OPEN POST 2018

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit



HOT-N-READY FRESH SIB CHARACTERS
I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys







COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS
I can whip them out if you ask






STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best

Comments

for anais AKA lazybones!!!

[undeserved]

[ since that evening, she's become used to sharing the bed with him. Neither of them need rest daily like a human does, and on the ship, both of them keep irregular schedules; after all, there are no missions shared between them sapping their energy, nor any real battles putting their bodies through undue stress. Even so, perhaps subconsciously, she's tried to sync up the times when she's due for a reboot with his - and maybe he's doing the same, considering it seems more likely than not these days that he'll join her when they don't. Typically, this was nothing to look forward to. Maintenance on her systems and hardware was a mandatory part of existence as an android, and for one who didn't particularly relish her life, that was all it was.

But it feels like something a little more important now. When she can lay down beside him like this, calmly, safely, she's reminded each time of the fact that he forgave her, of the miracle that their continued existence together here really is, regardless of the hardships and questions life outside of YoRHa brings. It brings her a moment or two where she actually feels at peace. Maybe even happy, if she dares to believe it.

9S doesn't seem to have finished rebooting yet; 2B is awake before he is, and she lies on her side, looking at him. Scanner models all have the same face and body, just like battle models. She doesn't admire his looks like a human might in a moment like this. But she sees his hand laying on the covers, and she finds herself reaching for it, delicately touching her fingers to his palm. There's no warmth transmitted through their two pairs of gloves. But she can feel him there, solid and real, and safe, at her side. Against all odds. ]

waves hand, two weeks has not passed

[bestaround]

[ He isn't finished, which leaves 2B with time to spare on her own. But eventually, his maintenance sequence wraps up; and before he ever opens his eyes, 9S' own fingers gently curl around hers. ]

Morning, 2B.

[ He cracks his eyes open like a groggy person might, yet contentedness still fills his features when he sees her there. It's the same kind of sereneness; and the same kind of awe they could wake up like this whenever they bother with sleep. These peaceful, quiet moments were always the ones he treasured the most. ]

Been awake long?

this is a biweekly thread apparently

[undeserved]

[ she's content to rest alone for a little while; for once, she finds herself able to not really think about too much. Existence on the ship and in this team remains confusing. She still doesn't know what her place in all of this is - between the humans and the aliens and all the things she never knew about that are so much bigger than the war. What she does know is that she has a place here, with him, no matter where in the universe they might go. That's marvel enough to keep her attention drawn for a while.

When he wakes, her first instinct is to pull away (out of some shyness, perhaps, or maybe lingering ingrained fear) but the 9S's fingers keep her from doing so; he catches her easily with nothing but a gentle touch. He's always been like that. ]

No. [ that's a lie. ] ... Good morning.