[ She will find, off to the left hand of the door where she hopefully would not kick or step on it, is a rather small but nicely wrapped package. Inside, Hange will find a hand-written instruction manual, complete with calibration instructions, use, capabilities, and restrictions; the AI is relatively simple but relatively powerful when it comes to recalling information, processing, and providing access to an encyclopedic store of data to start. There's plenty in the booklet, enough that it'll take her a while just to go through it, more than likely. That's just the top, though.
The first actual item is something that looks almost like a leather bifold wallet, with a strange set of panels within and a small cord; he'd chosen to use solar textiles in an effort to prevent breakage on her charger. There's a little folded piece of paper with a few specs for that, but she'll find the majority to be inside the initial 'booklet'.
Past it, though, is the actual device: something that looks like a wooden nokia with a small, rubber-edged camera eye, a slide out keyboard, and a combination speaker/microphone that's cleverly worked into an expertly carved copy of a certain symbol on the main body of the device. There's another bit of carving, a strange circular little device on the other side that the instructions will inform her is the 'emergency charge apparatus' which she can turn to generate power if she can't get to the charger, though the instructions will also note that it has a 40 hour use/180 hour downtime battery life.
[It's late when Hange comes back from her latest enclosure jaunt. An unattended, mysterious present is perhaps a little ominous on the barge, but Hange is simply too curious not to inspect it, and of course when she opens it she has an inkling of who sent this device.
This beautifully crafted device. This device that's friendly to her lifestyle, lightweight, portable, with two charging methods. A camera! A keyboard! The symbol of the scouts. It's a thoughtful thing and lovely in its thoughtfulness and personalization. Exactly what she might have expected from Warren, actually, from what she's seen of him personally, and what he's asked of Iris.
She reads. She wakes Helios up. She shuffles through the functions, just a preliminary look. Then she messages Warren.]
Warren he is so BEAUTIFUL!! The scouts emblem!!! Im not surprised youd be so thoughtful but its lovelier than I ever could imagine. I am so excited to take him places! So excited for a breach where I can use him!! Where are you?????
Hange came dressed in loose, comfortable clothing, and a destination in mind. She smiles at Fives pleasantly and waves a hand, urging him to walk with her.
"We're going to the scouts training grounds. There are stables and riding courses there, some tracks and some paths and wild ground around the area too. I figured we'd start on you making friends with a horse, a quick review of tack, gearing up, and a ride. The fundamentals of horsemanship aren't always the glamorous parts, I'm afraid - maintaining the gear and maintaining your horse are two important foundation stones of the whole art."
I wanted to speak with you about the pairing announcement that was recently made. I have worked closely with an individual who shares many qualities with your temporary inmate, and I may be able to provide some insight into some of his behavior.
I hope what happened in the breach doesn't make this too awkward.
[Oh! She recognizes this communicator ID and name, so this is interesting. Is it a bit presumptuous of a new-minted warden who ascended from inmatehood to offer assistance? Hange spends a few moments debating it. Well, she's a fresh-minted warden herself, so it doesn't do to be thorny about that, and she's been meaning to grill Ford when she has the opportunity.]
I couldn't help but notice that stirring post your adolescent self made earlier. Is that still your goal? To collect all the militarized knowledge you can and take it home?
[Demona is grumpy after being turned into a kid for a whole week and look who she'd decided to take it out on? You. Congrats.]
[In the midst of working out a vendetta against the corner punching bag, Hange steadies the bag with a hand and pays a bit more attention to this weird, repetitive behavior the second time it happens. Didn't he just...?
Fuck. That's gross and charming, so in and of themselves it's easy to guess who this is from. Also, this is honestly... much faster than she expected to have anything at all from him.
In spite of how much time Hange spends in the art room arts and crafts aren't her forte. That said, if they're doing it like this, might as well go along with it. Hange spends some time with the paper, paint and drawing tools in her room, making a card cut out in a simplified beetle shape. The wings are a separate piece of paper fixed to the beetle body with brads. Sliding the wings open reveals a note, written in evenhanded script:]
It's good to hear from you! I appreciate it, also sorry.
[He can find this likewise slipped under his door c:]
[It's a wary and uncertain demon who at last reaches out to Hange. Sure they've seen each other since their last major blow-up and he was apologetic but mild, and even showed up to band practice throughout it all.
This is the first conversation that's markedly more serious]
[Hange knows exactly what this is about, but she won't bring it up just yet.]
That's a tough question. Let me guess: in the past, you were the only one looking out for you, right? If you didn't go and grab what you needed, no one else was going to watch out for you and make sure you got it.
[Hange keeps an erratic schedule that sometimes has her waking up in the afternoon, but she specifically planned to be up and ready for this so she opens the door at once, a tall smiley woman in an eyepatch that today is patterned with interlocking, rainbow triangles.]
The art room is a pretty cheery place these days. Hazardous materials stay under lock and key, but otherwise it's bright, sort of chaotically organized (things are everywhere, but they're categorized) and paintings of what appear to be impressionistic shirred rainbows of light, or perhaps dazzling feathers, decorate a couple of the windows.
Hange did not do art before she came to the barge but she fits in, with her casual clothes splattered with old paint and evidence of where she's wiped her hands on her thighs after working with clay.
[ Randel comes wearing some of his own handmade clothes, the cheap ones that he uses for when he's cleaning up after his cats. There's not much to them; just plain brown work clothes, like a handyman's jumpsuit.
A very very tall handyman. ]
Hello, Hange. I hope you've been well. [ Beat. ] I'm glad I didn't see you recently. When everything was going on.
A congratulations are in order! Thank you! I'm. I am not feeling unmitigated happiness about this, but this is a huge reprieve... for me and my people...
... but I'd also like drinks. Can I bring something?
[Hange sounds surprised, but actually, she's also a little touched. People don't approach her for random hangouts that often. Unless...? Ulterior motives?
Whatever, she respects Tiffany.]
Sure! I like movies, the beach, the mountains, making things out of clay, swimming, rock climbing, horseriding, and lots of other things! What kind of hang out do you want?
[She cares a lot about Betelgeuse but this is still FRUSTRATING and an inmate could be hurt by his warden's tendency to cut and run when things are hard]
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