This post is William's IC inbox at ataraxion. You can drop network or action stuff that doesn't quite feel like it fits or warrants a post on the main communities in here.
...technically she has one of those right, like a roboheart. and robo-brainwaves, which will come up later.]
That's probably a good idea anyway, [William agrees.] Although that leaves people who ain't in any kind of department untrained, and that don't seem wise either. You'll find a way to schedule them in too, yeah? [he asks with no real expectation she'll say no. Starting with the departments is relevant enough.]
For all intents and purposes, her heart beats at a healthy regulation, and her brain sends correct signals. She is sublimely healthy, in a somewhat suspiciously median kind of way, her data cresting the bell jar. She is, perhaps, a little warmer than what is considered normal. ]
Yes, [ she answers, simply. ] If they're not going to contribute anything to our little village, the least they could do is learn to look after themselves.
[ That doesn't come across as overly caustic or anything, frank and light in delivery. Her opinion is plain, but it's not one of viciousness. Condescension, faintly. ]
[William is very oblivious in many ways, but he can sense condescension when it's put as such. He was like that once. Not knowing the how of things taught in books, with special skills, the kind of training that takes time and money. Or a commitment to a spacefaring military institution that trafficks with demons.
He smiles at her a little.] Yeah, [he agrees.] 'Little village.' That's funny.
--We could have exams at the end, [he says suddenly, brightening.] I mean, even if it ain't graded. A field test of knowledge, with a scenario, not really dangerous but with some indicators. With an injured dummy or some kind of actor. Make sure people was paying some fucking attention and learned what they was taught.
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he had better find a heartbeat.
...technically she has one of those right, like a roboheart. and robo-brainwaves, which will come up later.]
That's probably a good idea anyway, [William agrees.] Although that leaves people who ain't in any kind of department untrained, and that don't seem wise either. You'll find a way to schedule them in too, yeah? [he asks with no real expectation she'll say no. Starting with the departments is relevant enough.]
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out of the ordinary, calm down.
For all intents and purposes, her heart beats at a healthy regulation, and her brain sends correct signals. She is sublimely healthy, in a somewhat suspiciously median kind of way, her data cresting the bell jar. She is, perhaps, a little warmer than what is considered normal. ]
Yes, [ she answers, simply. ] If they're not going to contribute anything to our little village, the least they could do is learn to look after themselves.
[ That doesn't come across as overly caustic or anything, frank and light in delivery. Her opinion is plain, but it's not one of viciousness. Condescension, faintly. ]
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He smiles at her a little.] Yeah, [he agrees.] 'Little village.' That's funny.
--We could have exams at the end, [he says suddenly, brightening.] I mean, even if it ain't graded. A field test of knowledge, with a scenario, not really dangerous but with some indicators. With an injured dummy or some kind of actor. Make sure people was paying some fucking attention and learned what they was taught.