of thing takes time. At best, I can get you some working hands and legs. Anything that's actually decent to live in would be a... long term endeavor." She grins, just a little evilly. "Meaning you'd have to be dealing with me a whole lot."
Ishirou	Ishirou is silent for a while and then speaks. "I'll remember that. Thankfully, I am luckier than not.." he says, though there is a faint sound of amusement. "Also you make it sound like dealing with you is /so awful/. I thought we got along just fine," he says, followed by something resembling a laugh. To Betra he sighs, "She...lured me out with the tape she made of Lilian in a compromising situation and was posting the worst parts of it to make it even worse than it was. I thought I could get it out and then run, but..." "Then she activated that /war crime/. She knew what she was doing, she planned almost every part of the interaction, had set the home-field advantage, and knew I wouldn't be fighting to win but to either destroy or recover the recording." "Except for the dying part...I won," he says, perhaps a bit smugly. "Except for the part where she also used white phosphorous. I am surprised there was anything left of me to recover." "I...have ideas for the chassis, but I will need your help moving to something that could work with it. I have a friend.." a pause, "...And I need to access my features again, and contact POD. I...need to contact a lot of people."
Powerpuff Girls	Betra also reacts, but to something else. A switch is flipped, a context toggle, and her hands come up, and her shoulders come down, and she flinches - nearly cringing as if expecting something else. All in a reflexive beat, every part of her arrangement moves towards a cringing 'please don't-!' without being said, and a two-step retreat back. A pause, moon-eyed, and then Betra flashes a weak smile and thumbs back towards the hatch. "Sorry. I'll just be over there. I didn't want to bother you." She offers, and is at the at the door with another "I'll go watch some stuff on Mark II while you work. I won't be a bother."
Dragonfly	Dragonfly watches Betra's reaction with little more than slight confusion, and just shrugs, replying, "Doesn't really matter if you're here or not here, I'm pretty sure. Anyways, uh. Oh, wait, right, before you go. I was going to say earlier, let me know if you're going to be wanting any Doctor Gibb out of the soda dispenser, because right now the button for that one just causes it to dump its entire resevoir. Semi-explosively." She frowns. "And I don't want to have to clean that up." Turning back to Ishirou, she says, "Mh. Yeah, like I said. Hands and legs. Can get you into something like that today, but it won't be pretty. Can take you over to the engine room where all the lathes and stuff are if you want to get started now. If we're done in here, I mean."
Ishirou	Ishirou looks...well 'looks' towards Betra as she goes through several things at once, but...without access to his scanners and such he isn't able to do much but be concerned. "...Don't be a stranger, alright?" he says, concerned but letting Betra have her space. Ishirou speaks but is silent at first...as if he was trying to nod, but remember he couldn't. "Yeah...that'll be fine. Thank you, again," he says, earnestly.
Powerpuff Girls	Betra, at the door out of the Place Where They Keep The Recently Maybe Unaliven't (a table?), pauses to listen to the full scope of Dragonfly's specific request. "Oh. Um. ... ... ... Sure, I can not touch that button. I'll go see if I can fix it. I'll clean up if I mess something up, don't worry." She further clarifies, skirting away from the process. She did want to help, wanted to be useful, wanted to learn things... But she didn't have anywhere else to go. So if Dragonfly got mad at her...
Dragonfly	Dragonfly pries herself out of her chair slowly, having to hold onto its back to get herself standing properly with her crumpled leg, and limps over to pick Ishirou up off the table. To Betra, she says, "Mh. Don't feel any need to bother fixing it, it was me that broke it in the first place anyways. Meaning I'm going to be the only one able to figure out what its issue is. I'm just saying for if you end up wanting any Gibb later, or something. You know." With that said, she starts limping her way aftward to the engine room.
Ishirou	Ishirou isn't used to being... That's a lie, yes he is. He's used to being picked up and carried around all the time, especially when he does something stupid and hurts himself. Which is...more often than you think. "...So what happened with the machine?"
Dragonfly	The engine room of the IMV No Practical Applications is, in many ways, very similar to its other rooms- extensively cluttered, in a way that implies that attempts were made to organize it that were completely overpowered by its own will to be filled with more and more clutter and nonsense. Beyond the equipment intended for servicing the ship's own various functions, much of the clutter is contained within various projects in robotics and engineering, most notable of which is what looks like a gigantic, half-finished robotic pangolin's tail. Dragonfly casually brushes it off of its workbench onto the floor and places Ishirou's MMI onto said table, before turning her attention to the console of some kind of machining lathe. Focus fully on fussing with the console, she says, "Anyways. Do you have any preferences on... like, anything, actually. Head type? Leg posture? Can always replace it later, but. You know." She shrugs, eyes still on the machine.
Ishirou	"Um.." he pauses, trying to best work out what he was thinking. "I kind of like the old...shape? Hm. Actually, I haven't tried a full-on metal body yet...like a metal skeleton and all that." He pauses, "I have ideas for things, but I need basic working features first. I have a friend too who would be perfect for this too.." he considers. "Let's stick with basic limbs and body for now. I can then trace out what I want to do better than words." "...So what happens to...the brain? Is it like this forever?"
Dragonfly	Still fussing with the console, Dragonfly says, "To you? I kept your old body on stasis for a reason. Metaphor will pretty much probably be able to stick you back into it if you end up changing your mind on it." As she talks, the lathe starts machining a number of base parts, various pieces of robotic metal, and she moves on to hunting down other components and tools from various shelves and crates in the room. "Anyways. I have it set to something pretty... basic. Your friend will probably be able to get you closer to the correct shape after that, if, you know." She starts idly tapping a screwdriver against the shelf she's looking through. "You don't find my own work adequate. But do feel free to come back if they find themselves unable to live up to what you're already in," she says, laughing slightly.
Ishirou	"I likely will..." Ishirou thinks about this. "I'll need someone to do maintenance...and I do run into a lot of walls apparently.." he says, laughing slightly. "Also I have my own ideas for personalizations that I'd want you to do." "But...the friend in question probably has a better idea of the general shape than I can describe to you. Also.." he says, eyes looking down at the mismatched legs. "I like my legs symmetrical."
Dragonfly	"Mh. Fair enough." At the leg comment, she shakes her screwdriver at Ishirou. "Listen. That's my shape, not yours. When they're both functioning." The lathe beeps, probably indicating that it's finished printing things- the dissembled pieces of various forms of robotic plating lay on its output. Dragonfly is not much for conversation when she's working. It's the same silent, methodical determination as when she was performing corpse retrieval, but this time with more apparent skill attached. Components are connected, tweaks made, wires and plating and circuits and metal and metal and metal. At the end of it all, a barebones humanoid robotic chassis lays down on the table, almost all hatches closed and their components installed. The chassis is unpainted, being a dull metallic grey, and it's skeletal in more places than it isn't, with wiring exposed. Its head is vaguely human-shaped, not the cubic monitor-head shape seemingly common in these parts, but it does still have a screen for its face, curved to the loose organic shapes of the head. Utilitarian. Generic. Functional. One hatch is still open and awaiting a component- the very center of the chest has a very MMI-shaped hole among the internal components. "Well, are you ready?"
Ishirou	"It's a preference thing, no judgment," Ishirou says and is said earnestly at least. Dragonfly makes the look work, it's just not his look, any more than his look is hers. While Ishirou DOES have a mouth and loves to ask questions, he /is/ capable of being silent. It's especially true when he's watching something he hasn't really seen before. Watching Dragonfly work is something he hasn't seen, and did want to. Utilitarian, and a screen face. He hasn't tried one of those yet. He'll have to get used to that but isn't unthankful. "Yeah. I'm ready."
Dragonfly	Dragonfly's still unceremonious about placing Ishirou's brain into the chassis, but she is at least gentle. Or maybe it's just necessary in order to not break something, who knows. As she makes the final finishing touches, connecting a few wires here and there, she rattles off a handful of specs about the chassis. "Aux is pretty barebones, just enough to run the screen, voice, and motion systems. No wireless connectivity, but that's for the better, to be fully honest. Screen has a few pre-loaded pictures and faces, speaker has a handful of stock voice programs, fairly adjustable. Full reflex systems for motion and voice, should feel natural as an organic body after the standard adjustment period. No pain systems but full proprioception and pseudo-touch hooked into that, and there's hooks for full touch and pain once it actually has any plating compatible with the stuff. Anyways." She clips down one last connector, and full control of the chassis starts slowly fading into Ishirou's perceptions. "There you are."
Ishirou	With the last adjustment in place, there is a pause as the frame moves. Ishirou seemingly testing out limb control, his senses, and all the new bits and bobbles he has control over. Strangely, it doesn't feel that different than when he had an android body. The limits of the human body, and this definitely had some stark contrasts. He isn't sure which he prefers more, yet. He takes some time to test out voice modulators, taking some time to adjust them and make a few test sounds that sound more like song notes than anything. Finally, he gets something /close/ to what he sounded like before. He can adjust that later. As for the face, he decides to leave it in the default states and transmit his own brand of emotions through them, somewhat to be respectful to the culture that uses this instead of more humanoid faces. Though he does prefer his face to that of a screen. "I...think I'm settled. It's remarkably similar to what I remember in android maintenance cycles..."