( open log come be my friend hail satan )

[inflori]

CHARACTERS: Petre, open to everyone.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: day 166 onward.
SUMMARY: Petre fucks around, he's bored and you're his entertainment, probably.
WARNINGS: He swears and says inappropriate things; if there are themes to his character you'd like me to avoid, let me know here.

NESTING DECK | WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME
[ Hard to say where Petre spends most of his time, but this is the first place he remembers seeing after his world burned before his eyes, so it seems logical to him to come here for answers. There are none, of course, even when he directly addresses the symbiote that doesn't even bother to answer back in words. There will be things along the lines of the following: ]

(Hey, can you hear me?)
(You could answer, you're in my head, stupid.)
(Do you even have a name?)
(You're useless.)

[ Because he's a smart cookie, of course. Whatever. He crosses his arms, kicks at whatever he finds that's grounded to the floor, and wanders around to see if there's anyone he can wake up to actually have a conversation with. ]

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TRAINING WING | JUST KEEP SWIMMING
[ People who have been around him will know this: Petre used to be a human boy, was turned into a demon and taught how to fight by his partner Diana, since she created him to become a sidekick in a war against gods. For that he knows how to pick up a weapon or other, but anyone seeing him actually practicing with or without one will find that he's extremely crude and prefers brutality over technique. Seriously, it's almost sad to watch.

Otherwise, he'll be shedding his clothes and jumping into the pool wearing nothing but twink-sized briefs. There's the possibility he may use his heat-inducing powers to make the water warmer. And warmer. Until he's actually pretty damn hot, at least if you come close enough. You're... welcome? ]

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RECREATIONAL WING | NETFLIX AND THRILL
[ The boy is extremely disorganized. Just peek into his brain to see that his thoughts are a bit chaotic, so much that even his symbiote seems to present a little difficulty quieting things down. It still feels comfortable in his brain, though, for what it's worth, but sadly it does not prevent the kid from being extremely bored. He knows he likes pop culture, from the few things he's bothered to learn about the world outside a war against the divine, which he prefers in the form of easy-to-consume things, such as movies. Do they exist?! That is the question.

So he'll go to the library and start taking out whatever material he finds there. Absolutely do not count on him to put a single thing back in place. ]

Do they have horror movies here? I want those.

Comments

training wing!

[whowhatnow]

[The training wing is becoming a very familiar place to Nathaniel, mostly because he's been forcing himself to come here to train himself.He knows he's terrible at fighting, and with nothing better to do, it's kind of a good idea to get some practice while they're between missions.]

[He sees someone in the pool, and when he heads over to see who it is, he can't help but stop in place because wow, that heat. It's like a summer day on Earth turned up three notches, and he can't help but grin, like it's the coolest thing in the world.]

Whoah, did you just turn this thing into a hot tub? Nice.

yaaaas

[inflori]

[ Sadly, Petre's the only one who doesn't seem to appreciate how cool it is to have his own personal hot tub while the others aren't around. His slim shoulders are hunched up like he's defiantly determined to sulk, and it's only the impressed wave of Nathaniel's comment that makes his mood lift. Slightly. Defiantly determined, remember? And there ain't no damn Nest that can make him feel otherwise! Blah! ]

Yeah. [ And the accent is already apparent on the single word, though not possible to pinpoint so immediately. Petre isn't actively thinking about Romania all the time, okay. ] I'm not turning it back.

[ Not that the other guy made a single sign of wanting him to (he said nice, Petre), but he's still going to be a brat about it. ]

[whowhatnow]

Please don't.

[Just don't. Nathaniel loved the idea of the swimming pool, don't get him wrong, but there's just something amazing about a whole pool transformed into hot tub. It's hard to contain the glee just radiating from his face.]

Can I join you?

[inflori]

[ Glee? About something he's done? Petre can barely contain his excitement. If by excitement you mean, does not compute ??? ]

... Sure? Don't have to be weird about it.

[ The smile on that face is perplexing - though, to be fair, Petre is only ever weirded out when he wants to be. He practically bathes in guts and further gore just because he's too stupid to be clean about murdering people. The boy has no sense of normal, he just has a sense of 'I don't agree with this, therefore it is stupid'. ]

Who're you?

[whowhatnow]

Awesome.

[He won't even hesitate to get out of his t-shirt and shorts, showing off his admittedly boring briefs, and slides in. It takes a moment to adjust, but he basks in the heat of the water for a minute before answering the other's question.]

I'm Nathaniel Horn. Nice to meet you. [He says, reaching over with a hand to shake.] This is the best thing I've seen in a while around here. Good job.

[inflori]

[ he arches his brows, feeling like this is the first time anyone's treated him well enough to actually reach over and shake his hand. Which he does with a degree of uncertainty, eventually catching up. A handshake. Amazing. And done. ]

It is? Because it was super easy.

[ But feel free to just keep complimenting him, his ego loves it. ]

I'm Petre. Dodrescu.

[whowhatnow]

Well, easy for you, but I don't have the ability to turn swimming pools into hot tubs, which is just upsetting, really.

[He beams at the handshake (he was half expecting for it to be rejected) and moves to lean against the side of the pool, arms draped over the edge.]

Petre? A nice name. Where are you from? Earth, I'm assuming?

[frakkincylons]

[ Sam's wandering around the station, after having spent the night before scattering his brain in an attempt to find answers, when he hears the voices. maybe petre's trying to talk to the symbiote, but he's bleeding thoughts a good deal. there's only one set of people in his head that will be talking to him, and that's the rest of the hosts.

figures he might as well answer. ]

( It doesn't talk, it's not sentient. Not in the way we are at least. )

[inflori]

[ Far apart as they may be, Petre's head still snaps to look over his shoulder like the voice in his head (finally) is standing right there. He has to get used to it, which is something he has yet to decide is an inevitability he should resent forever and ever. Trust a demon brat to make a clear decision on whether to lash out or behave.

The wave of alertness draws back more softly than how it came, allowing the boy to drop down on the floor and cross his legs, starting to pick at his nails. He wants to answer with his actual voice, but. You know. ]

( What good is it for, then? We can all talk to each other. They've got all this stupid technology, they could make it talk. )

[frakkincylons]

[ damn is he glad you're not in his brood, bro. they have enough to handle with kylo ren and anakin. and ilde. ]

( What makes you think technology's going to affect whether it talks or not? )

[ he wants to say 'you can't manipulate something alive with technology', but then again, hahahaha, look at yourself, sam. look at what you are. ]

[inflori]

[ Soon everyone will be glad they're not in Petre's brood. And those who are will weep. ]

( Uh, because technology does everything? Or are you one of those dumb guys who doesn't even know how wi-fi works. )

[ Not that. Petre knows how it works, he just knows how to use it. Same diff as far as he's concerned, wow don't be a hater now. ]

[frakkincylons]

( Does it? I must just be one of those dumb guys. )

[ shut up, sam, you are literally a machine. so full of shit. ]

( Did you make it out of the Nesting Deck yet? )

[ as he's assuming this dude just woke up if he's trying to talk to the thing in his head. ]

[inflori]

( Well that's, like, totally a surprise. )

[ Feel the bratty sarcasm, Sam. Feeeeel it. ]

( No? I'm trying to see if I can find anyone else. Maybe they'll be more interesting than this stupid thing in my head. )

[ And Petre does nothing to correct him. ]

training wing

[circumspector]

[ Hard not to feel someone talking so loud in their head to start with, harder again when it's a broodmate. But probably a good thing considering she's set out to find him finally. Romy's gone into a coma, and it prickles something low and anxious in her. A need to seek out the others -- hadn't had the time with him when he first arrived, too busy trying to repair a ship, and then, then she hadn't been in much of a state to deal with anyone.

But he's brood, and even if he's being obnoxious, it feels better near him than being apart. Not that she follows him into the water, rather she takes up a spot at the edge of the pool, waiting for when he comes up for air. Peering at him with a somewhat sedate curiosity. Ventures after a moment: ]

If you keep that up, there won't be any water left in there.

[inflori]

[ Hard to say he can feel surprise anymore, what with all of them being attuned to where the other is. The loss of individuality hardly strikes as a huge crisis when you're revived to be part of a two-person army that's just going to burn in hell anyway. When he comes up and sees her, though, he regards her with a little more curiosity than usual. He hasn't really interacted with his own brood yet, he's been actively pretending he can actually fight against the urges of being part of the hive, and now that she's here he's questioning himself on why he bothered. She's a nice presence. Not as nice as Diana would have been, but... ]

So? It's not like they can't afford to get more.

[circumspector]

[ She tipped forward, like she was getting a better look at him. All too focused scrutiny, marks him down, and to the well ordered corridors of her mind, so too she makes a place to keep everything she'll learn about him. Something exact to how she follows his movements. ]

Are you sure about that? We are in space. Water can be quite the commodity out here.

[inflori]

No it isn't.

[ There's totally a lot of water in space? At least he thinks so. Whatever, man. ]

You're from my... Brood.

[circumspector]

[ She turns in with her laughter, ducking to curl her smile into herself. All slight of dip of her head and the little rise and fall of her shoulders with a giggle.

She nods to his question though, the smile still there as she looks up to him again. ]

I am. My name is Angel. Just a name though, I promise. [ Not something she particularly ever thought she'd need to say, but after Ilde and Ares she'd rather be clear. ]

[inflori]

[ Good thing she's clear, if the face Petre makes is anything to go by. True, being around Angel didn't just make him throw up in the pool, but it still makes him uncomfortable and wary that someone could... be an angel. He's not even sure they're real; there are other kinds of gods where he's from, and yet Satan is totally a thing. Figure that. ]

... I don't like it.

crashes in here finally - Nesting Deck!!

[narcissithstic]

[Ren might as well have claimed this portion of the station for how often he keeps to it. Still, this time it's nothing to do with solace or waiting with bated breath for Cathaway to catch his stare: robes mended, helmet in place, he's come to discard the clothing he no longer requires.

Only instead he finds...something else. A deliberately one-sided conversation from an agitated host he cannot recognize and lays no claim to. New life to replace what was lost, he imagines.]

It will not respond. [Grim and grotesque, punctuated by a digital crackle, Ren's voice breaks the silence.] That does not mean it cannot understand you.

yaaaaaaaas

[inflori]

[ Petre makes a face when he sees him, and his feelings are clear: the fuck. ]

... What are you wearing? Are you a robot? You can't be a robot, robots don't have thoughts.

[ Therefore, he totally wouldn't be here. Unless he's a servant or something? This place just gets weirder and weirder, he decides. He wants Diana all over again. ]

[narcissithstic]

How astute.

[Either it's said without any particular inflection or the modulator itself erases any intonation in Ren's tone as he draws nearer, head cocked beneath the shade of his hood - air heavy with the weight of his shared mental presence.

He could be cruel.

And yet already he's been forced to endure the dig of failure beneath his ribs under Cathaway's watchful stare; he has no interest in provoking any further enmity between hosts. Gloved fingers raise to settle against the latches on either side of his mask before the seal hisses on release, pulled away to reveal the entirely human features underneath. Fine and sharp, marred only by a gruesome scar that's been carved cleanly across the center of his face, it's a staggering contrast to the facade he'd maintained only a moment prior.

After a long moment he asks with a stoicism that borders on unkind:] Better?

[inflori]

[ If Petre is intimidated, he pointedly tries to show he's not, standing his ground with crossed arms and an attempt to keep his lips neutral, when in truth he simply purses them with the building tension. Fear isn't... something he knows, unless he's driven to extreme situations, and even then his brain just clicks and sends him into berserk mode right away. This is different, though. Heavy, dark, like something's clamping down on his eardrums.

Then the mask, with its little functions and ensuing sounds, reveals what would almost look like a gentle face, were it not for the scar. Petre's features are just as deceitful whenever he refrains from grimacing, or grinning like an utter maniac. In this case, he finally releases a breath and smirks triumphantly. ]

You're just some guy.

[ Nothing to be afraid of. Not! That he was! Or anything!! ]

[narcissithstic]

Am I?

[For a moment— brief and fleeting— Ren's mouth twists upwards into a mirrored grin, though the hardness in his jawline makes it seem anything but sincere.]

And what are you, I wonder. [Not a malicious question, but a thoughtful one: a chance to evaluate whether or not it's fear that has Petre so rallied, or pride.]

[inflori]

Me?

[ He keeps the brat levels at maximum, so sure that what comes next will have any effect at all. ]

I'm a demon.