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[victormakesart]

Victor's sent her boyfriend off to a spa planet, which means that today is a working day, just like the day before was, and the day before that. She's sectioned off a small corner of the Nexus as her workspace, and while she's not using a blowtorch anymore, she was a moment or so ago, if you judge by the blowtorch set off to the side and the protective gear that's piled right next to it. She's wearing a shirt that says 'I'm good, is that bad' on the front and 'I'm bad, is that good' on the back.

She's been working, when she hasn't been sleeping, eating, showering, or patrolling, and she has a lot to show for it. On the table she's been working on (really two tables pressed together), there are upwards of a couple hundred pieces of cut metal, and a whole metal arm, from shoulder joint to wrist, and half of a hand. The hand is what's taking up much of the time. There's also nuts, bolts, screws, hinges, and various thingamabobs in glass jars.

Now she's draped over a Nexus couch like she's been built into it, rocking out to Radiohead (she thought it was appropriate, considering what she's building).

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[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

"They weren't seen as sentient," Adia explains softly. "I don't even think they were, at first. They were seen as machines. Like cars, or... or toasters." She says the word disdainfully, as if it were a slur.

It's both strange and comforting to have someone react with such deep sympathy as Victor is. When everyone on your ship has more or less been through the same trauma, this sort of expression of emotion just doesn't happen. It remains unspoken, a dark scar on the heart that nobody bothers to explain. She laughs, very softly, and replies, "It is scary, yes. And hard to trust others. But it's... getting better. More stable."

As if sensing the other woman's unspoken thoughts, she adds, "Cylons... the ones that look like humans. They look like humans on the inside, too. Made of flesh and bone." She shakes her head quickly. "I don't know how it works, they made themselves look human. The... my friend. Caspar. They gave him false memories. That's why he thought he was human."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a group of people engaging in inappropriate activities." She means a clusterf... well, you get the idea, surely.

"I mean, it sounds like the perfect storm of what's exactly not s'posed to happen. One of those days where everything goes wrong, except on a gigantic scale." She worries her lip, gives her shoulder a very gentle squeeze. "Part of the, the reason that 'bots appeal to me is that they're clean. There's so much that can go wrong, with biology. I like a system that's ordered. I like bein' able to look at something and say, 'I know how this works, and I can fix this.' And there's somethin' to be said for building, and seeing something beautiful and alive come up and... I promise, I'm not gonna do anything bad."

[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

It pleases Adia, on some level, that Victor would never be interested in cylons. Far too dirty and squishy, just like humans. "I know you won't," Adia says, hanging her head a little, suddenly feeling rather foolish. "Of course I know you won't. I... I try to come to the Nexus with different expectations, y'know? But sometimes fear gets the best of me. I'm sorry."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She drops her hand, ducks her head, eyebrows contracting in. "Oh, Adia... you don't ever have to feel weird about feelin' upset on something. You have every right. Fear like that... it's instinct. I just want you to know, and feel comfortable around me. You know?"