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tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm
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[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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...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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It sounds interesting. If you wouldn't mind sharing your notes, I'd be curious to see how to apply them in to the transmitter.
[as for the concentration...]
The programming is enough to keep it going, even with an attention split. They can multi-task exceedingly well.
[......perhaps too well, at times]
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[Which is all perfectly true, but also gives Tony an excuse to hold back what he does know. He's had someone feign interest in his science before in order to use him, and that resulted in all his friends becoming mind-control guinea pigs. And he's had someone hack into Extremis before, which nearly killed him.
He's a little less trusting now than he used to be.]
That's good programming, then. [He's still genuinely interested in the microbots - plus, keeping Callaghan talking about them will hopefully deflect some of his interest in Extremis.] Yours?
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I'm afraid I can't claim that much, though the magnetic servos are mine. I would have liked to do some collaboration with their programmer, but that's a bit beyond my hands at this point.
[funny how that happens. but he'll certainly try to push the subject on to something else, if neither are willing to show more of their hand...]
How about your armor? Does that - Extremis - of yours control it as well, or do you have another way of piloting?
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The armor runs Extremis now, but I went through several generations of neural interfaces before that. All my suits still have a standard neural chip in them, though. Otherwise no one else would be able to pilot them. Only I've got Extremis.
[Something else New Guy doesn't need to know, at least not yet: this suit is the only exception. Tony had cannibalized the neural chip last year, and Extremis is now the only way to operate it.]
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Callaghan may have a decent opinion of himself, but Mister Stark is already proving impressive. still, he grows a bit serious, arching his brow as he gives Tony a meaningful look]
I won't ask your safeguards, but it sounds like there's a number of ways all of that could be exploited. I can't say I particularly like having everything reliant on a single system, even if that system is...
[he reaches up to tap the side of his head. the lesson of how vulnerable he is without the microbots is still a very fresh, and very vivid one. the thought of needing to get Tony on his side in case there /was/ a threat like that, at least long enough to hear him out and not automatically turn on him...]
I may be a little paranoid, but things don't always go as planned. I trust you've accounted for that.
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But I've done everything I can to make the system secure. The only people who've ever been able to get into it are Malicant and Aya. Malicant's dead, and Aya's the one who helped me put the encryptions in. Also she's a hyper-advanced AI made of pure energy, so she has some unique advantages.
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She's what?
[hold the phone this is about as astonishing as the whole mention of 'magic' okay]
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[please just. just get the rest of his shock over with. pls.]
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that small part of him may be best visualized as with its face in his hands and crying quietly while the rest attempts to brave through it all because god damn it, he literally asked for all of that, and unless this is some sort of twisted joke...]
Am I going to worry about having to be the one shot because someone got bored?
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