A Casual Conversation
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robotdick[It turns out, to Nick's chagrin, that programming a whole new VR sensory interface isn't quite as easy as hacking into a high security terminal. It requires a wealth of creative thinking that Nick, in particular, doesn't excel at. Ever since the conversation came up, though, Nick's has had the idea of trying out a new body mod, and maybe doubling each other for the fun of it, taking up considerable real-estate in the back of his head.
Surprisingly, though, after enlisting Dr. Amari to assist him with bits of the programming, Nick's interest in this little project shifted a bit to the left. Sure, he wanted to indulge in new sensation, wanted to see what it was like to be human, to play catcher, to maybe have a duplicate self (or partner) available, but the deeper he got into the code, the more other aspects started to shine.
To get duplicates working, for instance, required being able to clone perception. Nick could do that, given how he had backup files of himself on hand, but how was he supposed to do that with a human? Amari could give him baselines for real living people so Nick could blend the experience for himself, but...could he run a human through the opposite? Filter them through his experience? Turned out, accomplishing both of those was about the same level of pain in the ass and Nick, well, he was intrigued.
Hancock had waded through his busted old memories like he was walking in the park, had rolled through synth perception like he was taking in a lightshow. Nick was sure he could handle this--it wasn't going to be as deep or foundational, not as abstract, and that ought to make it easier, right?
It would be...very different. Hancock would probably agree to do it, both because he was usually game for radical shifts in mental faculties and...because it would be Nick doing the asking.
Nick wasn't sure, however, that he should ask.
Nick, well, he wasn't exactly the best gague of what was and was not addictive. He hadn't even had an ID to assuage until pretty recently, but even before he'd had an ID, he'd gotten hooked on the rush of crashing. After a hundred years without more than the stray dance here and there, Hancock had him utterly invested, enough that he'd already gotten one body mod and was eyeing a second. It was a little self-absorbed to think that his experience was so superior, but Nick practically ran on worry. What if his own climax actually was that much more of an endorphin hit? It could be risky business running someone else through that, especially someone with an addictive personality.
Although, by that same token, it could be risky running himself through an accurate template of the organic perception. Not just running through the vague amalgam of records on hand, but through a modern, accurate set of guidelines. That...could be complicated...but Nick was designed to absorb templates, to install and remove stuff like that. That gave him a leg up...right?
He was still mulling over the ethical concerns in this whole shindig when he finally finished the coding suite. Once he had, Nick came to the conclusion that, ultimately, the decision about whether Hancock should or should not do something wasn't his to make. Just because it was an option on the menu didn't mean he'd choose to use it, and even if he did port his perception through Nick's experience, Hancock was a better judge of what he could handle than Nick could ever be. Hancock trusted him to tap out if it was too much and Nick just had to do the same.
He was relieved to settle the unexpected, impromptu ethical dilema so easily. Unfortunately, Nick was still stuck with another material complication. How in the hell did he just...bring this up in casual conversation?]
How is it that I manage to get a call for every runaway pet in the wasteland?
[Nick is exhausted (insofar as he can be). The last few errands they'd run (routing a few raiders, delivering a package, rescuing a cat from a tree and returning it to its owner) had been unusually grueling. The first rule of the wasteland was a constant, they got sidetracked every few steps, but the sidetracking didn't usually lead to more sidetracking. As is, Nick is glad to see Goodneighbor in the distance.
He's even more glad that he no longer has to carry a livid pampered house-cat through supermutant territory.]
Surprisingly, though, after enlisting Dr. Amari to assist him with bits of the programming, Nick's interest in this little project shifted a bit to the left. Sure, he wanted to indulge in new sensation, wanted to see what it was like to be human, to play catcher, to maybe have a duplicate self (or partner) available, but the deeper he got into the code, the more other aspects started to shine.
To get duplicates working, for instance, required being able to clone perception. Nick could do that, given how he had backup files of himself on hand, but how was he supposed to do that with a human? Amari could give him baselines for real living people so Nick could blend the experience for himself, but...could he run a human through the opposite? Filter them through his experience? Turned out, accomplishing both of those was about the same level of pain in the ass and Nick, well, he was intrigued.
Hancock had waded through his busted old memories like he was walking in the park, had rolled through synth perception like he was taking in a lightshow. Nick was sure he could handle this--it wasn't going to be as deep or foundational, not as abstract, and that ought to make it easier, right?
It would be...very different. Hancock would probably agree to do it, both because he was usually game for radical shifts in mental faculties and...because it would be Nick doing the asking.
Nick wasn't sure, however, that he should ask.
Nick, well, he wasn't exactly the best gague of what was and was not addictive. He hadn't even had an ID to assuage until pretty recently, but even before he'd had an ID, he'd gotten hooked on the rush of crashing. After a hundred years without more than the stray dance here and there, Hancock had him utterly invested, enough that he'd already gotten one body mod and was eyeing a second. It was a little self-absorbed to think that his experience was so superior, but Nick practically ran on worry. What if his own climax actually was that much more of an endorphin hit? It could be risky business running someone else through that, especially someone with an addictive personality.
Although, by that same token, it could be risky running himself through an accurate template of the organic perception. Not just running through the vague amalgam of records on hand, but through a modern, accurate set of guidelines. That...could be complicated...but Nick was designed to absorb templates, to install and remove stuff like that. That gave him a leg up...right?
He was still mulling over the ethical concerns in this whole shindig when he finally finished the coding suite. Once he had, Nick came to the conclusion that, ultimately, the decision about whether Hancock should or should not do something wasn't his to make. Just because it was an option on the menu didn't mean he'd choose to use it, and even if he did port his perception through Nick's experience, Hancock was a better judge of what he could handle than Nick could ever be. Hancock trusted him to tap out if it was too much and Nick just had to do the same.
He was relieved to settle the unexpected, impromptu ethical dilema so easily. Unfortunately, Nick was still stuck with another material complication. How in the hell did he just...bring this up in casual conversation?]
How is it that I manage to get a call for every runaway pet in the wasteland?
[Nick is exhausted (insofar as he can be). The last few errands they'd run (routing a few raiders, delivering a package, rescuing a cat from a tree and returning it to its owner) had been unusually grueling. The first rule of the wasteland was a constant, they got sidetracked every few steps, but the sidetracking didn't usually lead to more sidetracking. As is, Nick is glad to see Goodneighbor in the distance.
He's even more glad that he no longer has to carry a livid pampered house-cat through supermutant territory.]
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Date: 2024-08-25 12:22 am (UTC)All his human fatigue is on one side of the equation, too. ]
Can imagine how it could be a pain. Like... when ya accidentally start manually controlling your own blinking, and then ya can't quit 'cuz your eyes get all pasty?
[ He could easily be half-way drunk, or high, or some floaty combination; he's buzzed on endorphins but weighed down by human lethargy, the combination almost has Blondie slurring his speech. His smile is as peaceful as askew, the tone of his embrace set towards tender and romantic. His humid human hands cup Nick's face with a softness the Hancock in reality can no longer quite manage, and Blondie repeats that familiar tick of overflowing affection, gently bumping their foreheads together. ]
I'll try anything once, and I couldn't ask for a better dance partner. Right now I'm feelin the powerful need to rinse off, but the bathroom is... so damn far away, seriously, I think I might pass out on the way
[ The rough edged growl of a chuckle that emanates from behind the pair of debauched humans is not quite sinister, but.
Suddenly Firefly is standing, lifting Nick and Blondie both beneath the legs, like they weigh little more than a bag of tatos between them. The youngest aspect actually gives a quick shallow gasp of surprises, and scrambles to get hold of Nick and Firefly in a way that doesn't leave him sprawled and dependent like a ragdoll. ]
Jesus brother, warn a guy?
Thought you knew? Pay attention, slacker.
[ The Glowing One is most definitely recovering his strength, stamina, focus, and will to be a menace quicker than his human counterpart. ]
I'll get us to the bath, just gotta... [ There is no language equivocal to the shredded lurid growl that smolders in his throat while he lifts Nick (and his counterpoint in time) as easily and effortlessly and breathing, and frees his spent prick (One. Agonizing. Inch. At a time) from its refuge from the cold. ]
H-hey, we're tryin' to have a conversation, can ya not--?
Enjoy myself so much? [ The far too casual, almost lazy rolling of the ghouls hips obscenely slides his soft slick sex bewteen Nick's cheeks. ] Not really my style, little man.
[ And now Blondie is blushing hot beneath his incredulous, toothless glare. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 05:40 pm (UTC)It's ridiculous, of course, getting embarassed now--after all that--but Nick's always been a little straight-laced.
Firefly carries them easily, flexing his comparatively absurd strength, and meanders the short distance to the restroom. The program is a perfect mirror of their apartment, down to the honey in the fridge, so it's no shock that the bathroom is dead accurate. Nick, however, seems a little surprised to be in here at all--then it dawns on him: he can take a (virtual) bath without worry. The novelty there is enormous and he huffs an amused sound, twisting just so to bump his nose against the side of Firefly's jaw.]
Didn't figure we'd end up here, but I can't say I'm opposed. [His voice still sounds debauched, but he's recovering. He spares a glance at the room and the inset tub and shifts, arm squeezing around Blondie as he does. Nick's pretty sure he's not going to be elegant, but he can maneuver his way into a tub.]
You wanna set me down a second so I can kick on the tap?
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Date: 2024-08-26 10:12 pm (UTC)I see why ya enjoy the human filter on yours truly [ The human aspect affectionately cups Nick's cheek, tracing the brilliant warmth of color with the pad of his thumb. ] It's a good look for you, too... like seein' you blush for me
[ The narrative would like to establish that Hancock likes his honey in the fridge so it can be used to cool off his coffee; lewd applications of the sweet slick substance are just a happy bonus. It occurs to Hancock as he's walking--carrying-- as they step into the bathroom, that clean up could be eliminated by simply unplugging from the Memory Pod. He hasn't forgotten that none of this is technically real so much as failed to think of it directly-- Nick's math on the programing of this whole experience is pristine. Feeling besmirched naturally led the hazy-happy side of this thoughts to water, just like it would outside the datascape.
And now it just seems like too good an idea to pass up. He can imagine, proactively empathize with how different the experience of a bath would be in human skin-- and also, he hasn't been for a dunk sans his Ghoulification for a damn age. It's usually not really an option. He's just going to quietly take some credit for the brilliant idea as though it was anything more than lazy habit. ]
Do I wanna? Not really... can I stand to? Mm... [ The chilled air conveniently shadows the most monstrous aspect, making his heat the preferable, easy to crave comfort in every projected instance; he turns towards the nose bumped into his jaw and catches Nick in a brief but voracious kiss whilst reluctantly easing his paramour (and Blondie, bent against him) to the ground. ]
Just barely
[ The ghoul towers above Nick's human frame like an alter of emerald spires sworn in dedication to fierce and fathomless hunger; he throws his shadow over his lover (himself) like a pall across a mass of reverent worshipers. ]
Careful now darlin... you feel another swoon comin' on, you just say my name. I gocha
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Date: 2024-08-27 01:15 am (UTC)Thanks.
[Nick's still got an armful of Blondie and he sets the human aspect on his feet, waiting a beat before he loosens his hold and steps away to turn on the tap. Nick's recreation is faithful and the pipes in the walls protest loudly as he runs the bath. As the water fills, he tosses a look over his shoulder (way over) at Firefly who is lighting up the room and still wearing more clothing than Nick or Blondie.]
Want me to make it cold, figure you'll probably heat it up fast enough?
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Date: 2024-08-27 03:21 am (UTC)[ The slighter aspect does not quite slur as Nick places him down; he gets his feet under himself quickly enough, finding he'd forgotten how stubbornly the fatigue can linger in mere human anatomy. He still feels comfortably sluggish, limbs made of impossible leaden-jello, thoughts sprawling and sporadic.
Firefly, on the other hand, already seems to be finding his second wind. He's breathing even, just barely sweating beneath his clothing-- he intends to shuck it entirely, but gets caught in a moment watching Nick so tenderly place Blondie down along with him. ]
Good thinkin'... usually it's you that benefits from the liquid cooling
[ The reply comes in English from the youngest aspect, so Nick needn't close his eyes for the direct translation; meanwhile Firefly is peeling off his clothing and flinging it away, already quite aware his real threads are in no danger at all from the negligent disregard. His compulsion for hoarding what's precious can't fixate on his clothing here, and it's a bit of a relief.
While the tall glowing and handsome ghoul undresses, his human half casts Nick a hazy happy smile as he wanders languidly to the tub. ]
Ya know, I didn't expect ya to Not include the whiny taps, but damn. Steller attention to detail my love, really. Five Gold Stars-- Hell, Six. It all feels so damn real... so natural. I'm havin' a damn blast, so uh... Thank you, for makin' this for us.
Seriously, from the bottom'a my heart. This is amazing, you are amazing-- I'd say 'let's do the whole wedding in here' if I wasn't thinkin' about havin family around for the ordeal
Uh, yours. I mean. Because fuck Rob, obviously. Kinda goes without sayin.
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Date: 2024-08-27 06:01 am (UTC)It had taken him far longer than he'd admit, making this place a carbon copy, but nowhere else would have done for this sort of thing. He didn't want to make somewhere else, he wanted to make home, and it feels deeply gratifying to hear the sleepy, happy-hazy sentiment from Hancock. Nick shrugs a little, shoulders inching a little higher toward his ears (they felt hot? could ears blush? This had never come up before for a variety of reasons) and the tub before him gradually fills with cool water.
With the chill in the air, Nick can think of few things he wants less than climbing into a cold bath, but that won't take much to fix. He'd joke about it, but Hancock hits him with that sideways thought--have the wedding here? There's something a touch repellant about that--He scrubs his hair back down and that other detail finally settles across his processors.
Having Nick's family around? It's strange to think that he even has family to have around...but he does, doesn't he?]
Might be easier for DiMA to have it here, all things considered....but--uh--fun as it is...not sure I want to wear this face to my own wedding. And, while both these looks are stellar on you, sweetheart, I'd kinda miss seeing the whole package.
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Date: 2024-08-27 09:13 pm (UTC)[ Meanwhile, Firefly swiftly succeeds in completely devesting himself, and casually stalks towards the tub and his pair of human pretty boys. He spares a moment to pin Nick beneath a craven carnivorous grin, rake his fathomless emerald ember eyes from his fiance's face to his toes and back again. This unique dichotomy demonstrates quite clearly the conflict Hancock usually calculates after a round of lurid delight with Nick-- he's conflicted between lovey-dovely laziness, and the persistent compulsive hunger for more.
Split like this, they're not exactly conflicted; they can both enact their inclination without compromise.
So Firefly can slide up behind Nick and start brazenly kissing his bruise-littered throat (like he's searching sparking edges that don't exist here) whilst exuding the effortless thrall of a charming pied piper, and his human aspect is free to relinquish a comfortable sigh and continue on his thought train of matrimony logistics. ]
Wouldn't be opposed to doin the whole thing in Far Harbor. Much as it feels like tempting fate. Unless ya wanna see if DiMA can get his ass down here? Not sure I like the logistics on bringing him closer to The Institute and their bullshit... wedding party ain't exactly discrete.
We do get into some serious shit every time we head up that way, though. I dunno, what do ya think?-- Brother, come on, I'm trying to have a semi-important conversation here
[ Firefly chuckles like smooth tequila rose and slides his tongue along those shadows of his own teeth marks and up towards Nick's blush-touched ears. ]
His ears are blushin, I can't resist. He's just too damn adorable... [ The ghoul's teeth catch the shell of Nick's ear and pull with a playful predator's growl. ]
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Date: 2024-08-28 05:54 am (UTC)In their normal bodies, Nick can think of few things that he likes better than watching the crest of pleasure consume his ghoulish fiancee. Knowing he can pull it off, making him see stars, wringing all the endorphins out of him, is an almost addictive rush. That look on Id's face tells him all about how Hancock feels the same. Here, well, as stated: he's not exactly equipped to deal with both--well, maybe he is. Might need more lubrication, though.]
DiMA's even more of an antique than I am. We try to get him to travel and Faraday might have us both killed.
[Nick's answer is humorous and he tries to match his tone, but he's got a ghoul catching his ear in between abnormally sharp teeth. He's...distracted.]
Far Harbor...is a really rough destination for a wedding.
[Given their track record, Nick was liable to have to save both Hancock and Evaris from mortal danger, this time around. That's a pretty big gamble to take on his wedding day...and yet he's still considering rolling those dice. Firefly's teeth catch Nick by surprise (insofar as they can) and he sucks in a sharp breath as the ghoul bites along the back of his neck.
The tub's full enough for three people. Nick fumbles the tap as he tries to shut it off--takes two tries to twist the knob--and then tries to free himself from Firefly's grasp. He doesn't try very hard, mind, but enough that he can twist and shoot the glowing ghoul a dry, fond look.]
Alright, hop in lightning bug, so I can climb in on top of ya and avoid freezing.
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Date: 2024-08-30 12:04 am (UTC)I feel that-- guy's so far up the ass that DiMA probably doesn't even have, they should just spoon and get it over with already.
[ The avatar of Hancock's moral reasoning slides his legs into the chilly water first, causing the gooseflesh to lift the pale peach-fuzz as the small of his back. That's. A feeling he half forgot about. He's not climbing in until after they toss in the hot rocks-- or approximating radioactive ghoul, in this case. He looks mildly miffed to be waiting for his eldest brother as Nick tries to Charisma the lusty fellow into the water.
His brow-ridge quirks at the new nickname-- to assign something so fond and cutesy to the face of Hancock's (ghoul-related) trauma takes massive levels of acceptance, which Hancock should not be startled to find in his future husband, but. Hancock could have killed Nick when he looked like this in reality-- Jailbreaker (whom Id is still a deadringer for, sans those fangs) could have hurt Nick terribly when they last danced. So many things could have gone wrong and yet, here they are, moments away from washing off their post coitus bliss together.
What kinda odds were those even?
You know what he doesn't actually need that math. Firefly climbs into the cool water and it steams softly; temperature transfer is a thing that happens, the water gets warm and Firefly shivers just slightly, already grabbing for Nick and pulling him into water to leech off his heat. And while he's at it, manhandling his fiancé back into his lap, one large leathered hand closes over Nick's eyes, guiding his lids shut. ]
I kinda like Far Harbor
Of course you would
I mean for a wedding destination, unbunch your panties. Be a big bold flip off to everything that tried to kill us, throwin' a huge party there. Celebratin' me and you. My heart ain't exactly set on it... but the idea's got charm
[ Point made, the ghoul allows his fingers to slide off Nick's face-- and trace with subtle wicked pride down the bitten bruises littered along his throat. ]
... I do like the idea of havin' DiMA there, however we manage it [ Blondie concedes, finally sliding into the water with a pensive hum. ]
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Date: 2024-08-30 05:27 am (UTC)It's probably some cousin of projection, but Nick's aspects are all equally incomplete/whole. He can't bring himself to treat Hancock's any differently than himself...and if there is one thing that Hancock has harped on about for ages, it's that Nick needs to be nicer to himself. Ergo: he's nice to all of Hancock, regardless of how much they resemble a lit fuse.
Firefly dips into the tub and the water hisses as it hits his skin. The steam rising from it is dramatic enough that Nick's surprised when the ghoul snatches him off the sidelines and drags him into the warming water and his lap. Nick doesn't flail exactly, but there aren't many other words to describe how he fumbles and blindly grabs onto Id and the lip of the tub. The hand that comes down over his eyes is just as unexpected as being dragged into the water, but Nick catches on fast.]
It'd be nice. [Nick replies vaguely and settles into the water. Relaxing is much easier now, after all they've done, and the heat off the water helps.]
Having DiMA around, that is. Beyond that I uh--hadn't put much thought into it.
[It's a weird admission to make, given the lengths Nick had gone to in his proposal, but it's not shocking. Nick's never been married and Nick the former hadn't been to a wedding when he was recording his memories, if he ever went to one. He knew he wanted that, the solid evidence of this thing they had, but flowers? Venues? Outfits? Guests? Nick hadn't given them more than the most cursory attention.
The only person he wanted to be there was Hancock. Everything else was icing.]
I draw the line at inviting the mirelurks and cultists to the wedding, but I'd bet we could have it in Acadia without anyone getting up in arms.
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Date: 2024-09-01 01:51 am (UTC)tastytempting human heartthrob into his lap. He figured if his radiation doesn't hurt Nick, he should also be safe enough from being burned by the water, by proxy.Ergo, grabby ghoul. ]
Ssshhh, I gocha [ the rose-red velvet from which he cuts that purr is sullied suggestively, much like their poor (digital) living-room rug. His hands wander no where especially lurid, but there's a lurking hunger in the light and heat he throws, something possessive and forever-wanton about the way he holds Nick around the ribs and crowds into him. ]
S'alright love, we're talkin' about it ain't we? Perfect time to get the ball rollin together
[ Blondie is all sunny afterglow, smiling half crooked at Nick every other moment, when he's not splashing water on his face. Ah, human skin cleans off so easy. After a few repeated cleanly splashes, the blonde abruptly cups his hands on the surface of the water, and uses some strange trick of suction between his palms to launch a thin ribbon of water right at Nick's nose. ]
No Mirelurks and no Cultists, got it. Seems fair. Acadia sounds like a decent choice, probably one of the safest places on the island to boot. Otherwise we gotta plan for... what, threads? Considering the location, I'm thinkin' the food's gunna be buffet seafood
[ He continues on easily, as though he didn't just squirt Nick between the eyes. What? He's being helpful, right? His smile tweaks just towards impish. ]
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Date: 2025-04-08 01:13 am (UTC)A wise guy, huh?
[Nick's a guy who loves a good plan, details are his bread and butter, and Hancock knows that full well. Fortunately, he's got a bad influence of a fiancee egging him on to relax and have more fun so, for once, he shelves the important conversation and opts for playful and (admittedly) reckless.
Nick the former wasn't a water park sort of guy but, lucky for Nick the current, Jenny was. Nick has a whole wealth of memories about getting sneakily splashed during every pool party he every wallflowered at. One of her favorites was a fancy little one-handed trick, she'd line her fist up to the surface, squeeze it, and hit Nick in the hat with a little bolt of water. Her innocent face was far worse than Hancock's.
Nick mimes the maneuver, casual as anything, and to his complete shock it actually works. He squirts the blonde menace in front of him with a bolt of water like he'd been doing it sll his life. His aim isn't quite as refined as Hancock's, he catches him on the side of the head, but it's close enough for government work.]
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Date: 2025-04-08 08:30 pm (UTC)Who, me? Think you're confused there Slick, I'm the well behaved one
[ The warm water and rejuvenating company seem to be steadily dissolving Blondie's fatigue, bit by bit. His expression is still mildly dazed, but there's a telling, utterly feral glint in his moss-agate eyes as he suddenly sits up, possessed by a (maybe wicked) whim that has him drifting forward towards Nick and his alternate. ]
And along those lines, think I got another Non-wedding question for ya...
[ Nick can no longer watch that promising prowling when powerful emerald hands grasp at his hips and begin the steady motions to twist his lover around in his lap. While the youngest aspect drawls, the eldest deliberately flips Nick around, so he and the Glowing ghoul are set chest-to chest. ]
Pretty sure we each got preference for the Classic models-- Ghoul Me, Synth You. But if you were gunna double me, and it had to be either me--
--or me--
[ Nick doesn't have to guess where his human partner is for long-- suddenly Hancock's slighter aspect is draped across Nick's back, sparring a moment to affectionately kiss the red ruddy rivets left (that he left) down the slope of Nick's shoulder blades. ]
Who's it gunna be?
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Date: 2025-04-08 09:07 pm (UTC)Staring up at Firefly while Blondie moves behind him is a shift, as is having to straddle the larger ghoul's lap instead of simply sitting in it. Nick's not opposed, mind you, he wouldn't have built the suite if he wasn't all in on the concept. He doesn't speak ghoul though, so he's worried he's missed something before he figures out the question. When he does, the look he gives Firefly is one of his own face's classics--cocked brow and a stare that asks: did you hit your head or something?]
You lost me there, John.
[Nick knows that both of these are Hancock, just with a split screen between them.
Picking one or the other doesn't represent anything apart from aesthetics. His fantasies about this weren't really about Hancock's Id looming or the uncanny young man with the moss colored eyes. Neither of those aspects hurt the fantasy, of course, but they're not the point--]
Guess I wasn't clear when I conjured up this whole scenario, huh? I-uh, I built this all so I could have two of you.
[He may be talking to Firefly, looking sheepish about it, but he's really talking to the ghoul he's in the pod with. He understands what's being asked, sure, but picking an aesthetic matters a lot less than who he's here with.
If that's not an easy read, Nick adds:]
You want to double up either of these guys, it's fine by me, so long as you're the one doing it.
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Date: 2025-04-08 09:35 pm (UTC)I feel ya, but I'm talking more 'Two of You. One of Me', here. You're not the only one who likes being spoiled, ya know. Figured you wouldn't mind giving me a go
[ Hearing Nick say he wants two of him (all of him) does things to Hancock's nerves, makes him tingle beneath his skin, draws him up and alive like a seed splitting and crawling up out of the dirt towards the sun. From behind it's Blondie murmuring against Nick's ear, mindful of that tricky language barrier that can only be vaulted with Nick's closed eyes. ]
This is a Future Hypothetical, mind ya. Didn't mean to imply we were done with ya or anythin'. I'm just curious what kinda Top this Human Flavor of ya is. Given the strict choice, ya wanna bust down a beast, or blonde pretty boy?
Cuz I'm both, so I ain't gunna be insulted by the choice
[ As though to drive the point, that salacious murmuring is punctuated by Firefly leaning forward and affectionately bumping his forehead against Nick's, while the younger aspect loops his arms around Nick's ribs, effectively sandwiching his paramour between the two aspects of himself. ]
Speak for yourself. I might be a little insulted. I'm the real pleasure glutton, outta me and you, kid.
[ It's a joke, the soft pronounced growls poured through a smirk as Firefly's gaze skates over his love's shoulder toward his youngest counterpart.]
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Date: 2025-04-08 10:07 pm (UTC)He hangs for longer than is alotted, in fact, and trips a separate code in their little VR getaway. The terminal outside the pods takes a moment or two to compile and, inside, the TrDelay manifests as the (until this point entirely unused) alarm clock on their bedside table going off. It starts blaring and Nick comes back to himself with a start.
All in all, the protocol takes about milisecond to run in real world time. In their perception, Nick goes from zoned out to disoriented after about thirty seconds.
He blinks and stares at Firefly, forehead pressed to his, and shivers a bit at the cooler embrace of Blondie behind. His smile is dopey and besotted, even as he complains:]
Give a guy a warning before springing an idea like that--gonna give me a heart attack.
[And to be fair, his heart is racing in the simulation, caught up on the high of the idea of a reversed scenario. Nick laughs, and it's a decent echo of his dry chuckle--a bit more full bodied, a bit less rasp. He'd designed that TrDelay in case he locked Hancock up in the synth perception version of this simulation. Turns out, it was a quality safeguard all around.
Nick's tempted to give the thought its fair consideration but figures he better table it until they're not in the pod. Crashing the suite would be a damned shame. He offers up a sassy reply instead but that threatens to lock him up all the same and his current heart skips a beat.]
Can't we do it twice?
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Date: 2025-04-08 11:05 pm (UTC)He doesn't expect the alarm though, and it causes both Blondie and Firefly to give a little jolt. Hematite and malachite eyes both leer off in the direction of the doorway, as if their mild displeasure should be enough to silence the nagging sound. ]
What can I say? Love watchin ya tick
[ There's no small amount of impish pride in Blondie's voice as he drifts further forward; he doesn't exactly mean to end up sharing Firefly's lap with Nick, but somewhere after crowding the ghoul's knees to press up against his paramour, the glowing one spares a quick grab to settle his brother on his broad lap, just behind Nick. It's a tight squeeze, but it could certainly be tighter.
Nick's answer draws a chuckle from his partner in synchronized stereo; both aspects seem to savor the sentiment of indecision, flattered equally by Nick's loyalty to All of Him. ]
Yeah, 'course. Think we're gunna end up wearin' in the seats of our Memory Pods, playin' in this fancy suite. Figured we'd all get a go bein' generously railed eventually... You, and me, and you and me... Gotta be more than twice, Sunshine.
The choice ain't mutually exclusive. But what if it was? Who are ya benching? Me, or him?
[It's a far less dire twist on the question that's been asked before-- and even back then, Nick offered up a piece of himself as opposed to sending any part of Hancock back to the chopping block. This isn't like that-- this is for fun, for making Nick squirm a little in his lap, for making him sweat through his fatigue so Hancock can savor his all too flattering unease.]
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Date: 2025-04-08 11:33 pm (UTC)Blondie.
[It's delivered before any squirming unease can set in, but that doesn't mean Nick gets off scott free. The unease hits him right after he says it, once ViMA unlocks the throttle--Nick seems surprised by his answer, himself, because he is. He can trace the logic back in his logs and ViMA's reasoning is actually absurdly simple:
Firefly looks more like Hancock.
It's a gross oversimplification of the situation, naturally. It has to be or they'll be here all day locking Nick up for the sake of a teasing game. But it makes his heart ache, metaphorically and literally, to have picked at all. It's not often that ViMA and Joy disagree, or that Joy takes such firm control of his preferences, and the cognitive split between them actually hurts.
He turns his head to try and catch Blondie's face, to say something funny, or disarming, or something.
On his real face, this whole internal ordeal would be played out as an apologetic grimace and that would be that, but Nick's programmed this suite to give him the full Human(TM) experience. When his vision blurs, he assumes it's a dropped frame or two, some errant process playing catch up and eating into his RAM. It's not. The distortion intensifies and then, abruptly, it drips away. They're in the bath but still Nick is confused by the water suddenly trailing down his face.]
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Date: 2025-04-09 12:10 am (UTC)The choice makes sense to him, to both of them, for the same simple reason that ViMA used; Firefly is most familiar; Hancock had even glowed for a while there in Far Harbor. He's more real to Nick than Blondie is, and really, the both of them also heavily prefer the ghoul skin he wears in reality to existing as (even a pretty blond) human. It's not even a contest. It was supposed to be a purely playful question, and he didn't expect the answer to be so... gratifying? No... to be such a relief? That's still not right...
But as of right now, Nick has no idea that Hancock gave himself the Ghoulish makeover. He can't possibly be accepting of a truth he's blind to... but it's close, and it has a soft twin smile curling either aspect's mouth as poor Nick tumbles into a spell of anxious regret.
There was no right answer, but apparently, that was it. ]
Hey now, everything's cool. Guess I was bustin' your chops a little too hard there, huh? S'alright Sunshine. No harm, no foul
[ It's only kindness and acceptance (and maybe just a speck of that unexpected relief) that compose the human's expression as Nick twists to try and see him. The smaller version shifts some, tucking his face against Nick's shoulder and squeezing around his ribs; whatever expression he'd been smothering is gone when he sits up again, reaching around (looking through Firefly's eyes) to use a softer, smaller hand to sweep away those unexpected tears. ]
Told ya already, figured we both got weaknesses for the Classics. Ghoul me, Synth You. Ain't no shame in that. In real time, I can pull off Ghoul Daddy way better than Twink Blondie anyway. I got nothin to hold against ya here, feel me?
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Date: 2025-04-09 12:33 am (UTC)Think, uh, we might've broken my face.
[Nick offers up wryly. He's out of breath? He's breathing heavily. Does that come with crying? He's never been able to do it before, he has no idea. Swiping at his eyes again stings. He glances up at the glowing ghoulish face of one of Hancock's avatars and grimaces.]
How long's this usually last? Give or take? Once you get the waterworks going?
[It's data he should have, but he doesn't. Nick the former wasn't exactly a tearful guy, neither was Kellogg, and the rest of him is templates or spontneous synthetic generation. He's got no benchmark for this reaction or why his chest is tight and burning. It's alarming and the longer it goes, the worse he feels.
He starts a diagnostic for good measure even as he presses the heel of (what should be) his skeletal hand to his sternum.]
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Date: 2025-04-09 01:04 am (UTC)Was that a cruel question to ask? Hancock didn't mean for it to be painful... but not even he realized how much he'd wanted (needed?) to hear that preference for his chosen face. Chosen. That's the thing-- Nick doesn't know that for sure, does he? Would that knowledge ease his regret, or worsen it? Hancock swallows the confession-- an odd feeling when the knowledge had been offered to others (like Evaris) without so much as batting an eye.
It's different, with Nick. Has it always been different? ]
Unexpected side effect of doubling myself; guess I like the taste of my own foot, huh?
[ as in, he did a good job sticking it right into his own mouth. Firefly offers a faintly somber-toned chuckle and they reach forward together, one radiant hand and the other unmarred, moving in tandem to carefully steal the tears off Nick's face. ]
Lasts as long as ya need it to, sorry I can't tell ya exactly how long. And... sorry for puttin' you on the spot, like that. Aw Nick, I never doubt ya love the man-- the ghoul I am. Gunna take some Hell or High Water to change my mind about that, now
[ Warm powerful arms lift from the water and wind around Nick's sides, firmly but gently inviting Nick to tuck himself against the glowing ghoul's chest, head beneath his chin. They usually don't fit together quite so perfectly like this, but Firefly's larger than life attitude serves him especially well in the VR suite. Despite the sudden shock of sadness, it feels good and right in his bones to be able to cradle his fiancé in just this way. ]
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Date: 2025-04-09 01:25 am (UTC)I know--guess I'm just a crier? Who knew?
[His human face looks worse for the wear on this one but Hancock pulling him into an embrace like this is doing wonders for the tightness in his chest. He's got no idea what that's about, what any of it is, but a warm, larger than life embrace is super effective as a balm for it. The other avatar is right by his side that lopsided smile he's got on finally manages to get this body to stop weeping--well, Nick thinks. It's slowing down at least.
Nick's next rough chuckle sounds more like a cough and there's another new sensation he could do without.]
As parts of the organic experience go, can't say I'm fan of this one.
[The checksum comes back, at long last, and there aren't any problems. Nick's own diagnostic all reads green. This is, apparently, just part of him that he's got buried in there somewhere. Wild, but he figures he's probably due a few emotional outbursts after a century and change.]
Real question is, though--[Nick changes the topic. Sort of. He mostly just reverses it.]--You wanna get taken apart by this me? Original? Nick? You got options now.
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Date: 2025-04-09 01:57 am (UTC)[ Nick's admission of distaste for this particular organic experience draws out a sparse, humorless puff of a chuckle from both Blondie and Firefly, and their voices together, at once, sound exactly like the real ghoul curled up unconscious with Nick, back in reality. ]
Yeah, it's not the greatest. I'll try for tears of joy or orgasmic bliss next time, deal? Probably have a better time that way
[ It's all adoring playfulness, tempered into softness by Hancock's heartfelt concern (and smothered guilt) for his husband to be. He would hold Nick like this for as long as he needed, for hours, until the VR saw fit to prune up their fingers, and longer after still. With Blondie's mental schematics fully active, it's easier for Firefly to lapse into pensive quiet, though his embrace around Nick remains fierce and protective as the moment he wrapped his paramour in his arms.
Nick's question earns a look of pleasant surprise from Blondie, and summons up a black velvet chuckle from deep in the glowing ghoul's chest. ]
Aw Hell, you sure you wanna get me started down that rabbit hole? What if I say 'all of ya at once?' So long as Jenny keeps Kellogg on a leash
[ He's mostly joking. Mostly. ]
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Date: 2025-04-09 02:11 am (UTC)So ViMA's invited too?
[He's joking, mostly. The baseline synth isn't exactly sympatico with all this. Its curious and clingy and analytical...and Nick's not sure he can fully imagine how he'd create and work it without it just becoming a blank him. Abstraction is a weird thing.]
Eh, yeah, I can swing three at once. Maybe four if you change your mind on Kellogg.
[Operating four avatars simultaneously is probably the limit. He's never tried it but, in theory, he would be the person who could pull it off.]
I'll give it a try after some tinkering.
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Date: 2025-04-09 02:50 am (UTC)Hey, I got no problem being the biggest buck in the room. Think ViMA needs a hug more than... anything else
[ Hands as warm as sunbaked concrete lift to drag his rough fingertips up and down Nick's (artificially) battered shoulder-blades; he finds the smooth, flushed skin between the tears from his own nails and traces that space, nonsense lines, letters, and shapes, hearts and diamonds and spades. Nick's next statement earns a smirk from Id and a dry snort from Super Ego, who shakes his head before somewhat a somewhat boneless motion has him dropping his cheek against his brother's broad shoulder. It's Blondie who mimes for Nick to close his eyes, so he'll be able to see the translation of his eldest voice. ]
Yeah, it ain't exactly -me- whose got a Thing for Kellogg, but damn close. You wanna let that hound off the leash -metaphorically, mind- you gotta talk to the Me whose probably indulging his taste for red meat. Maybe among a bunch'a Nicks I wouldn't mind so much...
But Var's possessive streak is messier than mine, just sayin.
You do that tinkering though, just in case. Firefly might'a made up his mind on the guest list already, but me...? Might actually be a different story. How the hell ya figure that works out?
[ Since Firefly and Blondie are the same damn dude, after all. ]
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