It really is. But…Yeah, sure. Thanks. I’d probably be lost and I’m supposed to be back here in a couple of hours.
In a couple of hours? We can section off time on a napkin when we get to the shopping center. There’s a massive mall-like establishment that’s filled with stores. You can come and shop with me.
Ignoring the correction, he stood and patted himself down. Silently, he wondered what had happened to his suit. That was a matter for another time, however. “Dear, I would not be inclined to punish another mans slave. Without permission, of course.” Arms crossed, he shrugged. “It wouldn’t be my place. Your are not, after all, my property.”
((Looking to the man as he noticed he was missing something, he raised a brow but kept quiet about it. He turned around, cracking the eggs into the simmering water to poach them)) That’s all well and good, Sir, and while I do appreciate it…most Masters do not have that same kind of decency and respect of boundaries. For how long I’ve been a slave, I’ve learned many things about Masters and how they interact with other people in this city. Some believe everything is their property, others believe in conquering and taking over. A large amount just want a slave to beat and fuck whenever they so please without question. Another chunk want to treat their slaves like boyfriends or lovers but keeping that Dominant/submissive aspect in the relationship. But, in all retrospect, there is an incredibly small percent, possibly being 1.245%, that understand the needs and aspects of the slaves before considering their own.
It feels really…weird to walk around kinda on my own again.
It is quite strange, isn’t it? I never walked around this city myself. Care to join me?
"Ah, well, thank you. I will take eggs benedict with orange juice and a side of bacon, please."
"And may I say, it is so nice to see such a well behaved slave. Most I have met are so ill-behaved."
You’re welcome, Sir. ((He said, getting up from his spot and moving to the kitchen to start cooking for the house guest.)) It’s ill-mannered, Sir. I hope it’s not too bold of me to correct you. Thank you for such a compliment. I pride myself in my obedience.
And, so you know, if I do misbehave in your presence, my Master should be informed but not a hand shall be placed upon me. I inform this to every Master who is a guest in our home.
Shit! // Kieran & Helix
You are fucking weird, fuck nut. [He said with a snort, shaking his head while he looked aorund.] Wha tthe fuck am I looking for? What does it look like?
The world is weird, Sir, but I think everyone knows that. ((Kieran mentioned, running a hand through his hair before speaking to Helix once more.)) It’s yellow and in the shape of a triangle.
Movie Night // Bernard & Kieran
"Jeez, don’t look so guilty. Sorry for interrupting your night in." Bernard held his hands up in defense, sounding slightly sarcastic. He shrugged, blowing on the cheese and taking a bite, "Unnghh… it’s so good though. Sometimes it’s good to just have greasy junk food." he moaned happily and grinned around his mouthful. Finishing his piece, he draped his arm over the back of the couch invitingly, "How was your day?"
Kieran blushed as the man spoke sarcastically, causing him to feel a bit bad. “No, it’s not like that, Sir. I just thought you wouldn’t be home so soon.” He told him, scooting closer and leaning against him. Kissing the man on the cheek, he turned his head to take a bite of his own slice while chewing slowly. “I’ve been alright. I cleaned the entire apartment, did shopping, ironed our sheets. Things like that. I am trying to make friends, though…with other slaves in the city.”
Shit! // Chase & Kieran
All of a sudden, Chase felt so goddamn grateful toward Keiran that he could hug the bloke—not that he would, given his own aversion to too much physical contact right now, and the rules that Kieran had explained. But he kind of felt like it. Because this was exactly the sort of thing he’d needed right then: solid, scientific talk to get his mind off shit.
"Harnessing electricity from positively charged water vapor," he mused. He’d read the odd article or two on that sort of idea; it was an old one, but something that nobody had yet figured out how to do on any sort of large scale. "It’d lose efficiency in less humid areas, but the carbon recycling aspect should be easy enough. And environmentalists would probably proclaim you their new deity." Chase gave Kieran a crooked half-smile. "How’s your engineering? That was half of my job at the space lab, I could probably give you a few pointers on design, if you need them."
"See, in less humid areas is where they had started that kind of harnessing. It was in a desert with large, white windmills. It’s possible. All it takes is pulls of the surrounding air because, let’s face it, wind can knock a building down if it’s fast enough." He told Chase, nodding whenever the man added more food for thought. Laughing at the deity reference, he shook his head with a smile. "I don’t think I’d be anyone’s deity. I don’t want to be praised for helping the planet, the one I live on as well."
"My engineering? I haven’t gotten that far. The equation is the beginning of the theory. I may need your help with that, though. I’ve never been a completely mechanical type of intellectual but I can learn how. What do you think would be the best way to go about wind-powered electricity? You know, what mechanisms would work best with this entire idea?" Kieran questioned, seeing the smile and relief on the man’s face. Talking about this must have made him feel better because Kieran knew that it was helping himself.
Shit! // Chase & Kieran
"Oh," Chase said, oh-so-intelligently—and by intelligently, read: a little stupefied. He supposed all of that made sense—he was feeling rather disinclined to be randomly touched these days, and he could understand why other slaves felt the same. The whole you can’t show affection to other slaves thing was a little surprising, though. Good god, all these rules were starting to give him a permanent headache. “Duly noted.”
Still, it was useful to know, one supposed. If incredibly annoying, restrictive and yet another note to add to the list of Why Chase Rutherford Thought Most Masters Were Complete Tosspots.
The mention of the equations made him perk up a little, though. “Renewable energy? Well, I’ll assume you’ve considered and crossed off solar, wind, geothermal heat, natural gas and all manner of plant oils if you have to come up with an equation for it,” he said curiously. “What source are you thinking of?”
Most people thought Kieran had dealt with mental abuse in order to be as submissive as he was…when that wasn’t the case. He gratefully took up the idea of being in such a position because it meant he found a release and a relaxation that actually worked for him. At the thought of someone controlling him, Kieran smiled even more as he listened to the other prestigious man in front of him. He had been well educated and that was something Kieran would cherish easily in a friend. Well, if Bernard allowed him a friend that is.
"Once again, Chase, it’s information to help you and keep you from getting more harm than needed." He told him, smiling to him while thinking of what he said next. All of that was correct and Kieran knew exactly why. "Of course I’ve crossed those off because they aren’t a permanent solution. Anything to do with natural heat or harnessing the sun’s energy will be useless in some parts of the world. Think about the position of the Earth and how some parts of the world, that are populated by humans, won’t see the sun a good chunk of the year. And to be fair, anything that runs on natural elements of the world will end up depleting it from existence and we’ll have to find other means and continue to strip the planet of it’s gifts to us. So, what I was thinking, is finding a way to harness the same technology they use to create the anti-gravity mechanism that keeps this city afloat. If we can take that same technology. You know, using air as a renewable energy source. I’m not talking about the giant windmills that used to exist in what used to be California but…something to pull it in and draw it in and then push it out so it’s fresh as well. There will be an overabundance of air on this planet and pushing it around isn’t going to get rid of it. It’ll clean it and help the planet’s ecosystem in a way. It’s still all thought and the equation needs it’s touch ups…but I have a general idea. Maybe you can take a look at it and tell me what you think."
Shit! // Henry & Kieran
Um… Uh… [Henry began to move around, until he found the book.] T-This?
((Seeing the book in Henry’s hand, he smiled brightly and elbow thrusted in excitement.)) Yes! Thank you so much!
I’m Dr. Kieran Price, by the way. Who’re you, Sir?
Shit! // Chase & Kieran
Chase had never been one to suffer from a lack of self-esteem, not particularly. So it wasn’t that standing next to Kieran actually made him feel stupid, but, seriously. Four doctorates. He now knew that Kieran seemed to need this place and a master in a way that Chase didn’t fully get yet, but he hoped the bloke was doing something with that brain. Curing AIDS or capturing dark matter or exploring quantum mechanics, anything.
At Kieran’s very polite declining of the kiss, Chase couldn’t help but quirk a smile. A bit overly literal, this one. “Figure of speech, my friend,” he assured, reaching out to pat Kieran on the hand. “I wouldn’t actually plonk one on you uninvited. But I’d be delighted to stop by sometime. Is that something you need to clear with your Master first?”
"Yes, of course it was. Sorry. It’s just, well, let me tell you why I had to decline despite it being a figure of speech." When Chase patted his hand, he smiled and gestured between the both of them. At least this man seemed to understand but he also didn’t want him getting into trouble. "Not all of the slaves are as explanatory as myself. You can’t really…pat another slave or show affection to another. A hug is fine on my part but there are slaves who will take off if you touch them. It’s technically against the law for slaves to kiss or to hold one another since they are property of the Master. I know My Master wouldn’t be upset with me making a friend and hugging them. Some Masters do mind, though."
Kieran sighed, thinking of other slaves who he had seen get hit because someone touched them or got near them. It wasn’t something Kieran enjoyed, especially when he needed that kind of treatment with his own mind from time to time. “The reason I told you this is because I don’t want to see someone who is as intelligent as you get hurt due to a lack of knowledge of the situation at hand.” Kieran told him, patting the man’s hand back with a soft smile. “You should come and see my whiteboard, though. It’s got an algorithm on one side for a potential wormhole whereas the other side has an equation to help find a renewable energy source on this floating city.”