sirenspull | Butterfly chasing, anyone? Action => various NV functions, probably voice.

[Starting midday on Thursday, all over the island, people will start to see gleaming, iridescent butterflies like the one in the icon. Their wings reflect light, scattering little rainbows as they fly. They don't swarm, nor are they attracted to flowers or bright colors, or otherwise behave like natural butterflies. In fact, anyone who pays attention will realize they seem to be exploring and canvassing the city in an organized pattern as House methodically searches for Mary. Despite being directed by the House's intelligence, they can be caught easily enough with most powers or good old-fashioned butterfly nets, and close examination will reveal them to be synthetic: sleek, lightweight little machines, with laser-thin photoreceptive carbon wings and little legs for clinging to perches. At this point, the butterfly is likely to snap a picture of their face, which House will run against network posts until it has a number, and will call to politely ask for the butterfly's release.]

[OOC: Feel free to write out butterfly-chasing action in either prose or comment spam, whatever you like. Doubling up/threadjacking/multiple muses chasing one butterfly are cool too. Equally open to kids or young at heart who want some harmless fun, or to schemey types who want to examine/steal House's tech, or anyone who just wants an IC excuse to talk to the House. If there might be any problem with House figuring out the NV of the captor to make contact, let me know.]

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[The material is very durable, and her teeth haven't punctured it, but the ultraslim film of one wing is deeply bent, leaving it unable to fly properly. It rocks on it's little legs, the undamaged wing fanning slowly until it hits the right angle, a crisp image of Kevin's face reflected in its glossy, bubble-like surface. A moment later, his NV beeps, and a calm, genderless voice announces,]

Don't worry. It is replaceable.

[Still carefully cupping the delicate looking animal in his hand, he fishes out his phone.]

Beggin' ya pardon. Mimsy, it ain't a treat, stop it.

[Oh look, the NV label is just "House".]

Could you keep it just there, for a few minutes? I am conducting a search, and I am redirecting other fliers to take up that section of the grid, but I would prefer not to allow even a brief blind spot.

[He's heard of House! From his time with Magneto.]

Oh, yer the talkin' House ain't ya? Mimsy!

[DADDY BRIGHT SHINY THING! POUT!

Kevin just tucks the butterfly onto his shoulder.]

There anythin' I c'n help with?

I am, hello.

Nothing else at present.

[The butterfly crawls slowly along Kevin's shoulder, maneuvering despite it's unbalanced form, eventually leaning to press one thin, smooth wing against Kevin's bare cheek. And of course, because it's totally inorganic, it remains no more damaged than it was a moment before.]

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[Kevin freezes, because he's always terrified someone will get hurt. The only one he isn't terrified of is Mimsy. Everyone else scares him. When it stops, he takes a deep breath.]

It's right nice t'meet ya. Dr. Xavier tol' me about ya. If'n there's anythin' ya need, jus' ask. I ain't doin' nothin' today.

[Except throwing the ball for Mimsy.]

Most of my attention is elsewhere now. But perhaps you could take care of this Butterfly for me? It doesn't need much.

Ain't no problem. I'll keep m'dog from eatin' it any more.

Sorry 'bout that.

I have very many. It is only a minor inconvenience.

Please, could you keep it in a place where it will receive plenty of sunlight? It is solar powered. Dust it, since it cannot beat it's wings quite right, and give it a few drops of water a day. It will be able to repair itself.

'Course, ain't no problem at all.

[He glanced at the butterfly.]

If'n ya don't mind m'askin', when ya ain't busy, c'n ya show me how ya make 'em?

Thank you very much.

Not in person - the manufacturing facilities do not have space to admit human-sized observers. I should be able to generate a holographic facsimile of the process with little trouble, but much of it occurs at the nanoscopic level, and is rather advanced in comparison to all the technology available in this time. I would be happy to explain to the best of my ability, however.

If'n it ain't a problem, I'd like t'look at it. I, uh, like workin' with metal.

[Not a lie, just not the whole truth.]

Most of it is actually hypercarbon, aside from a few conducting microfiligree components. Lighter, stronger, and generally easier to manipulate at very small scale.

Hmm.

[His artist brain is working.]

Would ya mind me drawin' it a couple o' times while it's recuperatin'? Or makin' a mock up in metal?

Not at all! I would be pleased to see the results.

Oh. Uh.

[His ears are bright red.]

I dunno 'bout showin' anyone... But, I c'n bring it over when it's finished, if'n ya'd like?

[There's a soft, trilling musical chime: House uses it to represent a laugh.]

The butterfly's wings are photographic. I see what they see.

You don't have to be embarrassed. The iterations of creation can be just as lovely as the final piece.

[Aaaand more red ears.]

I dunno 'bout that, but... I jus' don't show folks what I do. Saves hassles.

[cheerfully]

I'm not folks. I'm just the House.

[That actually draws a weak laugh from Kevin.]

Well, where I'm from, that'd still make ya folks.

If it truly bothers you, I won't save the pictures.

Be kinda silly keepin' it from ya, when ya offerin' me yer butterfly as a model.

Alright! But please don't worry about it. Most of my artistic endeavors never really have a final stage.

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