(Taken from live play with thanks to the player of Mileena)
Lazarus looked over to Lee as the door to one of the rooms set aside for the unit opened. The Noble House's chief resident was nowhere to be seen but he was certain she knew they had come. There were no windows in this room, not surprising as it was in the lowest levels. There was plenty of dust on the covers over the furniture. The whole place looked like it had ghosts perpetually frozen and collecting the dust that was layered atop them. "I need a cool place for the equipment Lee...something to keep the computers running at optimum...This place is huge, I hope that I have enough hardware to cover it."
She was exploring a bit, poking at sheets and the like. "I'm sure we can jury rig something if not."
He started going through options in his head of the things that could be done. Wide angles seemed the best idea for the outside. It would take some time to get everything where he needed it to be. Then again he was always upgrading as newer tech came out. "I will miss having that free influx of equipment Lee..." he turned towards the poking woman, artificial eyes scanning her as programmed though there was more to his look than the clinical data that was transmitted. "There is the housing arrangement to think about too Lee...I'll want to be close to the equipment...down here is good for it but bad for us. We need a little light from the outside."
"What do you have in mind, Laz?" She asked softly as she moved to him.
"I would be lying if I said that I wanted to split from you now that we have finally gotten close. I wonder if we could find a room with an adjacent that could be kept cooler." His arm went around her shoulders lightly. He wondered not for the first time if the surface of that metal arm was chilled enough for her to be made uncomfortable. "Assuming you wished to keep the same sleeping arrangements, that is." There was no apprehension in the words, but he did feel it on the inside.
She kissed the side of his mouth. "Do you?" She nestled close.
He leaned into that kiss, responding with his own. "Of course I do. The others know, have had time to get used to...us. Even if they hadn't I wouldn't want to be separated from you. I would do it though if you were to ask it of me." He held her more tightly to him as he spoke. Separate rooms would mean less time together. He hated the thought of that but he knew tactically it would make sense. Nothing of this crossed his features, the showing of emotions was something he hadn't exactly lost but translating it from a feeling into a movement was time consuming. He let his embrace tell her how much he wanted to continue their arrangement.
?Then drop the subject, because you ain't getting rid of me that easily." She said playfully.
"You won't mind a spot in the basement then?" At first glance along the corridors he had wondered if the place had been used as a dungeon to keep prisoners in. He would ask the history some other time. Perhaps he could have the plans for it and design some interesting things in the further rooms.
"Is there maybe, a Room close to the entrance... After the Slam..." She shook her head. "Maybe a suite of rooms." She was kissing him in turn before moving after him.
"I think I have a spot it would be up a couple of levels, give us a bit of a view...maybe a private balcony." The darkened corridors were left behind as quickly as their unhurried pace allowed. Laz's hand found its place low on her back and rested there while they walked and talked. "I am liking this place though for convenience. We have the space port close by. That's going to be a benefit."
She nodded in thought, "Hmm, That sounds like a good compromise."
"Two choices then...would you like to see the morning sun or the evening?" He took her through the larder and towards the servants? staircase for no other reason that continuing their exploration of the place. Perhaps he wanted to get them a little lost if only for time alone together. "Either way is good to me."
"The evening, I would prefer to sleep in a bit." She walked quietly with him, "Something on your mind, Lazarus?" She spoke quietly.
-tbc-
Lazarus looked over to Lee as the door to one of the rooms set aside for the unit opened. The Noble House's chief resident was nowhere to be seen but he was certain she knew they had come. There were no windows in this room, not surprising as it was in the lowest levels. There was plenty of dust on the covers over the furniture. The whole place looked like it had ghosts perpetually frozen and collecting the dust that was layered atop them. "I need a cool place for the equipment Lee...something to keep the computers running at optimum...This place is huge, I hope that I have enough hardware to cover it."
She was exploring a bit, poking at sheets and the like. "I'm sure we can jury rig something if not."
He started going through options in his head of the things that could be done. Wide angles seemed the best idea for the outside. It would take some time to get everything where he needed it to be. Then again he was always upgrading as newer tech came out. "I will miss having that free influx of equipment Lee..." he turned towards the poking woman, artificial eyes scanning her as programmed though there was more to his look than the clinical data that was transmitted. "There is the housing arrangement to think about too Lee...I'll want to be close to the equipment...down here is good for it but bad for us. We need a little light from the outside."
"What do you have in mind, Laz?" She asked softly as she moved to him.
"I would be lying if I said that I wanted to split from you now that we have finally gotten close. I wonder if we could find a room with an adjacent that could be kept cooler." His arm went around her shoulders lightly. He wondered not for the first time if the surface of that metal arm was chilled enough for her to be made uncomfortable. "Assuming you wished to keep the same sleeping arrangements, that is." There was no apprehension in the words, but he did feel it on the inside.
She kissed the side of his mouth. "Do you?" She nestled close.
He leaned into that kiss, responding with his own. "Of course I do. The others know, have had time to get used to...us. Even if they hadn't I wouldn't want to be separated from you. I would do it though if you were to ask it of me." He held her more tightly to him as he spoke. Separate rooms would mean less time together. He hated the thought of that but he knew tactically it would make sense. Nothing of this crossed his features, the showing of emotions was something he hadn't exactly lost but translating it from a feeling into a movement was time consuming. He let his embrace tell her how much he wanted to continue their arrangement.
?Then drop the subject, because you ain't getting rid of me that easily." She said playfully.
"You won't mind a spot in the basement then?" At first glance along the corridors he had wondered if the place had been used as a dungeon to keep prisoners in. He would ask the history some other time. Perhaps he could have the plans for it and design some interesting things in the further rooms.
"Is there maybe, a Room close to the entrance... After the Slam..." She shook her head. "Maybe a suite of rooms." She was kissing him in turn before moving after him.
"I think I have a spot it would be up a couple of levels, give us a bit of a view...maybe a private balcony." The darkened corridors were left behind as quickly as their unhurried pace allowed. Laz's hand found its place low on her back and rested there while they walked and talked. "I am liking this place though for convenience. We have the space port close by. That's going to be a benefit."
She nodded in thought, "Hmm, That sounds like a good compromise."
"Two choices then...would you like to see the morning sun or the evening?" He took her through the larder and towards the servants? staircase for no other reason that continuing their exploration of the place. Perhaps he wanted to get them a little lost if only for time alone together. "Either way is good to me."
"The evening, I would prefer to sleep in a bit." She walked quietly with him, "Something on your mind, Lazarus?" She spoke quietly.
-tbc-