"OK?..."
She seems very confused and backs away slowly back to looking for Midori
"OK?..."
She seems very confused and backs away slowly back to looking for Midori
Sorun sets his hand on Sara's shoulder....
"It will be okay Sara"
I understand what's happening around me... I'm just distracted
"What? What did i do?"
she says! a smile ever present.
"Why wouldn't it be? I just don't know what the lizard person is talking about..."
He conjures the arrows through the halls and to Mel's door.
He knocks on it.
"Anyone home?"
"Why wouldn't it be? I just don't know what the lizard person is talking about..."
"The lizard is just trying to clean up the lines it wrote.... maybe it was trying to help people get around...?"
"No, the line would take you back to the line. I drew it because it was fun."
"Now I'm even more confused..."
She shakes her head and goes back to trying to find Midori.
"No, the line would take you back to the line. I drew it because it was fun."
Soruns face breaks into a huge grin as he chuckles, "I used to play with the palace fish like that! I'd tell them to follow the green algae and make them go in circles for hours! They never understood!"
Hew flabbergasted at the new information. "She thinks what? Why? Never mind I have been in Zilla's head and I still don't understand her." Hew tells him while shaking his head in disbelief. "Not exactly how I was intending to clear my head, but I can't let Zilla cause any trouble after I gave her a body."
Lang tries to calm him down look, sometimes people believe what they want so strongly they will not listen to the truth no matter how many time they are told. for those times it is best that they are given the tools to realize the truth on thier own.
I told grim to find Zilla and try and get her to the SIM room where all of this started. and since you were heading there already we should go there. and if anything, you can show me what you mean by "work out" perhaps we can share some combat training techniques as a way to release some stress
along the way Lang explains everything that happened to lead Zilla to her misinterpretation of events.
"Heh. Neat. So... Who are you?"
she says as she rapidly Ports around you, and the air distorts behind her. Trying to follow her with you're eyes results in mild nausuia. She's only half as tall as you, and when she's done porting around you, she looks up at you, still wide eyed with a huge grin.
After a few minutes, Razule returns wearing a long coat.
"You kids all ready to go?"
It wasn't entirely obvious where she got the wood to build the ramp, but she must have got it from somewhere. With pillows tied all around her body, the determined freckle-faced child, wisps of red hair sticking out from underneath her helmet, stepped to the top of the ramp she'd laid over the staircase and jumped on with both roller skates.
She zoomed down the stairs and along the hallway past the cafeteria before crash landing against the doors to the big kid school with a sickening crunch.
"Totally worth it," she groaned before being whisked away to the infirmary.
"I apologize for the delay. I really hope that we get a new head healer soon. I'm really not cut out for this," she said with a grimace as she joined the two boys in exam room five.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind giving me a more detailed idea of what I'm supposed to be looking for?"
Mel seems to have slipped into some sort of comma. not quite sure if it was her injuries or some sort of self induced psychic comma.
medical scans seem to indicate the continued gradual healing is still taking place.
Miss Jones walked into SIM room 6 and frowned. "Computer, undo antimagic field."
"I can't exactly look for spells in an antimagic field. I presume this young man who is looking rather less than thrilled at being immobilized is the subject I was called here to examine?"
She motioned imperiously to the trio who had followed her. "I need all of you to remain quiet while I am working. That goes for the rest of you too. I have no doubt that emotions are running high, but you cannot help him with drama at the moment but you can with silence."
::Your skill set is not applicable to the current emergency, Sir. Your recourses are better spent controlling damage on the ships.::
"How quickly can this ship return to the school? Ms.Waverider needs emergency proffesional medical attention."
...
"I like her!"
A tiny black dragon watches with shock and horror as a little red haired girl flies past him and breaks herself on the door next to him.
"................."
He lays down on the floor and covers his eyes with his tail as he takes a moment to try and forget what he just saw...
Some of the people here were crazier than Tarka...
"Heh. Neat. So... Who are you?"
she says as she rapidly Ports around you, and the air distorts behind her. Trying to follow her with you're eyes results in mild nausuia. She's only half as tall as you, and when she's done porting around you, she looks up at you, still wide eyed with a huge grin.
"Hi, uhhhhgggg" sorun's eyes cross and he jumps (ish) "I am sorun"
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Arthur broadcasts over the radio ::is Mels ok? Uh and Raelle and igni, I'm trying to put out the fires and fix the ship::Raelle stumbled out of where she was working in the back of the ship towards the cockpit.
"There's things on fire? And it's not like you're the only one fixing this ship, you know. James has just finished rejoining all the fuel lines and I was fixing the landing gear back there....I'm about spent so if there's something else you can't outright fix with tools right now, point me in the right direction and I'll see what I can do."
"And let me know if Mel is okay," she added sounding concerned and tired.
"uh ok. What exactly is it you do? I'm sorry but we've just met, and yeah, Mel is... Better than she could be, she's stable, and that's good, if I hear anything else I'll tell ya"
"Hello soron, I'm tarka. Your tail is cool."
she reaches behind her, and pulls out a bag of chips thicker then could fit behind her back and still be hidden, and couldn't have come from, well, anywhere.
"Hello soron, I'm tarka. Your tail is cool."
she reaches behind her, and pulls out a bag of chips thicker then could fit behind her back and still be hidden, and couldn't have come from, well, anywhere.
"Your hat is lovely" he replies graciously
"What hat? I'm not wearing a hat."
"uh ok. What exactly is it you do? I'm sorry but we've just met, and yeah, Mel is... Better than she could be, she's stable, and that's good, if I hear anything else I'll tell ya"Arthur broadcasts over the radio ::is Mels ok? Uh and Raelle and igni, I'm trying to put out the fires and fix the ship::Raelle stumbled out of where she was working in the back of the ship towards the cockpit.
"There's things on fire? And it's not like you're the only one fixing this ship, you know. James has just finished rejoining all the fuel lines and I was fixing the landing gear back there....I'm about spent so if there's something else you can't outright fix with tools right now, point me in the right direction and I'll see what I can do."
"And let me know if Mel is okay," she added sounding concerned and tired.
"I haven't been doing it long and if I knew how to explain it better I would. I see the patterns and I can fix them sometimes. So, like I said, if you've got anything that can't be fixed with just tools, like a part is fried or whatever, point me in that direction and I'll do what I can. I just don't have much juice left. It's starting to feel like my brain is all foggy."
"And I'm glad she'd stable. I tried to fix her as best I could, but it wasn't nearly as much as she needed. Uh...yeah...whatever it is, it works on people as well as things. It's some kind of psychic something or other."
Miss Jones walked into SIM room 6 and frowned. "Computer, undo antimagic field."
"I can't exactly look for spells in an antimagic field. I presume this young man who is looking rather less than thrilled at being immobilized is the subject I was called here to examine?"
She motioned imperiously to the trio who had followed her. "I need all of you to remain quiet while I am working. That goes for the rest of you too. I have no doubt that emotions are running high, but you cannot help him with drama at the moment but you can with silence."
Rena in particular did not look eager to move away from Tryko'Sam, standing near him, though she had remembered his rebuff earlier about physical contact and was not 'all over him', but standing defensively beside him, doing her futile effort to try to make sure he stays calm, saying comforting things to him such as: "It'll be alright, we're here to help. I won't let them keep you held any longer than needed. You're my friend and I will fight to help you."
The winged girl remains nearby to her entrapped friend, holding Asha close as well if Asha sought comfort.
"What hat? I'm not wearing a hat."
*awkward silence*
tarka stares back, relishing every moment of the awkwardness.
Ehos, Silinrul and Jaiye arrive a few seconds after the quick-walking enchantment professor, half-jogging to keep up with the woman. Ehos tenses immediately upon seeing the white-haired girl, taking Jaiye's hand and standing off to the side with her.
He conjures the arrows through the halls and to Mel's door.
He knocks on it.
"Anyone home?"
Nim is just curled up on mel's bed sleeping using Mel's dress as a bit of "nesting"
Mel's half of the room is an utter mess. clothes all over the place. a dirty hot cocoa mug and what appears to be an empty thermos (all cold btw).
there is a waste basket overflowing with crumbled papers all appear to be song lyrics and sheet music in various stages of composition.
there are even more piles on her desk. sitting on top of the pile of sheet music on the desk is a blue book.
also sitting on her desk is what looks like a picture of two little kids (a boy and girl) they look familiar -- maybe Dom and Mel.
under Mel's dress partially under her pillow, is another picture of Dom asleep but wearing make-up and a wig (like a girl) - he looks soo cute...
Renkai opens the door and scans the room... "all good."
Then walks over to the metal thingy
"What are...? It's alive...."
Miss Jones walked into SIM room 6 and frowned. "Computer, undo antimagic field."
"I can't exactly look for spells in an antimagic field. I presume this young man who is looking rather less than thrilled at being immobilized is the subject I was called here to examine?"
She motioned imperiously to the trio who had followed her. "I need all of you to remain quiet while I am working. That goes for the rest of you too. I have no doubt that emotions are running high, but you cannot help him with drama at the moment but you can with silence."
Still gazing at nothing in particular, as if attempting to ignore the room while bundled up by the immobilizing restraints, Tryko'Sam has remained silent. He couldn't move his mouth if he wanted, well, work the jaw.
The computer to the room says, "Anti Magic field de-activated."
Renkai opens the door and scans the room... "all good."
Then walks over to the metal thingy
"What are...? It's alive...."
Nim seems a little protective of its resting spot. especially the dress. not attacking just a bit agitated about being disturbed
The other side of the room Tybalt has entered is your quintessential 'girls room', if one subscribes to those kinds of stereotypes, though whomever lives there has blue as their favourite colour rather than pink. But the decor is fairly lacy, and her side is fairly organized and well put together, though a few textbooks rest open on her desk.
Repp excuses himself from the gathering and heads inside the school, looking to be alone for a moment himself, and thus heads to his room for the time being.
"Alright, I'll go over a few basic things first. I am going to scan your mind. This will be a surface scan only. I will not look at individual thoughts or memories. That would be a violation of your privacy. I am looking for traces of tampering, spells, contingent spells. That sort of thing. If I find nothing I will ask Professor Sunwake to subject you to a neural scan to look for signs of hypnotic suggestion or brain damage. If something is found it will be dealt with appropriately and then you will be freed from restraints."
At this point she simply stares into Tryko'Sam's eyes intently. She is as still as a statue herself as she proceeds to begin her mental scan.
"Well? Nothing?"
tarka says as moments pass.
Aananda's voice comes over the speakers in the room.
...
Meanwhile Aananda was running diagnostics on the separate program in SIM room three, trying to figure out what it was and how it got here.
Sorting through the diagnostics, and running them a second time, it appears the main frame's assessment and her own is the same. This room has recordings of the events that transpired, but does not have an official record of having conducted those events-- past the initial interface with Tryko'Sam that one point.
This secondary program, which seems to have run independent of the normal SIM system, doesn't appear to be evident in any of the current software storage devices, or running in the background. Perhaps a glitch, though no indications of such exist. Whatever ran the SIM Room 3 during those sessions did it flawlessly, that even the SIM Room understood them to be perfect replications of the process.
While standing there with some data being surveyed via her devices, Aanandareavekki then hears someone behind her, in a plain, female voice ask, "Excuse me. I apologize for the surprise, but, are you someone in charge of this facility? I appear to be lost and am looking for some information, I hope I am not going to surprise you to the point of violence."
If or when she turns around to look, there's a simple looking, mid-thirty human female, average looking in nearly every possible way, healthy, about five feet and ten inches in height, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, dressed in a simple leather like jumpsuit of dark grey, boots and gloves. She gives a light wave when looked at.
"Hi. I come in peace." Then she waits with a light smile.
"Well? Nothing?"
tarka says as moments pass.
...."your mushroom isn't a hat?"
she pushes it up a little. You can barely see a stem.
"Professor." Vare says in deference to the recently arrived woman.
"It is most definitely some kind of enchantment effect, and I suspect that it is actually set up similar to a contingency spell. Given a certain emotional trigger, the spell will flare on, and intensify the emotion to unhealthy levels. Anger becomes murderous rage, for example." Vare explains, nodding slightly to the new arrivals - Jaiye and her brother - glad to see that the pair are finished attempting to murder one another.
"I will try to think if I have any other relevant information." Vare says semi-absently, in that particular distracted way of his.
She turned around, eyes widening in surprise.
"Uh...hi," she said uncertainly. She hit a button on her headband. "Initiating scan."
She brought up a holographic display from her wristband to view the results. She looked at the display. She looked at the female. She tilted her head, a confused expression on her face. She looked at the display again, then back at the woman.
"Ooookay. Ummm.....you're....semi-real? Right, right. I'm Aananda Sunwake. I'm a professor here at the school. I'm in charge of security. The student who has been using this SIM room has shown signs of mental tampering leading to outbreaks of violent temper, so please forgive me if I'm not exactly inclined to trust you at first sight. Who are you? And how did you get in here?...like.....that?"
After a few minutes, Razule returns wearing a long coat.
"You kids all ready to go?"
With the return of Professor Yrrum, Tyrrin casts her final spells (Haste, Cloak of Dreams, and Divine Vessel), growing to double her height as her skin shifts to a metallic colour, her hair slicking back into a solid block that does not move. She /almost/ looks robotic, and her eyes are pale blue orbs which glow. When she speaks, her tone is flat and expressionless. "I am prepared. I have the capability to teleport most of our number to our destination. Pyry, I will return when I am able."
"as soon as I get the gas masks, then I am also ready, shall I go now to grab them?"
igni stands behind Mel. He says nothing.
"good, good, next thing to do would be run a system diagnosis, do you know how to run one, if so getting that started would save time, I'm on my way there personally"
Mel's data pad is still tied into the shuttle's systems tied in via her sonic device running system status scans and reports on the screen. it would not take much to see all the necessary information leading up to the failures that occurred.
(kind of like an airplane black box)
"good, good, next thing to do would be run a system diagnosis, do you know how to run one, if so getting that started would save time, I'm on my way there personally"
"Yeah, I know how to do that...where are you? I thought you were still in the cockpit?"
She sat in one of the pilot's seats and picked up Mel's datapad and started reading it....
scanning the system scans the following information seems apparent.
Tiny stess fractures in two support struts of the landing gear. (the ones that failed due to the loss of remote control and the same one that Raelle repaired. If the shuttle landed with the gear as it was, (half extended) the struts would fail and eject up into the ship. It would have ruptured the pressurized liquid nitrogen cooling system creating an arctic explosion. Which would be very bad on the sun and the firebirds in the area.