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tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm
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Entry tags:
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- thread: cain (jacob kane),
- thread: china sorrows,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: raine sage,
- thread: skulduggery pleasant,
- thread: solomon wreath,
- thread: valdis,
- † akito wanijima,
- † dante,
- † donatello (2003),
- † iroh,
- † jack frost,
- † ryou bakura,
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- † sonja,
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- † thread: enjolras,
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- † zelgadis greywords,
- † zuko
[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER
Characters: ALL!
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.
It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.
Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.
Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.
Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.
It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.
Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.
Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.
Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
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[he looks just about the age to join the student showcase. but if this is the kind of thing he designs, he'd be as much a shoe-in as Hiro was.
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he makes the conscious decision not to think about Hiro for the moment. or his other students.]
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You 'guess'?
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[...Yeah. It's weird.]
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what.]
I would ask if this is some kind of joke, but I'm still not convinced I'm not actually dead.
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No joke. You get used to weird magic bullshit pretty quickly. It's frustrating as hell because practically nobody who uses magic can tell you anything scientifically useful about how they do it, and proper analytical instruments? [He makes a scoffing noise. Mass spectrometers and NMR spectrometers and electron microscopes are not so much a thing in Keeliai.] But whatever they're doing clearly works, and all the magic systems follow their own rules. If they didn't call it magic, it'd just be a new weird branch of science, really. It's not that much more bizarre than quantum physics, [he points out with a grin.]
And don't worry, you're not dead. [Pause.] Unless you were dying when you got pulled here, in which case... Sorry about that.
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The last thing I remember is fighting a robot that'd been re-purposed from healthcare to combat, and it coming down to finish me off.
[he gives Tony a considering look]
I thought you were one of the team, at first. [in case Tony had noticed how defensive he'd been.]
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/inserts slight headcanon
[and caffeine. he'll need caffeine.]
But to answer the rest of your question- they're called microbots. [and there's a pause, there, because he's trying to figure out how to phrase this without making the weakness obvious- actually, let's not even. let's let the young man draw his own conclusions] The mask is because I'm a fan of theatre.
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And... good luck. Back home, [Tony adds, with honest sympathy.] Not knowing is rough. [He's been walking in those shoes for a couple months, now.] It gets easier once you start to settle in here. This place is kind of nuts, but it's a lot better than being dead.
[When Callaghan mentions the microbots Tony perks up, happy to shift his focus to a less grim subject.] Microbots, huh? [He peers at older man, and the mask pushed up on his head.] How do you control them? [Zeroing right in. Believe it or not, he can be pretty shrewd, when he's actually trying.]
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...well, if Callaghan can adapt to life after a faked death, he can adapt to a life after a maybe death, as well. even if his newest 'friend' has a mind that is brilliant that he would prefer it not be...]
Can you guess?
[let's make this an exercise, so he can understand what he's dealing with a bit better. the thin smile on Callaghan's face isn't mocking- it's challenging, if anything. and after a thought; he has a thin trail of microbots climb over his form down his arm, in to his hand- and then retreat, leaving him with one in fingers, and he offers it out to Tony for inspection.
that with the little demonstration should be enough, he thinks, for some sort of theory]
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External. Neuralcranialtransmitter that recognizes thought patterns and translates them in to the response program.
[there'll be a tug on the microbot as the magnets increase their strength, trying to get back up with the mass as Callaghan makes a loose gesture ahead, demonstrating by forming- well, it's /roughly/ human-shaped, but there isn't quite enough of them to form a full figure. the result is more of a hollow sculpture than anything.]
'I think what I want them to do- they do it.'
[Hiro's words, but...they work.]
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thank god]. I do more conventional engineering [in the sense that he invents large, very complex individual machines with specific parameters, not in the sense that his work is any less advanced], and I've been moving into nanotech. But it's a really interesting field. Lots of applications.[He narrows his eyes very slightly, and one corner of his mouth twitches up.] So what happens when the 'bots recieve competing signals?
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[...and then he trails off, smile fading a bit]
It's a very narrow frequency- that sort of situation hasn't yet come up.
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As interesting as that discussion would be, at the moment, Tony is really fixated on the microbots. He uses Extremis to find the frequency they receive on, and tries sending them a command. Just a simple one: move towards the source of the signal.]
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it's probably more reflexive than anything, the way he tries to call them back. they tremble, as if uncertain as to which command to follow]
What...?
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Callaghan's obviously trying to regain control, and that triggers Tony's competitive streak. He focuses harder, and sends them a more specific command: to aggregate at 120° angles to each other, to form a three-dimensional hexagonal honeycomb. A nice, stable, geometrically satisfying structure.
He has no idea if it'll override the mask's input, but it'll be fun to try.]
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and then, abruptly, raises a hand as if to smack midair. the result? well, those microbots may be forming a honeycomb- but they've also launched themselves as if they had been smacked, going straight for Tony like some sort of sports ball on target with his face.]
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the neutron flowthe 'bots so that they repel each other instead of attract, hoping to set them scattering before they hit him.]no subject
Nice save.
[he figured something like that would happen, or mister Stark otherwise think of a save, but...now that that's out of the way.]
Mind telling me how you did any of that?
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Yes, he does feel very clever.]It's called Extremis. It's experimental nanotech, and it's basically a neural interface like that [- he points at the mask again -] but in my brain. Not just embedded, but fully integrated into my neuroanatomy. Pretty much anything that's capable of wireless transmission, I can get into.
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nice demonstration of your abilities. he'll be certain to account for it if or when he ever needs to.]And your brain is able to handle that without stress? [he makes another gesture, helping give the microbots some direction to recollect with one another- it'll be a good few seconds, though, seeing as they've completely scattered. but when one hits another hits another hits another- their speed seems to grow exponentially]
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It was susceptible to certain kinds of very advanced attacks, for a while, but I've put heavy-duty encryption on it since then.
[Now that he's gotten to play with the microbots, he starts walking again.]
I'd think you would have more problems than me, since yours isn't integrated. It must take a lot of concentration to keep those little guys behaving.
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