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[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

[inflori]

[ ... after a pause... ]

( Is that where you are? )

[frakkincylons]

( Between there and the training wing, yeah. )

[ it had been somewhere on his way out of the life support rooms that he heard grumpy mcwhinesalot. ]

[inflori]

( Okay. I'm coming to find you. )

[ Nowhere in this conversation was there an invitation for Petre to join the poor idiot who answered his thoughts, but that's just life. ]

[frakkincylons]

( If you want. Hope you're up for jogging. )

[ because he's not stopping his work out for you, homie. ]

[inflori]

( Jogging? What, you're actually working out here? )

[ Petre is way too used to having super strength Just Because. ]

[frakkincylons]

( What, you think this was a luxury cruise? )

[ honestly, sam should be able to punch someone through a wall if he'd wanted. cylons are far from human in terms of strength. he's not sure if it's the time spent in coma, or the effect of the symbiote, but he's not as strong as he should be. stronger than human, yes, but not as much as he ought to be. but either way, he works out because he likes working out. being human isn't nearly so bad as it's made out to be. ]

[inflori]

( Well, yeah. )

[ They get food and a pool and everything. ]

( I just don't need to do any of that stuff. )

[frakkincylons]

( Suit yourself. I just like doing it. )

[ They don't have to do anything here, and really, Sam probably doesn't need to exercise for his strength to come back. But it's relaxing to him. Normal. ]

[inflori]

( Oh, you're one of those. )

[ He bets the guy's got muscles everywhere. He'll soon find out, anyway, making his way to his presence. Sam, on the other hand, will find that the kid's as scrawny as he... sounds...? Hm. ]

[frakkincylons]

( I thought I was one of the dumb guys who doesn't know how wifi works? I get two? )

[ it's not like muscle explosion, especially considering the month worth of paralysis he had a few days ago, but you can definitely tell he's some kind of athlete by first glance. ]

[inflori]

( Sure, you can be dumb for loads of reasons. )

[ He has decided, virtually giggling to himself. He is much too easily amused.

And he makes it to Sam's vicinity eventually, looking for... whatever figure shows up. He just assumes the first one he finds is it. ]

There you are.

[frakkincylons]

( And here I was worried I was limiting my prospects too much. )

[ honestly, he's really not very annoying. In actuality, it's kind of fun. Sam's always been a social creature, and while this guy is whiny as hell, and not company he'd usually prefer to keep, but at least unique. Besides, after being married to Kara two years, he kind of got used to being The Patient One.

When Petre shows up, Sam's mid jog, but for the sake of Whiny McComplainypants, he slows to a walk, tugging up the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his forehead for a moment. ]

Here I am. Sam, by the way.

[inflori]

[ Ew, he's sweaty. Sort of? Petre offers him a bit of a smile as he comes up, but he somehow manages to make it neither wicked nor friendly. It's just... Petre. ]

I'm Petre. When'd you get here?

[frakkincylons]

[ he is sweaty, sorry, homeslice. it's a thing that happens when you run. and since that is the state of things, he'll spare him the handshake. not that petre seems like one for formal greetings and all. also, he's like twelve. ]

Uh, woke a few days back, about. I think I was on the ship for a week or so before that, though.

[ comas, man. it's a bitch. ]

[inflori]

So you were sleeping.

[ Maybe Petre was too? He doesn't know? Or doesn't remember, or doesn't care. It's all a wonderful cocktail that's certainly going to help him stay alive for a very very long time. ]

[frakkincylons]

Well, I was... comatose, so, yeah, sort of.

[ does that count as sleeping? well, he was unconscious, so sure, whatever, that works. he'd been in sort of a... on and off weird robot coma before this, so it's not too surprising to him that he didn't jolt right up, all normal and functioning the second he got on the ship. ]

[inflori]

Sounds boring.

[ Never talk about it again. ]

Do your arms, like, ache.

[frakkincylons]

It was.

[ what part of comas would be exciting???? ]

Ache? Sort of. Hadn't moved them much. Why, do yours?

[inflori]

No. I never ache.

[ Though he will, when Sam does the thing with the explosion inside Petre's head. The future is amazing. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ ur welcome for that ]

Well shit. Must be nice.

[ kid, you are weird. but okay, whatever, you do you. ]

[inflori]

It is. I bet it makes me stronger than you, too.

[ don't ]

[frakkincylons]

[ uh. okay. ]

Do you... want a medal?

[ it probably does. at this point, at least. when he gets cylong strength, maybe. but does it actually matter to sam? nooooot reaaally??? (it will after petre decides he wants to eat him) ]

[inflori]

[ squint. ]

What would I do with a medal.

[ uhm ]

[frakkincylons]

[ "shove it up your ass" ]

Sounds like your problem, not mine.

[ or that. ]

[inflori]

[ and thus Sam made Petre one kinky mofucka ]

What the fuck does that even mean. You're the one who brought it up. You're not making any sense.