It's Just an Expression
"What's got
you smiling?"
Aisha stepped into the Temple complex, smirking faintly at the himaton and chiffon waiting in the gazebo-vestibule-thing that preceded the higher rising hillside complex where Survey got her Oracle at Double-Delphi on. As Aisha joined Survey inside the expansive elevated chamber, she waved at her own face. "C'mon. Don't make me read a twenty-page report."
Survey was in fact smiling. Nearly grinning in fact. The woman was normally so reserved and controlled that she barely seemed to emote, unless Tetra was needling her about something. That wasn't to say Survey was cold or unfeeling- Aisha could see that better than most, but she was not a naturally expressive person either. The other woman's stunning looks had been awesome and terrific at first, but after now literal years of spending time around her, Aisha just enjoyed Survey's company. Even if she did insist on so. Many. Goddamned. Reports.
"I have been in communication with one of the Undersiders." Survey adjusted one of her scrying bowls. In another time and place, Aisha might've read something into a response like that, but there was a fundamental kind of sincerity Survey demonstrated every interaction. She took
everything seriously, but Aisha had learned how that could be fun and funny as well as anything else.
Aisha cocked her head though. "Tattletale, right? I thought Joe was taking the lead on that."
"No." Survey clarified. "Regent. He has continued to be the most..."
"Lackadasial?" Aisha felt her lips twist, bemused at her own choice of such a ten-cent word.
"Irreverent, yes." Survey decided. "Enough that he is willing to take certain calculated risks. Though I imagine he is leaning on that attitude as a coping mechanism."
Aisha nodded with a small frown. "So're a lot of people. Anyway! Dish! You're talking? Texting."
Survey smiled a bit wider and cast an arm up at empty space. A holographic log of their conversation appeared, with timestamps. Aisha stopped. Starred.
She glanced at Survey, then back at the text log. "...did he... Has he spent almost twenty minutes posting
pick-up lines at you?"
"He has." Survey confirmed. "Many of which were sourced from various compilation lists and articles, but several others seem to have been original formulations. I am particularly amused his various attempted play-on-words involving my name, and my lack of immediate response."
Aisha looked closer at the log- and there it was. Other than each text being marked
read, there was no response from Survey. Just Regent, continuing to post inane lines and pick-up memes.
REGENT: I'm happy to live in a
Surveillance state, if you're the one watching me.
"Wow-" Aisha shook her head with a laugh. "This is great- but that alone can't have gotten a smile out of you, right?"
Survey temporized, simply advancing the text log. Outside the Workshop, they were set at the same rate of time at one second per second that the Undersiders and the rest of the world were confined to. After a particularly incoherent pick-up line, Survey had finally responded. Not with text, not with a mere emoji. Something that had Aisha nearly repeating Regent's own response, word for word.
"Are you... Are you replying with full on reaction-images, of
yourself?"
Survey's grin was answer enough- and the logs bore it out. As Regent continued to dig a hole, Survey continued to post ever more elaborate reactions- digital compositions of her face in various expressions and with her now legendary beauty an unstated but ever-present aspect. Survey looking confused- Survey staring at the camera with the flattest, driest look of disappointment. A wide-eyed look of surprise, followed by a cheeky grin.
REGENT: I was not prepared for that last one to be
a video! Your boss forced me to have a heart why are you trying to make it explode!