He finds James in the research and devlopment building, surrounded by screens full of blueprints and crumpled sheets of paper. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it periodically in frustration, and the table behind him is littered with empty coffee pots.
Fei looks around sympathetically at the latest pile of crumpled papers.
"I do hope...that not all of this is the result of my prototype's's latest...incident? I did warn you that I can be somewhat...hard...on equipment," he says with a kind smile, gathering the wayward coffee pots.
Ryleh is sitting at a small table in the garden. She is sipping a cup of tea while she watches a group of children playing in the distance.Al sits in the meditation room, trying to seek his center and imagine calm fish...to no avail. His experience from earlier still has him worried. He decides to seek out his mentor.
Al asked the wall where he could find Ryleh, and they lead him to the garden. He approaches where she is sitting...
"Please excuse the interruption, Gyna'ka. May we speak?"
Ryleh sets down her teacup and motions to the chair across from her. "Of course. Please, sit. Would you like some tea?"
He starts to object, but he knows it would be futile.
"Yes, ma'am, thank you." He sits down"I had a break through of sorts today..."
Quietly knocks on the door to Tyrrin's class room, then opens the door.
"Good afternoon, lady Tyrrin. Would you care for some tea, or any other nourishment while you work?" he asks in ElvenTyrrin flips easily into Elven, having lost none of her accent or diction in the months since she's used it. "Just tea please. Thank you Thel."
Despite her response, if Thel has been observant he will note that she could probably use to eat a little more than she has been this past week.
He bows slightly and steps back out in the hallway, and returns with a tea service, and a couple fruit pastries. He pours her tea for her and sets down the pastries as well.
"Your tea, M'lady. These were for master Ghalen, should he come to see you, but please help yourself. I can make more, of course."
"I have this power that I can't really control," she said with a shrug. "I go right through things. Including floors. Which is better than the time I fell through my chair and then resolidified with the chair leg in the middle of my leg. That hurt. And the nice ice cat person made me some special clothes that go all unsolid with me so at least I don't end up in the basement and naked. It's cold down there! Well, except the boiler room. It's pretty nice in there. But most of the basement is too cold and definitely not the place I want to be walking around naked," she said firmly.
Kezzin looks closely at Asha for the first time, and his tone when he speaks gives her the impression he might have the image of her with no clothes on floating around in his mind, "That sounds like .. it would be inconvenient, lucky for you to have clothes that stay with you. Are you making any progress on controlling it?"
Vai giggles at that. "That's probably a few more words than I would've used."
"Like having a demon for a friend, right? That'd be super weird." She says with a barely hidden smile.
Phaezeriel laughs silently, ::Or having friends at all. And being trusted to this extent.:: He makes a broad gesture that takes in the entire chamber.
Phaedra made a face like someone who had just bitten into a lemon. "I do not require your pity," she said stiffly.Ignace rolled her eyes. "Phaedra is having some trouble adjusting to life on the surface. It's easier for Chara and I because we never lived on the sun among the other firebirds. You can't miss what you never had. Her family were strict segregationists and she is still learning how to accept others as equals," she said sweetly but with a pointed glare at Phaedra.
Phaedra crossed her arms and pouted.
Lang just smiled. Its ok. It will take time, I am sure we can all be friends eventually.
When grim shows up....
Hey grim, this is Phaedra, she is a firebird from the sun. We were all going to go outside to eat then Chara wants to play some games. you want to join us?
"I don't have any particular plans, no. It's kind of hard to think with the inhibitor on honestly. So if you have something you want us to do, then that's great. Really I just want to spend some time together. At the risk of sounding disgustingly sappy, being with you makes me happy," she said, blushing and looking away.Ardiente grins, already at maximum blush. "Yeah I think I can hear somebody wretching at all the sappiness. Sucks to be them, cause being with you makes me happy too."
"Okay I should go. he bends down and kisses her rosy cheek once more before transforming into his bird form and taking to the sky with a burst of fire for extra speed.
Raelle (accidently?) catches a little of the splash as Ardiente wings quickly towards Kuros.
Raelle shivered with pleasure and lay back on the grass, still smiling. Okay, so not everything sucked. And now that she wasn't busy feeling sorry for herself, she began to notice that it was actually a really nice day. Maybe she should go find Morrivan. In a little while. Once she could stop grinning like an idiot.
He finds James in the research and devlopment building, surrounded by screens full of blueprints and crumpled sheets of paper. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it periodically in frustration, and the table behind him is littered with empty coffee pots.Fei looks around sympathetically at the latest pile of crumpled papers.
"I do hope...that not all of this is the result of my prototype's's latest...incident? I did warn you that I can be somewhat...hard...on equipment," he says with a kind smile, gathering the wayward coffee pots.
"Oh. Uh, hi. Yeah, sorry, you can't lay claim to all the problems today," he said wryly. "Some of them though. Getting the energy exchange working properly is more of a challenge than I anticipated, I'll grant you. But we're also having problems with an interface bug in Ghalen's suit and climate control settings for the firebirds' suits. You'd think we'd have that last one no problem. Mithros's mech works just fine. It should be the same basic design. But of course something is wrong and I've been trying to find it....obviously there's a part that's not up to spec, but finding which one...Ugh! It's still better than dealing with the mess with the shuttles. I spent the morning being yelled at by various authorities because I wanted to send out a tech team to make a simple repair to make their recently purchased vehicle safer at no additional cost to them. Nothing but why didn't you catch the problem before you sent us the shuttle, blah, blah, blah. And no mention at all of how the manufacturing schedule was moved up at their insistence in the first place. Why am I doing this again?" he said, running his hands through his hair again, obviously a newly acquired nervous habit.
Ryleh is sitting at a small table in the garden. She is sipping a cup of tea while she watches a group of children playing in the distance.Al sits in the meditation room, trying to seek his center and imagine calm fish...to no avail. His experience from earlier still has him worried. He decides to seek out his mentor.
Al asked the wall where he could find Ryleh, and they lead him to the garden. He approaches where she is sitting...
"Please excuse the interruption, Gyna'ka. May we speak?"
Ryleh sets down her teacup and motions to the chair across from her. "Of course. Please, sit. Would you like some tea?"
He starts to object, but he knows it would be futile.
"Yes, ma'am, thank you." He sits down
"I had a break through of sorts today..."
She summoned a second teacup and poured tea for him with maddening slowness.
"What sort of breakthrough?" she asked, in the sort of calm, vaguely interested tone that might be used to discuss the weather.
"I have this power that I can't really control," she said with a shrug. "I go right through things. Including floors. Which is better than the time I fell through my chair and then resolidified with the chair leg in the middle of my leg. That hurt. And the nice ice cat person made me some special clothes that go all unsolid with me so at least I don't end up in the basement and naked. It's cold down there! Well, except the boiler room. It's pretty nice in there. But most of the basement is too cold and definitely not the place I want to be walking around naked," she said firmly.Kezzin looks closely at Asha for the first time, and his tone when he speaks gives her the impression he might have the image of her with no clothes on floating around in his mind, "That sounds like .. it would be inconvenient, lucky for you to have clothes that stay with you. Are you making any progress on controlling it?"
"Yes, exactly. Highly inconvenient. Nakedness should only happen in a properly warm room....err...I think that's probably wrong. Sorry. I'm still working on learning social conventions. My apologies if I have offended you," she said in a sing-song tone that indicated that she had to repeat this phrase a lot.
"So far I'm not making much progress at all. They can't seem to decide if it's supposed to be magic or psionic, so they don't really know who to send me to so I can learn how to control it. I've tried practicing on my own, but that's going even less well than learning how to land," she said with a shrug.
Ryleh is sitting at a small table in the garden. She is sipping a cup of tea while she watches a group of children playing in the distance.Al sits in the meditation room, trying to seek his center and imagine calm fish...to no avail. His experience from earlier still has him worried. He decides to seek out his mentor.
Al asked the wall where he could find Ryleh, and they lead him to the garden. He approaches where she is sitting...
"Please excuse the interruption, Gyna'ka. May we speak?"
Ryleh sets down her teacup and motions to the chair across from her. "Of course. Please, sit. Would you like some tea?"
He starts to object, but he knows it would be futile.
"Yes, ma'am, thank you." He sits down
"I had a break through of sorts today..."She summoned a second teacup and poured tea for him with maddening slowness.
"What sort of breakthrough?" she asked, in the sort of calm, vaguely interested tone that might be used to discuss the weather.
"Well, I've been doing the meditation techniques you've taught me, and I can keep my aura mostly under control...but somehow in the process, it either unlocked something else or..." he pauses here, not quite sure what to say...then continues.
"You've told me that these things that happen to me are facets of a set of mind powers that I need to learn control...and that it's not another entity...what if it's a combination of the two?"
"Yes, exactly. Highly inconvenient. Nakedness should only happen in a properly warm room....err...I think that's probably wrong. Sorry. I'm still working on learning social conventions. My apologies if I have offended you," she said in a sing-song tone that indicated that she had to repeat this phrase a lot.
"So far I'm not making much progress at all. They can't seem to decide if it's supposed to be magic or psionic, so they don't really know who to send me to so I can learn how to control it. I've tried practicing on my own, but that's going even less well than learning how to land," she said with a shrug.
Kezzin gives her a curious look, "Why would that have offended me? Is nudity somehow shameful among your people?"
Kuros -- Villager's Home
He stopped once bounding outside, looking around, and thinking he spotted something skittering off quickly, but could not follow it. A local pet dashing away, most likely-- those darn neighbor familiars were always poking around.
Walking up to where the other recently cleaned utensils were-- missing from the rack was their family cooking kettle. A rarity, to be sure, that his father had won after a contest with a passing circus troope.
He looked around a bit, and frowned. Another skittering noise, further away, caught his attention but no movement to track-- and then in slight fear, turned tail to run back in, wailing ... "Daa!! The pot's gone!" He only hoped this didn't mean cold porridge, again.
"Oh. Uh, hi. Yeah, sorry, you can't lay claim to all the problems today," he said wryly. "Some of them though. Getting the energy exchange working properly is more of a challenge than I anticipated, I'll grant you. But we're also having problems with an interface bug in Ghalen's suit and climate control settings for the firebirds' suits. You'd think we'd have that last one no problem. Mithros's mech works just fine. It should be the same basic design. But of course something is wrong and I've been trying to find it....obviously there's a part that's not up to spec, but finding which one...Ugh! It's still better than dealing with the mess with the shuttles. I spent the morning being yelled at by various authorities because I wanted to send out a tech team to make a simple repair to make their recently purchased vehicle safer at no additional cost to them. Nothing but why didn't you catch the problem before you sent us the shuttle, blah, blah, blah. And no mention at all of how the manufacturing schedule was moved up at their insistence in the first place. Why am I doing this again?" he said, running his hands through his hair again, obviously a newly acquired nervous habit.
"It would seem that you secretly enjoy it," the young monk replies thoughtfully as he stacks the pots in his arms, trying to bring some small sense of order back to the room.
"Is there anything I could assist you with, besides freeing up table space for more paper?" (^-^)
"Well, I've been doing the meditation techniques you've taught me, and I can keep my aura mostly under control...but somehow in the process, it either unlocked something else or..." he pauses here, not quite sure what to say...then continues.
"You've told me that these things that happen to me are facets of a set of mind powers that I need to learn control...and that it's not another entity...what if it's a combination of the two?"
"That would be...interesting," she said slowly. "But I wonder what you have discovered that would have led you to this conclusion. It is difficultly to provide advice without possessing all of the relevant information." Her expression remains serene, providing no clues to what she might be thinking as she sips her tea.
Between helping to try and track down the murderer, assisting Ty in her research of Kara, attending classes, training Squeaky with Kitty's help, and other random school activities, Ace had very little free time.
However, he spent all of it that he could with Ginni. Or rather as close as was allowed. He even stayed overnight and awake the first two nights, before being sternly told to go to bed by Phaez the third night, after having been up for well over forty eight hours.
So it was that during lunch on Friday, like every lunch period that week, he made his way down to Ginni's room, hoping that today would be the day she finally got up.
Kezzin gives her a curious look, "Why would that have offended me? Is nudity somehow shameful among your people?""Yes, exactly. Highly inconvenient. Nakedness should only happen in a properly warm room....err...I think that's probably wrong. Sorry. I'm still working on learning social conventions. My apologies if I have offended you," she said in a sing-song tone that indicated that she had to repeat this phrase a lot.
"So far I'm not making much progress at all. They can't seem to decide if it's supposed to be magic or psionic, so they don't really know who to send me to so I can learn how to control it. I've tried practicing on my own, but that's going even less well than learning how to land," she said with a shrug.
Asha sighed. "Oh, practically everything is shameful among my people. That's why I avoid them whenever possible. But this week has been full of people telling me that this that and the other thing are offensive to them. I've learned to err on the side of apologizing," she said, rolling her eyes. "As if I could possibly understand the social conventions of humans, elves, lycans, and other assorted beings in only a few days! They're all so complicated." She regarded him curiously. "What species are you? I don't think I've seen any other beings like you here yet. And if there's something that you find particularly offensive I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me so I don't do it accidentally."
"Oh. Uh, hi. Yeah, sorry, you can't lay claim to all the problems today," he said wryly. "Some of them though. Getting the energy exchange working properly is more of a challenge than I anticipated, I'll grant you. But we're also having problems with an interface bug in Ghalen's suit and climate control settings for the firebirds' suits. You'd think we'd have that last one no problem. Mithros's mech works just fine. It should be the same basic design. But of course something is wrong and I've been trying to find it....obviously there's a part that's not up to spec, but finding which one...Ugh! It's still better than dealing with the mess with the shuttles. I spent the morning being yelled at by various authorities because I wanted to send out a tech team to make a simple repair to make their recently purchased vehicle safer at no additional cost to them. Nothing but why didn't you catch the problem before you sent us the shuttle, blah, blah, blah. And no mention at all of how the manufacturing schedule was moved up at their insistence in the first place. Why am I doing this again?" he said, running his hands through his hair again, obviously a newly acquired nervous habit."It would seem that you secretly enjoy it," the young monk replies thoughtfully as he stacks the pots in his arms, trying to bring some small sense of order back to the room.
"Is there anything I could assist you with, besides freeing up table space for more paper?" (^-^)
Jiminy chuckled. "You're annoying when you're right, you know that?" he said with an exasperated smile.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could take that datapad over to Assembly 1. It's a new schedule that will hopefully sort out all these problems they keep complaining about. If I get one more message about how they've misplaced an entire shipment of parts," Jiminy said, shaking his head in disgust. "I know they're new and all, but it's getting ridiculous."
Between helping to try and track down the murderer, assisting Ty in her research of Kara, attending classes, training Squeaky with Kitty's help, and other random school activities, Ace had very little free time.
However, he spent all of it that he could with Ginni. Or rather as close as was allowed. He even stayed overnight and awake the first two nights, before being sternly told to go to bed by Phaez the third night, after having been up for well over forty eight hours.
So it was that during lunch on Friday, like every lunch period that week, he made his way down to Ginni's room, hoping that today would be the day she finally got up.
Ginni remains the same as she has been for the last several days, unconscious and unresponsive.
"That would be...interesting," she said slowly. "But I wonder what you have discovered that would have led you to this conclusion. It is difficultly to provide advice without possessing all of the relevant information." Her expression remains serene, providing no clues to what she might be thinking as she sips her tea.
He nods.
"I went back to my room to get ready for meditation period, and I had a conversation with...myself, in a way. It looked like a distorted version of me, black, slimy skin, exaggerated sharp teeth, tentacles...At first I thought my mind had created this to compartmentalize whatever it was supposed to represent, but it was actually there. It made a comment about how it was happy I was learning control, and that I was becoming some kind of a weapon for Shadow...
After that, I could feel it recess into my mind, and it was gone."
"That would be...interesting," she said slowly. "But I wonder what you have discovered that would have led you to this conclusion. It is difficultly to provide advice without possessing all of the relevant information." Her expression remains serene, providing no clues to what she might be thinking as she sips her tea.He nods.
"I went back to my room to get ready for meditation period, and I had a conversation with...myself, in a way. It looked like a distorted version of me, black, slimy skin, exaggerated sharp teeth, tentacles...
At first I thought my mind had created this to compartmentalize whatever it was supposed to represent, but it was actually there. It made a comment about how it was happy I was learning control, and that I was becoming some kind of a weapon for Shadow...
After that, I could feel it recess into my mind, and it was gone."
"I see," she said, outwardly calm. Inwardly this was beginning to bring back some very unpleasant memories indeed. But it would do no one any good to dwell on those. "Should this happen again I would like you to take note of any details about this other self and anything you can learn about this Shadow. It is possible that this is a manifestation of your own fractured psyche, but it is also possible that you are being influenced by some outside force, in which case it is very important to understand how and why such influence is occurring. Some natural skepticism about anything this shadow twin claims is most definitely called for. Find out what it wants so you can decide for yourself if you agree with it. I would like you to keep me informed of any further developments, please."
"I see," she said, outwardly calm. Inwardly this was beginning to bring back some very unpleasant memories indeed. But it would do no one any good to dwell on those. "Should this happen again I would like you to take note of any details about this other self and anything you can learn about this Shadow. It is possible that this is a manifestation of your own fractured psyche, but it is also possible that you are being influenced by some outside force, in which case it is very important to understand how and why such influence is occurring. Some natural skepticism about anything this shadow twin claims is most definitely called for. Find out what it wants so you can decide for yourself if you agree with it. I would like you to keep me informed of any further developments, please."
His face betrays a fleeting sign of disappointment.
"I take it this is nothing that you've experienced before, then. I won't lie, Gyna'ka, I was hoping you had more insight, but it is what it is. When I see this creature again, I will see what I can learn from it, as you adivsed."He takes a drink of the offered tea, and looks around.
"Is it peaceful, watching children play?"
"I see," she said, outwardly calm. Inwardly this was beginning to bring back some very unpleasant memories indeed. But it would do no one any good to dwell on those. "Should this happen again I would like you to take note of any details about this other self and anything you can learn about this Shadow. It is possible that this is a manifestation of your own fractured psyche, but it is also possible that you are being influenced by some outside force, in which case it is very important to understand how and why such influence is occurring. Some natural skepticism about anything this shadow twin claims is most definitely called for. Find out what it wants so you can decide for yourself if you agree with it. I would like you to keep me informed of any further developments, please."His face betrays a fleeting sign of disappointment.
"I take it this is nothing that you've experienced before, then. I won't lie, Gyna'ka, I was hoping you had more insight, but it is what it is. When I see this creature again, I will see what I can learn from it, as you adivsed."
He takes a drink of the offered tea, and looks around.
"Is it peaceful, watching children play?"
"The closest thing I have experienced to what you describe was when my son went mad. I very much hope for all of our sakes that what you are experiencing is very, very different than what happened to Chan'trikalliax."
She nodded towards a group of three children chasing each other around on the grass. "My grandchildren," she said. "I have nine grandchildren. Soon to be eleven grandchildren. And eleven great-grandchildren. Seeing them alive and happy brings me peace, yes." She poured herself another cup of tea, her hands trembling only a little bit as she did so.
"I'm sorry, Gyna'ka."
"Large families are a blessing. Our prides were large. I have four littermates, two male, two female. They're probably ready to start their own families about now..." he stares off, imagining being with them... "Once I have control of this, I will see them again, elders be damned."
SIM Room 3
...stuff...With little movement of his form, leaning there in the chair, Tryko'Sam's hand with glove occasionally moves to touch and move this or that, in the air. Various hand gestures similar to pinching and brushing happen-- clearly interfacing physically besides the mental.
"Gotcha. So no invitations to go snack on something tasty-- do you have tastebuds, appreciate for flavours or such? What do you do for fun besides hang out with angsty good looking blokes?" A slight smirk on his lips after saying such.
Then just as quickly he replies, "I'm creating SIMs, or stories for other students-- maybe a staff or two, as part of my daily schedule. This is both homework and an enjoyable past time. I need to keep mentally busy-- or my memories will over whelm me. Lots of trauma in my existence. I'm going to blame random chance for part of it, and the rest on -- what you said earlier, good intentions."
The room remains oddly quiet, save for their talking and breathing, if any. There's very little other audio and all the monitors are refreshing terribly fast. Numerous scenes, just for an instant or two, then onto something else.
She doesn't seem to catch on to the meaning of "good looking blokes," as slight confusion shows when he says it, but she dismisses that aspect in her answer. "We usually eat feasts before battle and we do appreciate the flavors. The cooks usually make an event out of it since they usually only cook for the elf like races. We do need it for healing after all. As for fun, mostly games or scientific experiments, though I understand that means something else around here. I particularly enjoy manatronics."
As Sam talks about his avoiding his memories, "You are running from your experiences. You need to resolve them. The sooner the better. One of our advantages is being raised with the horrors of war as an expectation. We learn about it from our earliest days, thus we deal with it quite well, but even some of us develop issues. Sorenson told me once about a realm she went to where people hated mental health doctors. The folks there avoided getting good help and so very often ended up breaking as people when they could no longer deal with their issues. I've never seen it myself, and I suspect I don't want to. So don't be that guy."
Asha sighed. "Oh, practically everything is shameful among my people. That's why I avoid them whenever possible. But this week has been full of people telling me that this that and the other thing are offensive to them. I've learned to err on the side of apologizing," she said, rolling her eyes. "As if I could possibly understand the social conventions of humans, elves, lycans, and other assorted beings in only a few days! They're all so complicated." She regarded him curiously. "What species are you? I don't think I've seen any other beings like you here yet. And if there's something that you find particularly offensive I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me so I don't do it accidentally."
Kezzin looks sullen as he responds, "I am a dragon. No one believes me though. They say I am a rare type of kobold. I do not think there is much that offends me other than being told that I am not what I know myself to be." He stops abruptly as he latches the violin case, staring down at his hands where they rest on the latch. His wings sag slightly, "I may be as delusional as people seem to think, but I cannot make myself believe anything else."
Jiminy chuckled. "You're annoying when you're right, you know that?" he said with an exasperated smile.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could take that datapad over to Assembly 1. It's a new schedule that will hopefully sort out all these problems they keep complaining about. If I get one more message about how they've misplaced an entire shipment of parts," Jiminy said, shaking his head in disgust. "I know they're new and all, but it's getting ridiculous."
"That is.....worrisome, given the materials we are dealing with here," Fei replies as he drops off the pots at the industrial-scale coffee maker and then retrieves the aforementioned datapad. "I will go deliver it right now - who should I ask for?"
She doesn't seem to catch on to the meaning of "good looking blokes," as slight confusion shows when he says it, but she dismisses that aspect in her answer. "We usually eat feasts before battle and we do appreciate the flavors. The cooks usually make an event out of it since they usually only cook for the elf like races. We do need it for healing after all. As for fun, mostly games or scientific experiments, though I understand that means something else around here. I particularly enjoy manatronics."
As Sam talks about his avoiding his memories, "You are running from your experiences. You need to resolve them. The sooner the better. One of our advantages is being raised with the horrors of war as an expectation. We learn about it from our earliest days, thus we deal with it quite well, but even some of us develop issues. Sorenson told me once about a realm she went to where people hated mental health doctors. The folks there avoided getting good help and so very often ended up breaking as people when they could no longer deal with their issues. I've never seen it myself, and I suspect I don't want to. So don't be that guy.
"Advice taken, Vickory-- that's why I'm making a whooooole lot of sims, to get s$+* out of the noodle up here, and onto hard drive ...or whatever they call it here. Manadrive?"
He chuckled, "Plus, from what I've been learning, kind of a moot point to document everything. That's happening magically here and there. As for the memories-- I can assure you, all I ever have to really deal with are memories. They hurt the worst, or the shadow fragments of what I used to know. I think I got really mind-f'ed this time, once that ..." He stops for a second, twitches once, while it seems as though the entire 'scene' they are sitting in stills even further.
Much as before in the halls, but without the fetal collapse, since he's sitting, he appears to be suffering some sort of horrible recall and 'not right here' at the moment. Vickory's experience with warfare might provide her with some level of dealing with this, but clearly Tryko'Sam's dealing with a severe flashback, post traumatic, experience. Or he's epileptic. Likely not the latter, he's not twitching or doing other signs to warrant such.
It lasts about a round, or there abouts, and then with gritted teeth, he's back.
Cussing quietly under his breath, he then says, "... yeah, so, what else is new? Care to talk to me about something warm and fuzzy? Any school woes or problems I can try help fix?"
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"The heck?" Arthur reads over it again to make it make more sense "ok, tabling the how part till I can talk to her and simply ignoring the atrocious grammar, there's some information here." He passes the datapad to Hermes so he can read it himself.Shortly after reading the note Arthur receives a notice that he has received a message. the old fashion way, via letter.
he needs to stop by the mail room to sign for it.
arthur raises one eyebrow "I really shouldn't be surprised at this point" as he re routs to the mail room.
"I'm sorry, Gyna'ka."
"Large families are a blessing. Our prides were large. I have four littermates, two male, two female. They're probably ready to start their own families about now..." he stares off, imagining being with them... "Once I have control of this, I will see them again, elders be damned."
"That is a worthy goal. There will no doubt be days when you are frustrated with fighting with your own powers and wish to give up. At those times you can remember that you are working so hard to be able to be a part of your family again. I would caution you, however, to be entirely certain that you are the one in control before seeking them out. If you were to allow something else to run away with you it is possible that it would not end well for them, which is no doubt why your elders put the ban in place to begin with," she said sipping at her tea in order to keep her composure. It was a lovely blend. White tea with just a hint of rose petals. She savored the delicate flavors, focusing intently to keep her mind from wandering to subjects she did not wish to think about here in the gardens where she might frighten the children.
Asha sighed. "Oh, practically everything is shameful among my people. That's why I avoid them whenever possible. But this week has been full of people telling me that this that and the other thing are offensive to them. I've learned to err on the side of apologizing," she said, rolling her eyes. "As if I could possibly understand the social conventions of humans, elves, lycans, and other assorted beings in only a few days! They're all so complicated." She regarded him curiously. "What species are you? I don't think I've seen any other beings like you here yet. And if there's something that you find particularly offensive I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me so I don't do it accidentally."Kezzin looks sullen as he responds, "I am a dragon. No one believes me though. They say I am a rare type of kobold. I do not think there is much that offends me other than being told that I am not what I know myself to be." He stops abruptly as he latches the violin case, staring down at his hands where they rest on the latch. His wings sag slightly, "I may be as delusional as people seem to think, but I cannot make myself believe anything else."
"Well," Asha said, patting his shoulder gently, "I don't know anything about dragons or kobolds, but it seems to me that if you're something really rare, then you can just as well be a rare type of dragon as a rare type of kobold. Not that it should matter all that much probably. I can believe in you, if that helps," she said with a cheerful smile.
Jiminy chuckled. "You're annoying when you're right, you know that?" he said with an exasperated smile.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could take that datapad over to Assembly 1. It's a new schedule that will hopefully sort out all these problems they keep complaining about. If I get one more message about how they've misplaced an entire shipment of parts," Jiminy said, shaking his head in disgust. "I know they're new and all, but it's getting ridiculous."
"That is.....worrisome, given the materials we are dealing with here," Fei replies as he drops off the pots at the industrial-scale coffee maker and then retrieves the aforementioned datapad. "I will go deliver it right now - who should I ask for?"
"Zadner Kellos is the foreman in charge right now. So that's who to give it to. And I agree it's worrying, but Assembly 1 is mostly staffed by trainees right now. It's where we bring in the new people, and with last week's disaster in Kuros, there's a lot of new people. Quite a few from the group you rescued, so no, I'm not ruling out the possibility of sabotage. Getting things more organized should help highlight any problems of that nature, though, so we'll try this first."
"That is a worthy goal. There will no doubt be days when you are frustrated with fighting with your own powers and wish to give up. At those times you can remember that you are working so hard to be able to be a part of your family again. I would caution you, however, to be entirely certain that you are the one in control before seeking them out. If you were to allow something else to run away with you it is possible that it would not end well for them, which is no doubt why your elders put the ban in place to begin with," she said sipping at her tea in order to keep her composure. It was a lovely blend. White tea with just a hint of rose petals. She savored the delicate flavors, focusing intently to keep her mind from wandering to subjects she did not wish to think about here in the gardens where she might frighten the children.
She can tell by the passing silence that Al is giving her words the attention they deserve.
"I shall reflect on the decisions of the Elders in my meditation as well. It could be I'm angrier with them then they deserve. Thank you for the tea, Gyna'ka, and your guidance as always." he stands and gives a small bow, then leaves.
"Zadner Kellos is the foreman in charge right now. So that's who to give it to. And I agree it's worrying, but Assembly 1 is mostly staffed by trainees right now. It's where we bring in the new people, and with last week's disaster in Kuros, there's a lot of new people. Quite a few from the group you rescued, so no, I'm not ruling out the possibility of sabotage. Getting things more organized should help highlight any problems of that nature, though, so we'll try this first."
"If Mr. Kellos is open to it, I will try to assist in the organization so we can be sure. I may...have another idea as well for tracking any missing parts, but I will need to see what has been taken up to this point," Fei offers, then shakes his head and bows again.
"One thing at a time. I will take this to Mr. Kellos," he finishes as he heads over to Assembly 1, where he politely asks around for the datapad's intended recipient.
..."Advice taken, Vickory-- that's why I'm making a whooooole lot of sims, to get s$+% out of the noodle up here, and onto hard drive ...or whatever they call it here. Manadrive?"
He chuckled, "Plus, from what I've been learning, kind of a moot point to document everything. That's happening magically here and there. As for the memories-- I can assure you, all I ever have to really deal with are memories. They hurt the worst, or the shadow fragments of what I used to know. I think I got really mind-f'ed this time, once that ..." He stops for a second, twitches once, while it seems as though the entire 'scene' they are sitting in stills even further.
Much as before in the halls, but without the fetal collapse, since he's sitting, he appears to be suffering some sort of horrible recall and 'not right here' at the moment....
Vickory looks rather skeptical that what he is doing is facing his issues, but she isn't a fully qualified mental doctor, so she decides not to really push it.
She waits patiently through Sam's little flashback. Afterwards, she almost says something, then doesn't, and instead she jumps topic and answers his last question. "I'm helping Arthur make some drones to search for someone. Waverider I think. That's what these three are. Semi-functional prototypes. Well, this one works completely, but is just a modular test platform for subsystems." She gestures to the three floating orbs, and then points out the largest one as the test platform. Even the largest one though is only as big as a shooter marble.
arthur raises one eyebrow "I really shouldn't be surprised at this point" as he re routs to the mail room."The heck?" Arthur reads over it again to make it make more sense "ok, tabling the how part till I can talk to her and simply ignoring the atrocious grammar, there's some information here." He passes the datapad to Hermes so he can read it himself.Shortly after reading the note Arthur receives a notice that he has received a message. the old fashion way, via letter.
he needs to stop by the mail room to sign for it.
After signing for the package, it is a small box and a letter.
Upon opening the box he finds a sonic device very much like Mel's
The letter seems to be some basic instructions on its use. In addition there is some additional instructions.
Hey Atrthur, here is a sonic device like the one I have. its a little older than mine and it has only limited functionality, but it should work.
I programmed a simulation for the sim rooms. to activate it, you need to adjust the dial settings to 642A point it at the programming panel for the room and press the red button. I like having red buttons.
Then run the simulation, be sure to place the simulation on manual ending only otherwise an auto shutdown may occur and it will erase all the progress made up to that point.
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Arthur makes his way to the sim room with a roll of his eyes "guess I'm the glorified gofer here" as he adjusts the settings as intended "no explanations for what I'm doing, just take it and trust.... Ah who am I kidding, I'll take every chance I got, besides. This way I can disassemble, analyze and reassemble the little sonic multi tool... Analyzing specific harmonic frequencies... Destabilizing crystalline matrices..." He fiddled with the device before he gets to the sim room and uses the device as instructed
Andromeda laughed. "Now there's a brave offer, cooking for a dragon. Have you seen how much I can eat in a sitting? You'd have to make enough for an army and that would be about right for appetizers," she joked "At least those are the kinds of comments I've overheard in the cafeteria. Let's just say the lunch ladies are not gonna be happy to see me again," she said, shaking her head. "On the bright side, at least I'm not a picky eater. Anymore. I did go through a phase when I was a kid where I wouldn't eat orange food. Not really sure why. But it drove Mom totally nuts. Especially since Jiminy then decided he wouldn't eat green food and Taron didn't want to be left out so wouldn't eat red food. We had nothing but rice for like a month." ^.^
"We've not yet managed to meet up for a meal, no." He chuckles himself. Twas true. She'd spent most of those catching up with family. "But you shouldn't underestimate a genie when it comes to satisfaction either. Just the two magic words and it's all there. In whatever color you want." He grins, now with a pair of hands laced behind his neck, one to the wal, and one in a pocket. "By the way, fair warning, you may wanna be careful using those two words when you don't actually want something. Kind of have an automatic response a little bit when I'm not focusing on not doing it..." He rubs the back of his neck slightly, embarrassed.
"Oh, cool. That must have been fun. Sorry I haven't heard any of your music. My village is really small and kinda insulated," she said with a shrug and an eyeroll. "I only learned drums because it was one of the few socially acceptable activities for a weather witch. They have soooo many rules. Anyhow, I'll be sure to look up some recordings and stuff now that I know your name. I love listening to new stuff. So many different styles of music to try, so little time to get to them all! Umm....at the risk of sounding even more stupid than usual....what's an autograph?"
"That's ok..." He tries not to seem disappointed but his shoulders fall just a little bit on hearing neither of them actually knew him. "I've got some music crystals back in my room if you guys wanna listen some time."
He takes a leaf out of the wallet thing and stows the wallet as he shakes the maple leaf with his other hand much like a developing polaroid. With a puff of white smoke the leaf is gone and replaced with a bottle of pale orange soda he immediately stops shaking. It seems to come from the leaf already chilled and he pops the top of it with his thumb that for just a moment is topped with a bottle opener."Well, an autograph is a signature of someone famous, usually to prove that you've been in contact with them, but sometimes of value on their own. I don't know why people want them, I just sign it."
SIM Room 3
Vickory looks rather skeptical that what he is doing is facing his issues, but she isn't a fully qualified mental doctor, so she decides not to really push it.
She waits patiently through Sam's little flashback. Afterwards, she almost says something, then doesn't, and instead she jumps topic and answers his last question. "I'm helping Arthur make some drones to search for someone. Waverider I think. That's what these three are. Semi-functional prototypes. Well, this one works completely, but is just a modular test platform for subsystems." She gestures to the three floating orbs, and then points out the largest one as the test platform. Even the largest one though is only as big as a shooter marble.
"You mean the musical, insecure girl that's always thinking I'm hitting on her? Keep forgetting if she's a true blonde or not." He thinks on that for a second then shrugs.
Peeling the visor off, he looks over and focuses on Vickory, "When she take off? Or get lost? Why the probes? I'm pretty good at scouting if you wanted help- rather perceptive. Easy to cover distance too."
Regardless of his critique of her, it's obvious he's willing to help Waverider. "How are those things going to work-- and where? This some kinda magic thing?"
The room reverts to it's default setting after what appears to be a powering down of the SIM.
"That's ok..." He tries not to seem disappointed but his shoulders fall just a little bit on hearing neither of them actually knew him. "I've got some music crystals back in my room if you guys wanna listen some time."
He takes a leaf out of the wallet thing and stows the wallet as he shakes the maple leaf with his other hand much like a developing polaroid. With a puff of white smoke the leaf is gone and replaced with a bottle of pale orange soda he immediately stops shaking. It seems to come from the leaf already chilled and he pops the top of it with his thumb that for just a moment is topped with a bottle opener.
"Well, an autograph is a signature of someone famous, usually to prove that you've been in contact with them, but sometimes of value on their own. I don't know why people want them, I just sign it."
"Sure! Janie says I should listen to more types of music, I can listen to yours too, I guess?"
Vickory shrugs, "I don't know the girl. You'd have to ask Arthur. She got stuck in a closing portal of some sort. I get the the impression it was a sort that was rather destructive and bad. In any case, now she could be lost anywhere in the other realm, thus needing to explore multiple star systems and the space in between. Possibly an entire galaxy. A bit more than your perceptual abilities I think. As for these, yes they are manatronic. Eventually Arthur wants to include tech of his sort, which are bulky and will drastically increase the size."
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Casseus wakes up one morning and decides school ain't for him. He's never attended classes regularly, and there really isn't anything keeping him at Avalon. He thinks about the craziness he was briefly involved with, pissing off a lord of hell wasn't his idea of a good time. Well, it was, but not when it involves so many innocents. That 'Sam guy was crazy, and Casseus expected he was going to get everyone in the school hurt if he didn't temper his lawful stupid activities. Or, even worse, Casseus' own past will will. Either way, he didn't want to be here any longer.
But where to go? Being stuck on this plane, on this world, where was he gonna find a place to hold up? Kuros, maybe? Maybe they could use a big bruiser type. It's always getting blown up or attacked. Maybe he could eek out a living there...
So, with his backpack full, he unceremoniously says good bye to Avalon, and begins his walk to Kuros...
SIM Room 3
Vickory shrugs, "I don't know the girl. You'd have to ask Arthur. She got stuck in a closing portal of some sort. I get the the impression it was a sort that was rather destructive and bad. In any case, now she could be lost anywhere in the other realm, thus needing to explore multiple star systems and the space in between. Possibly an entire galaxy. A bit more than your perceptual abilities I think. As for these, yes they are manatronic. Eventually Arthur wants to include tech of his sort, which are bulky and will drastically increase the size."
Various expressions litter Tryko'Sam's features hearing Vickory speak of the situation. "I'm pretty sure with ...some kinda spell, you could spot this person easy, right? Isn't that how this magic stuff works? 'Find Person' -- rinkle dinkle, and boom -- magic, right?" He wiggles his fingers too. "Or does it not work that way? Every impression I've gotten so far implies you can, like easy. Might explain all the casualness of people around here. I suppose the other thing to do is figure out if she had some kind of tracking device or signature you could lock into, something uniquely her, you know? Brain wave, or radiation type? Depending on the level of tech we're talking, it wouldn't be too hard to fine tune a radio sensor to do a sweep, especially if she has a quality nothing else does. Wouldn't be surprised if she did, lots of strange unique peeps here, like yourself."
He looks around then back to Vickory, "So, where's this Arthur guy? you two taking a break from the work? Did you inform the staff about her being missing? They might have some kind of 'return student to school' system. Hell, for all we know, when you get put on the slab and scanned in medical, they're tagging you somehow already. Just sayin'."
He walks over to where the exit is and says, "Did you want help with this? Or shall we discuss something else? I'm not exactly the sort to not want to rescue a damsel, in case that was missed." Apparently he's getting a bit excited too, given the change of his speaking patterns once he started getting into the thinking aspects. "Oh, and -- in case, cool hovering spherical objects. Wouldn't mind taking a peek at their inner workings or a design one day."
SIM Room 3
...Various expressions litter Tryko'Sam's features hearing Vickory speak of the situation. "I'm pretty sure with ...some kinda spell, you could spot this person easy, right? Isn't that how this magic stuff works? 'Find Person' -- rinkle dinkle, and boom -- magic, right?" He wiggles his fingers too. "Or does it not work that way? Every impression I've gotten so far implies you can, like easy. Might explain all the casualness of people around here. I suppose the other thing to do is figure out if she had some kind of tracking device or signature you could lock into, something uniquely her, you know? Brain wave, or radiation type? Depending on the level of tech we're talking, it wouldn't be too hard to fine tune a radio sensor to do a sweep, especially if she has a quality nothing else does. Wouldn't be surprised if she did, lots of strange unique peeps here, like yourself."
He looks around then back to Vickory, "So, where's this Arthur guy? you two taking a break from the work? Did you inform the staff about her being missing? They might have some kind of 'return student to school' system. Hell, for all we know, when you get put on the slab and scanned in medical, they're tagging you somehow already. Just sayin'."
He walks over to where the exit is and says, "Did you want help with this? Or shall we discuss something else? I'm not exactly the sort to not want to rescue a...
"Magic is like physics. There are rules, and results can only be achieved following those rules, many of which tie directly into physics. Magic is not something that can achieve anything you dream of. Hmm, how do I put this, ah, the limits of magic are not conceptual. Sorenson told me of her favorite quote from a realm where magic is unknown, 'any technology no matter how primitive is magic to those who don't understand it.' Of course, for them magic was anything that broke the rules of the universe according to their understanding, usually thought of as either divine miracle or evil trickery. Under that definition, I don't actually use magic. There are long range detection spells, even some described as reaching anywhere in a realm, however, such spells are described as such by those who don't realize the universe is bigger than their solar system. Range is limited by energy input and efficiency, but without an amplifier or source of immense power, a spell is unlikely to reach even a light second, much less a whole solar system. With the caveat of 'as far as I know.' This school has many who can do things unknown to me."
"Arthur had to sleep and eat. The staff knows, and they never medically examined me, therefore, it isn't standard procedure, even if they do add tags. Also, even other kinds of tech can cross realms from the source as far as I have been informed. You can help if you like. We have been working out of SIM room 2. I can show you if you like."
"Magic is like physics. There are rules, and results can only be achieved following those rules, many of which tie directly into physics. Magic is not something that can achieve anything you dream of. Hmm, how do I put this, ah, the limits of magic are not conceptual. Sorenson told me of her favorite quote from a realm where magic is unknown, 'any technology no matter how primitive is magic to those who don't understand it.' Of course, for them magic was anything that broke the rules of the universe according to their understanding, usually thought of as either divine miracle or evil trickery. Under that definition, I don't actually use magic. There are long range detection spells, even some described as reaching anywhere in a realm, however, such spells are described as such by those who don't realize the universe is bigger than their solar system. Range is limited by energy input and efficiency, but without an amplifier or source of immense power, a spell is unlikely to reach even a light second, much less a whole solar system. With the caveat of 'as far as I know.' This school has many who can do things unknown to me."
"Arthur had to sleep and eat. The staff knows, and they never medically examined me, therefore, it isn't standard procedure, even if they do add tags. Also, even other kinds of tech can cross realms from the source as far as I have been informed. You can help if you like. We have been working out of SIM room 2. I can show you if you like."
Tryko'Sam stared at Vickory while she described, and further more towards the latter part of her discourse.
"You know what really ...strikes me as odd? The fact someone's missing and it doesn't appear like that's a paramount issue-- yet. Maybe I'm late to the party, maybe there's a procedure for this, but, is it just you two? What about staff? I thought their job was to care and protect the kids, or ..." He shrugged and looked towards the door.
"Lots to learn, thanks about the magic shpeel. Makes sense to me, I'm ultimately a scientist if memory can be trusted. Guess that can be argued, since I ain't done much research in ...oh, eons. Again, if -- yeah, broken wheel there, Tryko." He grins and motions again, "Lead on, oh fountain of lore-- happy to follow your slithering along. What's it like having a snake's body? Kinda potent looking. You make good speeds like that?"
He'll follow her if she heads elsewhere. He appears perfectly alright leaving the SIM Room 3 as it is.
"We've not yet managed to meet up for a meal, no." He chuckles himself. Twas true. She'd spent most of those catching up with family. "But you shouldn't underestimate a genie when it comes to satisfaction either. Just the two magic words and it's all there. In whatever color you want." He grins, now with a pair of hands laced behind his neck, one to the wal, and one in a pocket. "By the way, fair warning, you may wanna be careful using those two words when you don't actually want something. Kind of have an automatic response a little bit when I'm not focusing on not doing it..." He rubs the back of his neck slightly, embarrassed.
Andromeda laughed. "Now there's a brave offer, cooking for a dragon. Have you seen how much I can eat in a sitting? You'd have to make enough for an army and that would be about right for appetizers," she joked "At least those are the kinds of comments I've overheard in the cafeteria. Let's just say the lunch ladies are not gonna be happy to see me again," she said, shaking her head. "On the bright side, at least I'm not a picky eater. Anymore. I did go through a phase when I was a kid where I wouldn't eat orange food. Not really sure why. But it drove Mom totally nuts. Especially since Jiminy then decided he wouldn't eat green food and Taron didn't want to be left out so wouldn't eat red food. We had nothing but rice for like a month." ^.^
She laughed. "No using those words. Got it. No worries, Jasper. Nobody understands the importance of respecting wish craft before it goes rogue like a Sunwake," she said wryly. "My ancestors got a little wish happy a long, long time ago and it's sort of ....er....morphed a bit over the years. Gotten added on to, so to speak. Developed a bit of a personality of its own. Ooh, enchiladas!" she said, practically drooling as they got to the cafeteria and she got a look at what was being served for dinner.
"That's ok..." He tries not to seem disappointed but his shoulders fall just a little bit on hearing neither of them actually knew him. "I've got some music crystals back in my room if you guys wanna listen some time."
He takes a leaf out of the wallet thing and stows the wallet as he shakes the maple leaf with his other hand much like a developing polaroid. With a puff of white smoke the leaf is gone and replaced with a bottle of pale orange soda he immediately stops shaking. It seems to come from the leaf already chilled and he pops the top of it with his thumb that for just a moment is topped with a bottle opener.
"Well, an autograph is a signature of someone famous, usually to prove that you've been in contact with them, but sometimes of value on their own. I don't know why people want them, I just sign it."
"Sure! Janie says I should listen to more types of music, I can listen to yours too, I guess?"
"Yeah, sounds pretty awesome to me," Janie agrees. "Learning new music styles is one of the best things about this school."
A not so subtle wind raced through the cafeteria, discouraging a rowdy group of boys from sitting down next to Gavin and Janie. She gave them some definite side-eye, but was at least attempting to avoid an actual fight. For now."Gavin, you been having trouble with Helt in classes and stuff or is it me he's trying to irritate?"