( closed ) snikt snikt don't stab the robot baby

[cigars]

WHO: logan, jean, laura, & felicia the ai baby
WHEN: during mission 004
WHERE: their home sweet home
WHAT: closed family things
NOTES\WARNINGS: domestic emotions probably

Comments

[cigars]

[ when logan says to put it down, he doesn't expect laura to merely just launch it, which has his own impulses jumpstarting like his feet might just move to catch it despite his own warnings. blame it on how real it looks, even as logan can tell something about it remains entirely artificial — or the red hair on its head that reminds him too much of the woman beside him.

it's jean, though, whose capabilities prove themselves quickest as she catches the baby with her power, ]

Doubt they'd just leave an actual normal baby just lying around in here. Jean, you getting any read on it?

[ in its head mostly, since there's only so far his own sense of smell and hearing can unravel. ]

And, kid, try to give it a softer landing next time. Don't know if that thing's got some sort of quick reaction trigger set on it.

[ because apparently the bomb theory is still an option here. ]

[shoplifter]

[Laura does nothing by halves.

That includes baby-chucking, which no one told her to do.

She's not too concerned now, though, looking over the hovering doll with interest. It does look 'real'. She's seen a few babies over the years, albeit in limited doses with how Transigen tended to divide up the children into their appropriate categories. They definitely smelled alive in the labs compared to this strange, crying creation. Maybe it's the animalistic quality of her powers that simply gives her that added sense of wrongness.

And maybe she should not be that way. After all, Connor does not smell human, either.

Her gaze snaps to Logan, brows furrowed.]

¿Qué quieres decir? A trigger for what?

[Give her a reason to throw all thought out and snikt it.]

[heartofthedream]

[ The bubble settles spherical and steady around the child, glimmering, even as Laura's mind edges toward the potential for more and worse—a ready option that will never surprise her from either of them, but maybe it's six of one, and half a dozen of another when the bubble strengthens its edges—keeping the small, seemingly innocent child, safe from harm. Keeping them all safe from it, should it decide to detonate suddenly.

After what they've seen and the missions before she got here,
she can't swear someone wouldn't consider it.

There's a shake of her head, looking from it to Logan. ]

Nothing. It's as empty and blank as any sentinel might be.