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.
"Heh, thanks. Maybe some day whenI'm a little better at the whole granting deal, I could help you guys out with that. The least I could do really. I might still have been... stuck, if you and your sis hadn't done the whole deal in the desert that the boss needed me to help out with." He laughs when she's so enthused to see the food. "You want me to help you get trays? Something I'm pretty handy for." He grins as he clasps his hands together in obvious pairs. It only takes a moment, but when they arrive in the cafeteria he looks around the very open and tall space in discomfort, breaking his usual grin with a frown before he spontaneously grows a couple feet taller and tries to play it off like it was usual. Andromeda would notice through their varying interactions that he tends to attempt to match the space he's in, preferring not to be too small at any given time. Even in the desert he was enormous the majority of the time.
"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?"
"Sure. If there's one thing I have, it's albums. And some other stuff if you end up liking it."
He takes a swig of the bright orange soda."So, weather, huh? I've got a little nature stuff myself, but it never kept a concert from being rained out. There was a month or two it happened so often I was almost afraid the tour dates on the Sun would too." He laughs at the irony of raining on the Sun.
"Gavin, you been having trouble with Helt in classes and stuff or is it me he's trying to irritate?"
"Huh?"
He blinks, and turns to look at the boys who just got warded off."Oh, him. No, at least I don't think so. If it is aimed toward me, he needs to try harder...is he being a jerk to you?" He gives the group another look, as if he's examining them with different eyes.
"...yeah...albums..." is all he gets out concerning Rakki's comment, distracted as he is.
"I told youse idiots, lift with the knees! Yeah, yeah, tell it to someone who cares. Take him to medical. And someone come get this damned crate! We can't afford to lose another one!" he bellowed as he directed an injured worker to be taken off the floor. "Whatchu want?" he asked Fei belligerently when he walked up.
"Hello," Fei intones with a polite bow.
"Mr. Sunwake wanted this new schedule placed in your hands immediately to help address the current...inventory issue," he adds as he presents the datapad to him, quickly scanning the space to get the layout and routine (based on his own experience at Avalon) and seeing if the worker's injuries could use his immediate attention.
"Would you also be able to point me toward a current list of the missing parts?"
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While walking down the road to Kuros, a caravan that seems to be in a big hurry, suddenly slows down, and gives Casseus the road. He smiles at them as we walks by, tossing a half wave at them, and they hurriedly get back on the road and continue on. Wonder what that was about he thinks to himself.
...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...
"The staff serm to have plenty of issues to handle at the moment it seems. That said, it only makes sense to have the students do what they can to help in any case. As for my form, I'm not sure what kind of answer you are expecting. What is like to wander around on a pair of legs?" she asked, rhetorically probably, "And yes I can move quickly when needed, though I never timed myself or anything."
Hallways, near SIM Rooms
"The staff serm to have plenty of issues to handle at the moment it seems. That said, it only makes sense to have the students do what they can to help in any case. As for my form, I'm not sure what kind of answer you are expecting. What is like to wander around on a pair of legs?" she asked, rhetorically probably, "And yes I can move quickly when needed, though I never timed myself or anything."
As they walk along the hallway, even just the small portion between the two SIM Rooms, Vickory would notice immediately out of the corner of her vision, a trio of students just around a corner, peering over clearly planning no good. Likely, they were waiting to pounce on Tryko'Sam, but since she's with him, they aren't acting up yet. They quickly slip out of sight as well, giddy with their un-acted upon plans.
Tryko'Sam 'appears' to not notice, following the coiled lower half of Vickory without any urgency to his pace. "Where we going again?" he asks while scratching on his upper left arm, then flattening out the clothing that gets mildly ruffled by doing so.
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."Heh, thanks. Maybe some day whenI'm a little better at the whole granting deal, I could help you guys out with that. The least I could do really. I might still have been... stuck, if you and your sis hadn't done the whole deal in the desert that the boss needed me to help out with." He laughs when she's so enthused to see the food. "You want me to help you get trays? Something I'm pretty handy for." He grins as he clasps his hands together in obvious pairs. It only takes a moment, but when they arrive in the cafeteria he looks around the very open and tall space in discomfort, breaking his usual grin with a frown before he spontaneously grows a couple feet taller and tries to play it off like it was usual. Andromeda would notice through their varying interactions that he tends to attempt to match the space he's in, preferring not to be too small at any given time. Even in the desert he was enormous the majority of the time.
"Well, I was going to say that won't be necessary....they used to just have a table specifically for us, but I don't see it...." she said, sounding a little uncertain as she was met with yet another change.
"Oh, you're on of those," the somewhat surly lunch lady said when she saw Andromeda, glowering as only an Orc can. "We've got a cart for you. The headmaster finally gave us those serving trays of holding we've been asking for. Saves a lot of heavy lifting getting all this food out of the kitchen, let me tell you, though we still have to fill the dishes by the shovelful," she said with an extra glare for Andromeda as if it were entirely her fault that there was so much work in the kitchen.
"Umm...that's great," Andromeda said with forced cheerfulness.
The lunch lady grunted and wheeled a cart out from behind the counter. "You just make sure you bring that back when you're done," she snapped before turning to Jasper and glaring suspiciously at his size. "How many trays are you planning to eat? It better not be more than you can carry."
Ginni remains the same as she has been for the last several days, unconscious and unresponsive.
Ace sighs, and sits down next to her "Ginni, please wake up. I miss you and love you so much. I'm so sorry for that stupid fight we got into right before...." He can't finish the sentence as he starts to cry in frustration and anger.
"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?""Sure. If there's one thing I have, it's albums. And some other stuff if you end up liking it."
He takes a swig of the bright orange soda.
"So, weather, huh? I've got a little nature stuff myself, but it never kept a concert from being rained out. There was a month or two it happened so often I was almost afraid the tour dates on the Sun would too." He laughs at the irony of raining on the Sun.
She shrugged. "I don't think I could do much in big weather conditions like that. Big weather means big consequences. You can start a drought, cause floods, accidentally trigger a natural disaster. All for a sunny day. I only do little weather. Indoor rainstorms, that sort of thing. Being a weather witch is mostly about not doing stuff, which kinda sucks. But I could probably accidentally destroy the continent if I really tried, so there's that," she said half joking.
"Gavin, you been having trouble with Helt in classes and stuff or is it me he's trying to irritate?""Huh?"
He blinks, and turns to look at the boys who just got warded off.
"Oh, him. No, at least I don't think so. If it is aimed toward me, he needs to try harder...is he being a jerk to you?" He gives the group another look, as if he's examining them with different eyes.
"...yeah...albums..." is all he gets out concerning Rakki's comment, distracted as he is.
"A little bit, but nothing I can't handle. I'm just glad to hear that he isn't taking it out on you. Pretty sure it's nothing serious anyways. Just the usual. I made trouble so that makes the troublemakers think I'm competition," she said with a cocky grin.
"But we should probably go now, yeah, before this ends with more detentions..."
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
The device gives off the familiar buzz sound and the program is loaded into the Sim room.
the loading process to start the Sim takes a bit longer than expected though and there appear to be a few safety protocols that got disabled or overridden though none seem too dangerous.
Eventually the light goes green and the the Sim room is ready for use.
here is a basic idea of the simulation, (minus the police box part of course.)
When the door opens the room looks like some sort of control room with a center control console also there is a large work bench with all sorts of tools. sitting on the bench is what's left of Arthurs power armor he made for Mel. It looks like it was in a battle and took lots of combat damage.
Standing at the control console is Mel. When she notices you, she waves you all inside.
Welcome to Susan's Rift ship. this isn't the whole ship just the control room are. the rest would have been to much to program.
... sic ...
"Thanks, kid," the halfling says gruffly, glancing at the datapad.
Fei's expertise is enough to see that the injured worker is not badly hurt. Nothing that a cure light or a nanite treatment couldn't fix in short order.
Content that the worker in good hands, Fei nods politely and returns his attention to the halfling crew boss.
"Well, I had a paper list, but that's gone missing too. But I remember what was on it. Two crates of number six bolts. Two crates. I'm still trying to figure out how these yahoos managed to misplace that many. And a box of number four gears, five door panels, ten exhaust pipes, and six wrenches. That's just this week and just what we've noticed. Youse may have noticed it's not exactly serene in here," he said with grating sarcasm.
The lights dimmed for a moment, flickering a few times before coming back on. "And we've had that going on," Zadner Kellos grumbled. "No idea what's causing it since our best electrician didn't know what electricity was last week and our second best electrician is the only one who actually knows anything, but he keeps throwing himself on the floor and shrieking some nonsense about the glory of the empire whenever he hears a loud noise. And youse would would be right if youse guessed just how difficult that is to work with in a bleeding factory. It's nothing but loud noises in here!"
"Thank you for that. I will try to find out if anything else has gone missing as well, so we know the full extent of the issue," Fei replies as he commits Zadner's list to memory.
The plight of the #2 electrician causes him some concern, as does the 'interruption' in power he witnesses.
"Does this person require more specialized medical care than has already been provided? And do you know how long these power issues have been occurring"
Mel smiles as Arthur, as she goes over to escort him in. unfortunately, I am only a Simulation, the real Mel is still trapped. I found a sort of short duration portal into Avalon's past and managed to get a message to you as well as this program. I was hoping I could help you find a solution to get me back. I have some theories in my journal.
"Yeah, he definitely does, but with all the folks what's been traumatized the past week, those kind of healers have waiting lists for months, they do. If you leave him alone with nuffin to do he starts hurting himself, he does. So we deals with the screaming and that's that. He's boarding with me at night. The missus didn't like it, but he can't be left unsupervised. And he can't be left to his own devices, so I've got him building clockwork toys during the off hours. He's alright so long as he falls asleep on his workbench. Otherwise we finds him trying to smash his head on the walls or shut his hands in the doors. Or worse. But what else can we do? As long as he can work he's mostly fine."
"As for the power issues, well, they sort of crept up on us, but they've gotten worse as the week's gone on. Might be sabotage. More likely just incompetence. Don't think we had any troubles with it two weeks ago though. The boss wouldn't have let it drag on that long, I don't think."
"I...work in the Infirmary at Avalon Academy as a healer. My abilities heal the body rather than the mind, but I could request that he be seen by those with those talents. His willingness to harm himself is something that warrant immediate care, I believe. But only if you feel it could benefit him rather than traumatize him even more."
"And I will bring these power issues to Mr. Sunwake's attention, then see if I can trace the source of their occurrences before they get any worse."
Taron relaxes with Kamenwati and their eggs in their room, enjoying the quiet moment away from the others. Quiet and warm in the incubation rom.
... sic ...
Having followed Vickory to what assumedly would be the location where Arthur would be as well, Trkyo'Sam looks around and squints a moment looking at the Melody SIM.
"Huh-- oh. Hey. So ... you're Arthur?" He looks over at Arthur and gives an up-nod in greeting.
Trkyo'Sam is a young male, humanoid, without any noticeable scars or issues of health. He's extremely charming and immediately likable without any effort on his part. He's currently in some black outfit, t-shirt and jeans, which are likely a form of the school uniform, altered in fashion. Boots at the end of his legs, covering his feet. He has appears, if checked, to have a back pocket with some 'wallet' looking thing in it, perhaps a datapad or something of similar size.
Looking over at Melody he greets her as well, "Yo, SIM Sis. How's things? Heard you were missing. Where'd you go? Someone kidnap you?" He might be mistaking her for the real person, or ... just being casual with the simulation regardless.
Hands go into his pockets, and he looks a combination of disinterested and relaxed, while glancing about taking in the room's details.
"A little bit, but nothing I can't handle. I'm just glad to hear that he isn't taking it out on you. Pretty sure it's nothing serious anyways. Just the usual. I made trouble so that makes the troublemakers think I'm competition," she said with a cocky grin.
"But we should probably go now, yeah, before this ends with more detentions..."
Gavin studies the group for a bit longer, then seems to snap out of it.
"No, they haven't done anything to me yet...I hope it's just prankster shenanigans. Hate to see people get hurt over something stupid like pride.Let's get out of here. Nice to meet you Mr. Okane."
The tone of his voice changed a bit as "Happy bright" Gavin was just replaced with "I really hope people don't get hurt" Gavin.
Finishes up his dinner, and checks out a skimmer to take to Kuros. He arrives at the factory and goes to find Jiminy.
"Ghalen Kiln, reporting as ordered." he says with a smirk.
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?
"sure that sounds like fun. Nice to meet you Phandra"
"Well I speak for the continent when I say thank you for your continued self control."
He nods and flashes a peace sign as they leave.
"See ya around."
He doesn't make a move to follow as they seem to intend to do their own thing, but he may come with if they ask. He's sort of hard to pin down in that most of his actions are a reasonably well played persona he's constructed.
"I only eat recreationally," he remarks to the orcish cafeteria worker as he takes up guiding the cart for Andromeda, gentleman that he is, for people he likes at least."
When they're out of ear shot he leans over to Andromeda. "Glad that's the case, too. Can't imagine what the food is like if the cooks are so bitter." He smirks a half grin as he guides the cart.
"So, anywhere particular you wanna eat? We could always go somewhere nice. Anywhere nice, really. Anywhen nice too, possibly, depending on how your powers work."
"Okay, that works for me," Sadie agreed, inputting the request into the machine. First the scene around them turned into a dojo filled with weapons and armor. "Suit up," she said, examining the swords and testing a rapier for balance.Djalos pipes up. "Why not a combination of the two options?" All around Djalos, the air begins vibrating, and he begins... somehow manipulating the tremors with his hands, and a small section of the room shows a throne room.
"Occasionally, I was tasked to protect, rather than kill, a target. When that happened, rival clans began clamoring to off me and the mercenary forces I hired. I, of course, defeated them. But it is an interesting situation nonetheless. How about all three of us compete against an AI opponent to capture the target?"
Adon simply takes a moment, holding his katana, and a few breaths.
"Alright. Let's get to it."
... sic ...
Having followed Vickory to what assumedly would be the location where Arthur would be as well, Trkyo'Sam looks around and squints a moment looking at the Melody SIM.
"Huh-- oh. Hey. So ... you're Arthur?" He looks over at Arthur and gives an up-nod in greeting.
Trkyo'Sam is a young male, humanoid, without any noticeable scars or issues of health. He's extremely charming and immediately likable without any effort on his part. He's currently in some black outfit, t-shirt and jeans, which are likely a form of the school uniform, altered in fashion. Boots at the end of his legs, covering his feet. He has appears, if checked, to have a back pocket with some 'wallet' looking thing in it, perhaps a datapad or something of similar size.
Looking over at Melody he greets her as well, "Yo, SIM Sis. How's things? Heard you were missing. Where'd you go? Someone kidnap you?" He might be mistaking her for the real person, or ... just being casual with the simulation regardless.
Hands go into his pockets, and he looks a combination of disinterested and relaxed, while glancing about taking in the room's details.
Mel give a semi-forced smile, Hello Sam, sorry Tryko'Sam, nice to see you again, and clothed this time.
Mel goes to give everyone there a hug I am glad you decided to help. Anyway, I was not kidnapped, Arthur knows all about what happened. but here is the rundown, There was this rift that needed to be closed. the rift was giving off large levels or Artron energy which I have a rather high resistance to. anyway when I entered the rift with a Reality Bomb that we constructed, I discovered two thing, first was this ship, <indicating the sim setting you are in> and some other strange robot like creatures that wanted to escape the rift.
well thanks to the armor suit that Arthur made I survived the first attack from those robot things and was able to counterattack. Mel is rather animated at this point playing out the epic battle. The suit started to take lots of damage and I knew I wasn't gonna make it if I didn't do something, fast.
A quick check of available power, I had just enough to generate a shield to protect me from the bomb blast, so I activated the shield and the Reality bomb. After that everything went blank
Then I woke up on board this ship. It belongs to my new friend Susan but she asked to not be part of the Sim program. Anyway I have a plan to get out of this rift, but you will have to create another modified reality bomb, then get it to me inside the rift.
You may want to get some teachers help for this one though.
...sic... strange robot like creatures that wanted to escape the rift. ...sic...
Tryko'Sam's eyes go wide at the mention of 'strange robot like creatures' and starts to breath oddly-- anyone with any sense of basic physiology and psychology would grasp that he's having a minor panic attack.
Under his quickly hyperventilating voice, he horsely utters, "... no ... no nonooonono..." This is quickly followed by a grasping of his head and doubling over, sounding as if he's holding in whatever lack of food he didn't eat earlier, and the fetal curling up-- seeking darkness.
He lays there on the ground whimpering and going quiet, eyes shut, some tears spilling down his charismatic features, clearly a shattered young humanoid at this point.
Attempts to stir him won't be immediately returned, ignoring even the physical.
"It'll be fine, Gavin. Just some minor harassment. No big deal. You worry too much," she said, putting an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair before jumping back, laughing.
"Hey, you're welcome to come hang out with us too if you want, Rakki. I'm sure we can find some way to keep ourselves entertained," she said, a hint of mischief in her smile.
"I only eat recreationally," he remarks to the orcish cafeteria worker as he takes up guiding the cart for Andromeda, gentleman that he is, for people he likes at least."
When they're out of ear shot he leans over to Andromeda. "Glad that's the case, too. Can't imagine what the food is like if the cooks are so bitter." He smirks a half grin as he guides the cart.
"So, anywhere particular you wanna eat? We could always go somewhere nice. Anywhere nice, really. Anywhen nice too, possibly, depending on how your powers work."
"The time travel is strictly Ephebe's thing. I mostly deal with damage control," she said with a slight grimace. "Here, there should be a small room just off of the cafeteria...yep, here it is. I'm guessing this will be a lot more comfortable for you than the big room out there," she said, opening the door to a small room filled with a couch and a couple of chairs. "The school generates at least a couple of this room every mealtime for those who need a little peace and quiet. Nothing generates drama like mealtimes. Someone ends up running away crying every time," she said with a shrug.
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Ephebe walked out of her office after leaving the daily paperwork in the capable hands of the aschen, a shortcut she should have started using ages ago. It made her administrative tasks much simpler.
She touched the wall, thinking of the student she needed to find. It was past time to get Gareth the help he needed to decipher his book and she had a hunch that she knew just the right person for the job.
"It'll be fine, Gavin. Just some minor harassment. No big deal. You worry too much," she said, putting an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair before jumping back, laughing.
That immediately snaps him out of his funk. "Oh, alright. If you're not worried about it, then why should I be, right?" he says smiling.
"Hey, you're welcome to come hang out with us too if you want, Rakki. I'm sure we can find some way to keep ourselves entertained," she said, a hint of mischief in her smile.
He smirks "Yeah, and you can join us for detention too probably."
The fallen star thinks for a moment, his mouth wiggling a little as he mulls it over for a sec. He stands and takes a swig from his soda before following.
"Sure. Sounds like it could be fun. Just let me know if you want any giant snakes or tigers." He grins as well, the same troublemaker's glint in his eyes as Janie has.
"Seems like it. Interesting to see how people move. Almost like wind. Sometimes they're attracted and sometimes they push people away. Seems that most often it's the attraction that causes the storms too."
How poetic. Jasper ducks through the door, shrinking down a little in the process.
"So, you get to be the responsible one without any of the fun powers? That must be a pain. Kinda glad I'm the only Freedom. As far as I know anyways."
He takes a seat on a couch, leaning comfortably onto the left arm so An can either take the other arm or a chair as she pleases.
The fallen star thinks for a moment, his mouth wiggling a little as he mulls it over for a sec. He stands and takes a swig from his soda before following.
"Sure. Sounds like it could be fun. Just let me know if you want any giant snakes or tigers." He grins as well, the same troublemaker's glint in his eyes as Janie has.
"Ooh...possibilities....and here I was just planning on turning the third floor showers into a snowstorm.....but now that snakes and tigers are on the table, well...that changes everything," she said happily as she contemplates the best way to make use of the available resources.
"Seems like it. Interesting to see how people move. Almost like wind. Sometimes they're attracted and sometimes they push people away. Seems that most often it's the attraction that causes the storms too."
How poetic. Jasper ducks through the door, shrinking down a little in the process.
"So, you get to be the responsible one without any of the fun powers? That must be a pain. Kinda glad I'm the only Freedom. As far as I know anyways."
He takes a seat on a couch, leaning comfortably onto the left arm so An can either take the other arm or a chair as she pleases.
She sat down next to him on the couch and started lifting off lids of the different trays on the cart, trying to figure out what was what.
"Well, that's how it seems, but I've had a taste of time travel. It's how I died. And the time I spent in Ephebe's brain...yeah, I'm not really keen on those fun powers anymore now that I know what they cost. Plus, I've always been compulsively responsible, just ask my brothers," she said, rolling her eyes.
She shoved what had to be at least twenty five enchiladas in her mouth. "Mmmmm.....enchiladas," she said, her mouth not as full as you would think given how many of them she was chewing on. "They did not have these in the afterlife...which is a terrible oversight as far as I'm concerned," she added before shoveling even more of them into her mouth. Obviously extradimesnional spaces were involved somehow.
"It's true, she's incredibly irritating that way." A blond young man in simple clothes says as he stops by with a cart of his own. He leans on the cart and grins as he thinks. "Honestly, thinking on it, only their grandmother isn't annoying. Things I've dealt with so far in crude but so far are not limited to: hazing, being shot at, pranked, having my pants cursed, having my pants cursed by Taron, several schemes to get grandchildren, shot at again, the misfortune of asking the wrong Sunwake to boil water, and...." He pauses to think of just one last thing. "Oh, yeah. The most nerve wracking cup of tea I've ever had."
"How's life treating you, Annie? Tare sent me down here to get more food. He wants to wants to watch some old vids and chill out for a bit, so we needed supplies."
"Ooh...possibilities....and here I was just planning on turning the third floor showers into a snowstorm.....but now that snakes and tigers are on the table, well...that changes everything," she said happily as she contemplates the best way to make use of the available resources.
"Oh, great...she doesn't need any help with ideas..." he says to Rakki, following Janie out.
"It's true, she's incredibly irritating that way." A blond young man in simple clothes says as he stops by with a cart of his own. He leans on the cart and grins as he thinks. "Honestly, thinking on it, only their grandmother isn't annoying. Things I've dealt with so far in crude but so far are not limited to: hazing, being shot at, pranked, having my pants cursed, having my pants cursed by Taron, several schemes to get grandchildren, shot at again, the misfortune of asking the wrong Sunwake to boil water, and...." He pauses to think of just one last thing. "Oh, yeah. The most nerve wracking cup of tea I've ever had."
"How's life treating you, Annie? Tare sent me down here to get more food. He wants to wants to watch some old vids and chill out for a bit, so we needed supplies."
"Hey, Kam," she said, only rolling her eyes a little at his use of her new nickname. "Well, I decided to come back to school, so that's something. It's weird being a year behind everyone, but hiding out wasn't making it less weird. Jasper helped me figure out what classes to sign up for...oh, uh....have you guys already met? Jasper this is Kam, my brother-in-law. Kam, this is Jasper," she said before once more shoveling enchiladas into her mouth.
Finishes up his dinner, and checks out a skimmer to take to Kuros. He arrives at the factory and goes to find Jiminy.
"Ghalen Kiln, reporting as ordered." he says with a smirk.
Jiminy is in the middle of cleaning up the mess that he's made of the R&D department, clipping the important pieces of paper to a bulletin board for collecting ideas. Papers were tacked up at least ten deep all over the board. "Hey," he said, distracted. "You know, what I really need is one of those displays like what mom uses," he says half to himself. "Before we actually drown in paperwork."
"Oh. Uh, yeah, right. Training. Fei's already here, but I sent him on an errand cause we're having some technical problems at one of the factories. He should be back soon. We should probably go meet the others at the hangar. At least I assume that's where they'll be since that's where our firebird friends always go first so they can drool over the mechs," he said with a grin, once more absentmindedly messing up his hair.
"Alright, then. I'm anxious to see these marvels of science. I'd heard about the encounter with the life pod that was fired upon by one of the craft. Interested to see them up close." He notices the nervous habit, but says nothing.
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"Uugh I knew I should have gone with you or put more weapons on the suit it something uugh"
...sic... strange robot like creatures that wanted to escape the rift. ...sic...Tryko'Sam's eyes go wide at the mention of 'strange robot like creatures' and starts to breath oddly-- anyone with any sense of basic physiology and psychology would grasp that he's having a minor panic attack.
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Under his quickly hyperventilating voice, he horsely utters, "... no ... no nonooonono..." This is quickly followed by a grasping of his head and doubling over, sounding as if he's holding in whatever lack of food he didn't eat earlier, and the fetal curling up-- seeking darkness.
He lays there on the ground whimpering and going quiet, eyes shut, some tears spilling down his charismatic features, clearly a shattered young humanoid at this point.
Attempts to stir him won't be immediately returned, ignoring even the physical.
"dude what's wrong with you?" He looks to Hermes and says deadpan "he appears to be broken. "
"Much obliged, kid. And anything youse can do for Mr. Threon would be appreciated. He needs help, no doubt about that. But so do lots of other people. What the whole town needs is more healers of that sort. Well, of any sort for that matter. Might want to bring that up with the boss," he said before his attention was drawn to a piece of shrieking machinery.
"Oy! Youse over there, stop the machine! The belt's caught again!" he bellowed, jumping down from the crate and running over to deal with the crisis.
"" Fei calls out after the rapidly departing halfling as he steps off the floor and out of the flow of 'traffic'.
He makes his way to an interface terminal, and he asks his neural lace to start running diagnostics on Assembly 1's power systems for the past month. He also runs a parallel diagnostic to get a comparison of materials received versus on-hand as of today in order to see what has been legitimately used...and what is actually missing.
With those two tasks started, the young monk heads back to Research and Development to discuss the potential medical care issues in Kuros with James...
...sic... strange robot like creatures that wanted to escape the rift. ...sic...Tryko'Sam's eyes go wide at the mention of 'strange robot like creatures' and starts to breath oddly-- anyone with any sense of basic physiology and psychology would grasp that he's having a minor panic attack.
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Under his quickly hyperventilating voice, he horsely utters, "... no ... no nonooonono..." This is quickly followed by a grasping of his head and doubling over, sounding as if he's holding in whatever lack of food he didn't eat earlier, and the fetal curling up-- seeking darkness.
He lays there on the ground whimpering and going quiet, eyes shut, some tears spilling down his charismatic features, clearly a shattered young humanoid at this point.
Attempts to stir him won't be immediately returned, ignoring even the physical.
Mel looks on in confusion, Hey, Sam, you alright? she goes over and shakes him hoping to snap him out of it, don't worry they didn't get out. You know about them? Susan told me about them but I didn't include any more info in this Sim program. you'll have to ask the real Mel when she gets back.