"I'll get a chair for you. And you can just call me Jedao, if you want."
Although he doesn't really mind boss, if Ekko prefers some distance; it doesn't have the military connotations that sir has for him, it seems less formal.
There's a surprised blink, Ekko looking briefly awkward and unsure what to do with himself, before he just kind of seems to accept it.
"You got it, bossman."
Maybe that death knocked a few screws loose, or maybe he's experiencing some weird high of still being alive. Either way, he's regarding Jedao with more levity than usual.
He eventually makes his way to the Engine Room, knocking on the outside wall. Can't come in until he's sure he won't just be bounced back out.
The wards only need to be told to include him once, but Jedao still locks the door when he's working, so without a key Ekko has to be let in anyway. Jedao opens the door for him, and sure enough, he's somehow gotten one of the comfy chairs from the common room in here, set up by the Tetris console.
Gliss - the beautiful steampunk-looking mechanical cat, whose wings make wind chime noises when she moves - is sleeping on it.
"Up you get, girl, that's for Ekko," Jedao murmurs as he shoos her.
"I'll put it back later, probably," Jedao says airily. Gliss chime-chirps, then hops up to sit across the top of the chairback. "And you should come up with a password for her, so that if you ever don't give it, she knows you're being possessed or mind controlled or something."
"Play the game. It's good for her and it's good for you," Jedao tells him as Gliss rings softly in pleased acknowledgement, then settles in with her cool titanium paws draping down to make gentle biscuits on Ekko's shoulder, while she makes a low singing-bowl like hum that seems to be her version of purring.
"If you can get to level 30 I'll give you a gold star."
"This whole room is. We're not supposed to make the mechanics of the barge work. We're just here to give her...effort, attention, interaction. Care. The details don't matter, but treating it like it matters, matters."
Or at least, that's Jedao's best theory after three years working here.
"The precision helps," Jedao promises. "And...yeah. I think she's cool too." His voice gets a little warm and soft as he says it; Jedao isn't just proud of his work or intrigued at the concept. He cares about the barge like she's a person he loves.
He'll take Jedao's word for it. There's a brief glance at him at the tone.
"A few things. I'd show you my mace, but I don't have it with me. My hoverboard, too."
He sounds a touch sad when he says it - they're not just his inventions, but parts of him. Even if he can, very begrudgingly, understand why he couldn't have the former back.
He pulls out what is absolutely a little picnic basket from under a bulkhead, and pulls out a tupperware of uneven, only slightly cracked homemade meringues.
"My husband makes them for me because he's the best." Jedao gets a properly smitten look on his face about it, then offers the open tupperware to Ekko.
Jedao leaves the tupperware on the bulkhead, and he does help himself to one of the meringues before starting to putter around, turning a hand crank here, ringing a bell three times there, tossing a second cookie into the little steam boiler and then stoking up the coals.
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Date: 2025-08-31 05:51 pm (UTC)Although he doesn't really mind boss, if Ekko prefers some distance; it doesn't have the military connotations that sir has for him, it seems less formal.
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Date: 2025-08-31 06:04 pm (UTC)There's a surprised blink, Ekko looking briefly awkward and unsure what to do with himself, before he just kind of seems to accept it.
"You got it, bossman."
Maybe that death knocked a few screws loose, or maybe he's experiencing some weird high of still being alive. Either way, he's regarding Jedao with more levity than usual.
He eventually makes his way to the Engine Room, knocking on the outside wall. Can't come in until he's sure he won't just be bounced back out.
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Date: 2025-08-31 07:09 pm (UTC)Gliss - the beautiful steampunk-looking mechanical cat, whose wings make wind chime noises when she moves - is sleeping on it.
"Up you get, girl, that's for Ekko," Jedao murmurs as he shoos her.
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Date: 2025-09-03 02:37 am (UTC)"Isn't that from the common room?" Jedao,,, you didn't have to do all that!
There's a small smile, and as he walks over and sits down, he says, "I don't mind sharing if she doesn't."
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Date: 2025-09-05 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-09-05 02:25 pm (UTC)He makes a face at the words that follow.
"Not exactly the kind of distraction I was hoping for."
Ugh. He really needs to get used to this sort of bs, huh...
He looks at the cat for a few moments, considering, before he says:
"Firelights."
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Date: 2025-09-08 12:41 am (UTC)"If you can get to level 30 I'll give you a gold star."
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Date: 2025-09-08 10:35 am (UTC)"You do realize there's nothing like this from my world and I only just started getting used to it, right?"
Nevertheless, he leans forward to get into position.
"I don't suppose you'd let me look at the guts sometimes?"
He's a nerd, so getting to figure out how things work is much more exciting than any game.
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Date: 2025-09-08 03:26 pm (UTC)So, there's that. The plinky music comes on: absolutely classic arcade Tetris.
"Have you opened up your communicator yet?"
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Date: 2025-09-09 07:57 pm (UTC)Talking while playing is going to be even more challenging, but he'll give it a shot.
The question gets a snort.
"Yeah, and it's about as sensical as the stuff in here."
Ekko hadn't known whether to be disappointed or amused.
"The game machine like that, too?"
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Date: 2025-09-10 04:51 am (UTC)Or at least, that's Jedao's best theory after three years working here.
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Date: 2025-09-12 10:16 pm (UTC)He loses on the first level, makes a face, then starts again.
"I'm definitely more a mechanics guy. Won't say it isn't cool, though. The whole "living ship" thing."
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Date: 2025-09-13 09:34 pm (UTC)"Did you build stuff before?"
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Date: 2025-09-13 09:46 pm (UTC)"A few things. I'd show you my mace, but I don't have it with me. My hoverboard, too."
He sounds a touch sad when he says it - they're not just his inventions, but parts of him. Even if he can, very begrudgingly, understand why he couldn't have the former back.
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Date: 2025-09-14 01:17 am (UTC)The only mace he knows is Zerxus's.
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Date: 2025-09-14 08:23 pm (UTC)Level 3 defeated, baby! He is moving UP in the world!!
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Date: 2025-09-15 01:01 am (UTC)"I'll request your hoverboard from the Admiral later if you'll show me how it works," he offers.
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Date: 2025-10-02 03:56 am (UTC)"If you do that, I'll even strip it to the bones!"
Ekko. Ekko, you didn't pause the game...
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Date: 2025-10-02 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-07 12:52 am (UTC)He tries to recover, but there goes another life. He looks at Jedao.
"What do I get if I reach level..." ... "...five?"
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Date: 2025-10-08 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-08 03:09 am (UTC)Listen, he's a slums kid, cookies were probably a luxury as it was.
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Date: 2025-10-08 03:12 am (UTC)He pulls out what is absolutely a little picnic basket from under a bulkhead, and pulls out a tupperware of uneven, only slightly cracked homemade meringues.
"My husband makes them for me because he's the best." Jedao gets a properly smitten look on his face about it, then offers the open tupperware to Ekko.
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Date: 2025-10-13 12:45 am (UTC)"Huh."
But there is a faint smell that smells like it could be edible, soooo why not, he supposes.
Back to gaming.
"Who's your husband?"
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Date: 2025-10-13 04:50 am (UTC)Jedao leaves the tupperware on the bulkhead, and he does help himself to one of the meringues before starting to putter around, turning a hand crank here, ringing a bell three times there, tossing a second cookie into the little steam boiler and then stoking up the coals.
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