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irishthor[Action; Early morning - Locked to Katara.]
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.
unetrustworthy[Midii knew tensions were high right then, with the increase in thefts and the rising tensions. But she was beginning to think, with only sporadic grace periods in between, there would always be tension. Uncertainty. Like and Endless Waltz back and forth between War, Peace, and that unknown middle ground straddling the line between the two. Three steps in cyclical succession.]
[It was that thought that finally helped make up her mind about broadcasting. An idea that had first come to her weeks ago, and that had yet to wane. A surefire sign that she was ready to make her mind known publicly.]
I was wondering...
[It had been so long that her first words came out soft and hesitant. Nervous. Her thoughts weren't helpful at all to the current predicament(s) at hand.]
There are some of us left who still have a connection to the baby turtles. [No matter their current size, she would always think of them as the babies.] I know mine never fully went away. I can still sense Riva, even faintly. It makes sense that others can too.
What if...we all tried to reach out to them together?
I mean, I doubt we'd want them to come back if the current rumours are true. Not after what happened the last time. But...it would be nice to find out how they're doing.
[And then, before the signal comes out, one last statement. So soft, it was as if she were speaking to herself:]
I just miss her, is all.
[It was that thought that finally helped make up her mind about broadcasting. An idea that had first come to her weeks ago, and that had yet to wane. A surefire sign that she was ready to make her mind known publicly.]
[It had been so long that her first words came out soft and hesitant. Nervous. Her thoughts weren't helpful at all to the current predicament(s) at hand.]
There are some of us left who still have a connection to the baby turtles. [No matter their current size, she would always think of them as the babies.] I know mine never fully went away. I can still sense Riva, even faintly. It makes sense that others can too.
What if...we all tried to reach out to them together?
I mean, I doubt we'd want them to come back if the current rumours are true. Not after what happened the last time. But...it would be nice to find out how they're doing.
[And then, before the signal comes out, one last statement. So soft, it was as if she were speaking to herself:]
I just miss her, is all.
[handset] audio;
May 14th, 2015 14:20forgediron[On the same day but sometime after this post, every Foreigner's radio crackles.]
The Dust-snorting sacks of garbage are led by Daseng. He's mine to kill. Protect your own, but get out of my way.
The Dust-snorting sacks of garbage are led by Daseng. He's mine to kill. Protect your own, but get out of my way.
[Console] Video
May 13th, 2015 13:48redlightgreenlight[Her emotions linger somewhere between worried and pissed off and this is clearly visible on her face. as the camera focuses on her. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep the red from bleeding into her eyes, but if one looks closely, they will be able to see that her normal emerald green eyes are slightly more brown in color as they are stuck somewhere between the two colors.]
It seems that not all of Malicant's influence is gone from Tu Vishan. [she takes a deep breath] I spoke with someone who claimed to be one of his worshipers. Now I know that claiming to be one and actually being one are two different things, but I spoke with this person after they attempted to steal a soul gem.
[She presses her fingers to her forehead and closes her eyes, as if trying to warn off a headache]
For those of you who remember the cultists, you know how dangerous they were. [she lowers her hand and opens her eyes, which have returned to their emerald state] This person claimed that 'her people' made a deal with 'someone in this very city'. She also warned that they 'haven't forgotten Malicant' and that we foreigners would 'pay for killing him.' Either the cultists are connected with the muggings, or someone wants us to believe that they are. Either way, someone is using Malicant's name to gather power.
[another breath]
This, paired with other recent events, leads me to believe that it is not the Chihuelans that are responsible for the muggings. Something else is going on here.
It seems that not all of Malicant's influence is gone from Tu Vishan. [she takes a deep breath] I spoke with someone who claimed to be one of his worshipers. Now I know that claiming to be one and actually being one are two different things, but I spoke with this person after they attempted to steal a soul gem.
[She presses her fingers to her forehead and closes her eyes, as if trying to warn off a headache]
For those of you who remember the cultists, you know how dangerous they were. [she lowers her hand and opens her eyes, which have returned to their emerald state] This person claimed that 'her people' made a deal with 'someone in this very city'. She also warned that they 'haven't forgotten Malicant' and that we foreigners would 'pay for killing him.' Either the cultists are connected with the muggings, or someone wants us to believe that they are. Either way, someone is using Malicant's name to gather power.
[another breath]
This, paired with other recent events, leads me to believe that it is not the Chihuelans that are responsible for the muggings. Something else is going on here.
stonebird(Alayne looks conflicted. She scrunches her skirt in her hands, her fingers moving restlessly.)
I pray everyone is safe. I wish I were...braver. But if there is a need for someone to watch over those injured, I am volunteering.
(She is still the sort to run away from danger rather than confront it.)
Did anyone determine the cause for the destruction? Are we...
( ...going to war? No, once she says those words, bad luck will follow her like an unshakeable shadow.)
I know how to clean wounds and see that they heal properly.
I pray everyone is safe. I wish I were...braver. But if there is a need for someone to watch over those injured, I am volunteering.
(She is still the sort to run away from danger rather than confront it.)
Did anyone determine the cause for the destruction? Are we...
( ...going to war? No, once she says those words, bad luck will follow her like an unshakeable shadow.)
I know how to clean wounds and see that they heal properly.
[console] audio;
May 5th, 2015 17:52ironwood[ The broadcast starts in a blast of static undercut by a hollow sort of roar. It cuts in and out, wavering wildly, half there and half not. The speaker is a woman, but it’s difficult to tell at first through the static. ]
--dustries, come in! We’re--
[ A wave of static, and when the voice comes back on, she’s gasping. ]
--loodin--
--quest evacuat--
--doors are sealed, but we’re not waterproof, we can--
Stark Industries, I repeat, we need immedia--
--idge up on the mountain. Don’t follow the vall--
[ The broadcast cuts off. ]
--dustries, come in! We’re--
[ A wave of static, and when the voice comes back on, she’s gasping. ]
--loodin--
--quest evacuat--
--doors are sealed, but we’re not waterproof, we can--
Stark Industries, I repeat, we need immedia--
--idge up on the mountain. Don’t follow the vall--
[ The broadcast cuts off. ]
merbSo when the information on this place said that people you know could appear... and then disappear... without warning? There could have been a subsection about it only lasting two weeks.
[ A silence, just a shade longer than a subject change would have necessitated. ]
What kinds of metals are commonly used in your worlds? I'm having some trouble finding comparable materials.
[ A silence, just a shade longer than a subject change would have necessitated. ]
What kinds of metals are commonly used in your worlds? I'm having some trouble finding comparable materials.
merb[ Stork is using the Hotel's console for this broadcast, moving back a little from the screen so that the table in front of him is visible as well. On it are two blue crystals of a similar shade, each about the size of a golf ball. For anyone to whom he's talked about the crystals of his homeworld before, these will definitely match that description. It seems that he's gotten hold of some in Keeliai, and didn't waste any time in working with them. ]
There's a good reason we use crystals as the main power source in Atmos. These ones here are called "Floaters"-- I'm sure you can guess what they're going to do.
[ He produces a third crystal into view, this one a silvery pale colour and a little larger than the others, shaped like an elongated rhombus. He doesn't name this one, but as he holds it over the two Floaters, they begin to vibrate on the table. After a moment, they rise into the air, levitating. Stork touches one of the Floaters with one end of the silver crystal, and the other Floater with the opposite end, and the two begin to rotate one another on a horizontal plane. They spin faster, but keep to the same orbit.
All seems to be going well, except the blue Floaters keep increasing in speed. The orbit develops a bit of a wobble, and the merb's pleased expression melts into one that is clearly uh-oh. A second later, one of the Floaters goes supersonic and zooms out of the rotation, narrowly missing Stork by inches -- who yelps a "Yleeep!" and ducks off screen -- and embedding itself in the opposite wall of the lobby -- Sorry, Anton. The other Floater simply falls to the table and bounces away, and a moment later, long ears followed by a sheepish green face, peer up from the table's edge.
Ahem. Still working on getting the harmonization calibrator up to spec. I should have all the bugs worked out soon.
--
[OOC: Open to action at the Midnight Hotel's lobby too! ]
There's a good reason we use crystals as the main power source in Atmos. These ones here are called "Floaters"-- I'm sure you can guess what they're going to do.
[ He produces a third crystal into view, this one a silvery pale colour and a little larger than the others, shaped like an elongated rhombus. He doesn't name this one, but as he holds it over the two Floaters, they begin to vibrate on the table. After a moment, they rise into the air, levitating. Stork touches one of the Floaters with one end of the silver crystal, and the other Floater with the opposite end, and the two begin to rotate one another on a horizontal plane. They spin faster, but keep to the same orbit.
All seems to be going well, except the blue Floaters keep increasing in speed. The orbit develops a bit of a wobble, and the merb's pleased expression melts into one that is clearly uh-oh. A second later, one of the Floaters goes supersonic and zooms out of the rotation, narrowly missing Stork by inches -- who yelps a "Yleeep!" and ducks off screen -- and embedding itself in the opposite wall of the lobby -- Sorry, Anton. The other Floater simply falls to the table and bounces away, and a moment later, long ears followed by a sheepish green face, peer up from the table's edge.
Ahem. Still working on getting the harmonization calibrator up to spec. I should have all the bugs worked out soon.
--
[OOC: Open to action at the Midnight Hotel's lobby too! ]
[Console] video;
April 12th, 2015 07:15skeletonenigma[Video;]
[The magical disguise Skulduggery uses generates different features every time he uses it, with the result that no one will recognise his face when he turns the console on. The skin's a little waxy and he doesn't seem to blink, but apart from those minor details, he looks normal. Only his voice, smooth and Irish, is the same as it usually is. A little jarring for those who know him best as a living skeleton.
Because of that, a brief introduction seems appropriate.]
My name is Skulduggery Pleasant. I'm a freelance detective.
[The 'freelance' part is important, since the whole point of using video is to make it clear he doesn't work for the Snakes - or anyone else.]
I'd appreciate any information anyone might have on attempted thefts of the soul jewelry. This is a request extended to everyone in the city; I don't think the kedan are organising an attack on Foreigners any more than I think Foreigners are organising an attack on them, and I don't much care about whether a witness can shapeshift or not. Or a victim, for that matter.
[There's always the possibility kedan have been mugged in the same strange conflicting style, but are too scared to come forward.]
The network isn't secure, so if you'd be more comfortable talking face to face, I'm happy to arrange that. You can leave a message for me with Anton Shudder at the Midnight Hotel - he'll make sure I'm the only one who hears it.
Thank you for your help.
[And the feed clicks off. Most, if not all, of his responses to this post will be audio, and will be made from consoles in cafes around the city - leaving the Hotel console free for anyone else to use.]
~~
[Audio;]
[Sent directly to Midii's inbox.]
Anton's now running an informal census at the Hotel. I can't guarantee it'll find everyone, but it should give us a much better idea of how many Foreigners we have, and hopefully how spread out we are.
[Sent directly to Wan's inbox.]
Some of the students at the university are talking about water levels being higher than they'd expect. Have you noticed anything like that?
[The magical disguise Skulduggery uses generates different features every time he uses it, with the result that no one will recognise his face when he turns the console on. The skin's a little waxy and he doesn't seem to blink, but apart from those minor details, he looks normal. Only his voice, smooth and Irish, is the same as it usually is. A little jarring for those who know him best as a living skeleton.
Because of that, a brief introduction seems appropriate.]
My name is Skulduggery Pleasant. I'm a freelance detective.
[The 'freelance' part is important, since the whole point of using video is to make it clear he doesn't work for the Snakes - or anyone else.]
I'd appreciate any information anyone might have on attempted thefts of the soul jewelry. This is a request extended to everyone in the city; I don't think the kedan are organising an attack on Foreigners any more than I think Foreigners are organising an attack on them, and I don't much care about whether a witness can shapeshift or not. Or a victim, for that matter.
[There's always the possibility kedan have been mugged in the same strange conflicting style, but are too scared to come forward.]
The network isn't secure, so if you'd be more comfortable talking face to face, I'm happy to arrange that. You can leave a message for me with Anton Shudder at the Midnight Hotel - he'll make sure I'm the only one who hears it.
Thank you for your help.
[And the feed clicks off. Most, if not all, of his responses to this post will be audio, and will be made from consoles in cafes around the city - leaving the Hotel console free for anyone else to use.]
~~
[Audio;]
[Sent directly to Midii's inbox.]
Anton's now running an informal census at the Hotel. I can't guarantee it'll find everyone, but it should give us a much better idea of how many Foreigners we have, and hopefully how spread out we are.
[Sent directly to Wan's inbox.]
Some of the students at the university are talking about water levels being higher than they'd expect. Have you noticed anything like that?
stonebird(Despite using the console in the Hotel's lobby, Alayne has made herself as comfortable as she would be in her room. She is sitting at a table with pieces of paper placed around her. Three drawings are easily visible: one is a large wolf, another is an equally large hound with a deformed (or injured) face and the last is a bird in a cage. She moves her pencil over the sketch of the bird, adding shadows.)
Choose an animal for yourself. Then think of the animal others would choose for you.
Are they the same?
(She switches to the sketch of the wolf, adding shading there - particularly around its neck.)
If not, why?
(Also, thanks to her lacking her hair dye, the whole of Tu Shanshu can now see that her hair is auburn.)
Choose an animal for yourself. Then think of the animal others would choose for you.
Are they the same?
(She switches to the sketch of the wolf, adding shading there - particularly around its neck.)
If not, why?
(Also, thanks to her lacking her hair dye, the whole of Tu Shanshu can now see that her hair is auburn.)
[CONSOLE] video;
April 10th, 2015 11:54forgediron[Zanru looks irritable. This is nothing new. She also looks tired, and that makes the irritability worse. Whoever has been going around the city is focussing enough on Metal Sector that they've lost a bit of revenue and held up a few projects owing to, oh, vital components being filched.]
Right, listen up. Someone's been haunting the city, stealing things and leaving people bloodied. There's been rumours spreading, so let's clear some of it up.
Fact A: Yes, I know the perpetrator can use something that looks a lot like shadows. No, that does not mean the Old Nightmare is back. Think big, people. He wasn't so small-minded as this.
Fact A-dot-1: No, it isn't that Foreigner bloke who throws shadows about either. He's laid up and can't be in two places at once.
Fact B: The perpetrator can probably shapeshift and is probably not made of metal. Stop blaming the Foreigners for every petty thing, it makes us look bad. No matter how idiotic they can be.
Now, I don't care if people moonlight as a damned roof-hopper. What I do care about is knowing whether this person is involved in the crimes, stopping them, or just generally trying to build up some kind of morale game. Whatever the case, it's stupid and it's pissing me off.
The only competent investigators we've got left are Foreigners, so this is over to you: Get me the idiot who's playing up. I'm available on this broadcast for the next hour for questions and contracts. Anything after that I'll pick up as I've got time.
[ooc: Related to this plot here, but will not progress at any point beyond what Callaghan's mun stipulates. This is not an NPC plot, just NPCs reacting to things that happen.]
Right, listen up. Someone's been haunting the city, stealing things and leaving people bloodied. There's been rumours spreading, so let's clear some of it up.
Fact A: Yes, I know the perpetrator can use something that looks a lot like shadows. No, that does not mean the Old Nightmare is back. Think big, people. He wasn't so small-minded as this.
Fact A-dot-1: No, it isn't that Foreigner bloke who throws shadows about either. He's laid up and can't be in two places at once.
Fact B: The perpetrator can probably shapeshift and is probably not made of metal. Stop blaming the Foreigners for every petty thing, it makes us look bad. No matter how idiotic they can be.
Now, I don't care if people moonlight as a damned roof-hopper. What I do care about is knowing whether this person is involved in the crimes, stopping them, or just generally trying to build up some kind of morale game. Whatever the case, it's stupid and it's pissing me off.
The only competent investigators we've got left are Foreigners, so this is over to you: Get me the idiot who's playing up. I'm available on this broadcast for the next hour for questions and contracts. Anything after that I'll pick up as I've got time.
[ooc: Related to this plot here, but will not progress at any point beyond what Callaghan's mun stipulates. This is not an NPC plot, just NPCs reacting to things that happen.]
017 ✤ audio
April 8th, 2015 12:55akito( hotel action ♫ )
...I think someone might have blackmailed some kedan to steal my soul gem from me. I scared them off so they didn't actually take it, but... Be careful when you go out, and try not to travel alone.
[ he sounds more confused than bothered by this. but with that aside- ]
Um, if there are any people competent in first aid in the Midnight Hotel... Ah... If they could please come to the lobby it would be appreciated!
[ he'll clean up all the blood afterwards, Anton! he promises! ): ]
...I think someone might have blackmailed some kedan to steal my soul gem from me. I scared them off so they didn't actually take it, but... Be careful when you go out, and try not to travel alone.
[ he sounds more confused than bothered by this. but with that aside- ]
Um, if there are any people competent in first aid in the Midnight Hotel... Ah... If they could please come to the lobby it would be appreciated!
[ he'll clean up all the blood afterwards, Anton! he promises! ): ]
001~Video~Greetings~
April 1st, 2015 18:26phoenixstrut[The screen buzzes to life to show her a young woman with bright, warm gaze waiting for the proper moment to speak. When she does decide that the camera is on and operational, she smiles brightly, if a little wearily, and gives her greeting in a gentle but confident voice.]
Hello… I’m Dove, and I’ve just gotten here. I’m not really sure why I’m here, but I was told that was kind of the norm for ‘foreigners’. I expect it’s fairly common for us newfeathers to be a little confused… I mean, really, who would have ever dreamed of a turtle big enough to live on? It’s...a little unsettling.
[She looks down a moment, as if trying to decide what all she should say, then tilts her head the slightest bit at the camera while she sweeps her hair off of her neck to settle between where her wings would be if they were out. It’s obvious she’s comfortable being filmed, but she’s a little lost as to what she should say.]
I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do here, [she admits, now rubbing her arm.] but I’d like to help out in any way I can. And honestly… [A pause, before she laughs softly and looks directly at the camera again.] I’d really just like to get to know some of you. [She has no problem asking to make new friends. Maybe it’ll help her figure out why exactly she was brought here.] So... if anyone wants to show me around, that would be great. Or... just hang out!
Hello… I’m Dove, and I’ve just gotten here. I’m not really sure why I’m here, but I was told that was kind of the norm for ‘foreigners’. I expect it’s fairly common for us newfeathers to be a little confused… I mean, really, who would have ever dreamed of a turtle big enough to live on? It’s...a little unsettling.
[She looks down a moment, as if trying to decide what all she should say, then tilts her head the slightest bit at the camera while she sweeps her hair off of her neck to settle between where her wings would be if they were out. It’s obvious she’s comfortable being filmed, but she’s a little lost as to what she should say.]
I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do here, [she admits, now rubbing her arm.] but I’d like to help out in any way I can. And honestly… [A pause, before she laughs softly and looks directly at the camera again.] I’d really just like to get to know some of you. [She has no problem asking to make new friends. Maybe it’ll help her figure out why exactly she was brought here.] So... if anyone wants to show me around, that would be great. Or... just hang out!
irishthor[The feed flickers on to show an up-close view of a man's torso, wearing a dark-coloured jacket and plenty of straps.]
Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.
[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]
You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.
[A pause.]
Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.
[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]
This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?
((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))
Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.
[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]
You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.
[A pause.]
Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.
[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]
This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?
((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))
kreitech[The man in the video is blond and good looking, and thanks to an impromptu shopping trip with Akito he's dressed like a local already. As the video starts up he's muttering something about "backwater" before he settles down and addresses the network.]
Ah, hello. My name is Alistair Krei, though... I don't suppose that means much to most of you out there, does it?
[He frowns for a moment, then shakes his head]
Anyway, I'm looking for some information on the technology here. I had a tablet with me when I arrived, but I don't know enough about the consoles or the rest of the tech here to know if it's possible to interface with them successfully. That said, I'm sure someone's already looked into this--without me having to risk frying my own computer to test it. Anything about the consoles or the general level of technology, or the work being done on them, would be appreciated. For reference, I run a technology company back in San Fransokyo and my own degree is in computer engineering.
Thank you.
[He reaches over to switch off the feed, then pauses.]
Oh, and if anyone here knows how to make a latte, you might just be my new best friend.
Ah, hello. My name is Alistair Krei, though... I don't suppose that means much to most of you out there, does it?
[He frowns for a moment, then shakes his head]
Anyway, I'm looking for some information on the technology here. I had a tablet with me when I arrived, but I don't know enough about the consoles or the rest of the tech here to know if it's possible to interface with them successfully. That said, I'm sure someone's already looked into this--without me having to risk frying my own computer to test it. Anything about the consoles or the general level of technology, or the work being done on them, would be appreciated. For reference, I run a technology company back in San Fransokyo and my own degree is in computer engineering.
Thank you.
[He reaches over to switch off the feed, then pauses.]
Oh, and if anyone here knows how to make a latte, you might just be my new best friend.
anewangle[The young man on screen looks to be in his early twenties, with dark hair poking out from underneath an old baseball cap. He's got kind of a nerd chic thing going. Or maybe an "I'm-a-college-kid-and-I-think-"formal"-means-putting-a-blazer-on-over-my-normal-clothes" thing. Either way, he doesn't stay silent for long. He got the whole newbie spiel already, from the welcome center and from a certain familiar face. City on the back of a giant turtle, less-than-friendly locals, weird soul jewelry... it's all pretty hard to swallow, but since his brain has so far refused to wake up and prove that this is all some sort of bizarre dream, he might as well give the consoles a try. Gauge the current level of tech around here, and maybe inquire after some pretty important information that the welcoming committee couldn't help him with.]
Uh... hi! My name is Tadashi Hamada, and I arrived pretty recently. That's probably pretty obvious, though...
[Focus, Tadashi. Stay on track. He smiles awkwardly, reaching up to tug briefly at the brim of his hat before forcing that hand back down and straightening up in his seat a little.]
I was actually wondering if there's anyone else here from San Fransokyo? You see, I'm looking for my brother. His name is Hiro. He's fourteen years old, about five feet tall, messy black hair? Usually wearing shorts and a hoodie? He was with me before, but I haven't seen him at all since I woke up here and I was wondering- [Wondering if something happened to him. Wondering if maybe his baby brother didn't make the jump between worlds with him. Worrying what that could mean and if this is all actually for real and time really does stop in his world...] Well, if anyone spots a kid that matches that description, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know.
[Have another smile, friends, thought a bit less awkward than before.] I guess that's all for now.
Uh... hi! My name is Tadashi Hamada, and I arrived pretty recently. That's probably pretty obvious, though...
[Focus, Tadashi. Stay on track. He smiles awkwardly, reaching up to tug briefly at the brim of his hat before forcing that hand back down and straightening up in his seat a little.]
I was actually wondering if there's anyone else here from San Fransokyo? You see, I'm looking for my brother. His name is Hiro. He's fourteen years old, about five feet tall, messy black hair? Usually wearing shorts and a hoodie? He was with me before, but I haven't seen him at all since I woke up here and I was wondering- [Wondering if something happened to him. Wondering if maybe his baby brother didn't make the jump between worlds with him. Worrying what that could mean and if this is all actually for real and time really does stop in his world...] Well, if anyone spots a kid that matches that description, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know.
[Have another smile, friends, thought a bit less awkward than before.] I guess that's all for now.
[HANDSET; AUDIO]
March 15th, 2015 21:13unetrustworthy[Midii very rarely used the Handset. In fact, she very rarely spoke out in public at all; her preference for conversation was usually face-to-face.]
[But a certain conversation the previous month was still weighing heavily in her mind, and with all this construction going on around the palace--she had seen it in passing several times in the last few weeks while running her delivery jobs--curiosity got the better of her. A single question she eventually couldn't help asking:]
What does everyone think of the Midnight Hotel?
[Overgeneralized for a reason. There were so many different opinions to take into account, and she wanted to hear them all.]
I know that there's work being done on the--[But she was cut off by a sudden bout of coughing. Dry, mainly, and lasting only a few seconds, though the subsequent clearing of her throat and audible sigh indicated this wasn't the first time she'd coughed like that today.]--sorry. Like I was saying...um...
[What was I saying again?]
...right. The Palace.
I wanted to know what made it so special, compared to the Hotel.
[But a certain conversation the previous month was still weighing heavily in her mind, and with all this construction going on around the palace--she had seen it in passing several times in the last few weeks while running her delivery jobs--curiosity got the better of her. A single question she eventually couldn't help asking:]
What does everyone think of the Midnight Hotel?
[Overgeneralized for a reason. There were so many different opinions to take into account, and she wanted to hear them all.]
I know that there's work being done on the--[But she was cut off by a sudden bout of coughing. Dry, mainly, and lasting only a few seconds, though the subsequent clearing of her throat and audible sigh indicated this wasn't the first time she'd coughed like that today.]--sorry. Like I was saying...um...
[What was I saying again?]
...right. The Palace.
I wanted to know what made it so special, compared to the Hotel.
gistfulI may have discovered a clue as to the purpose of the symbols I believe many of you are investigating.
For the sake of context: The Midnight Hotel ran out of coffee-beans some time ago. At the beginning of the month, I found some coffee-beans unexpectedly in the Hotel's pantry. For the sake of caution I did not bring them to the attention of the patrons, particularly since the beans have been disappearing overnight and reappearing again by evening over the course of the last week. They seem to be regular beans, in spite of their vanishing abilities.
This morning, the coffee-beans from yesterday are still there. It's the first time they have remained in existence overnight.
The message I received in my inbox at the beginning of the month was accompanied by an orange hexagon.
[Pause.]
Incidentally, we now have a self-filling jar of coffee-beans available for public use in the Hotel's kitchen.
For the sake of context: The Midnight Hotel ran out of coffee-beans some time ago. At the beginning of the month, I found some coffee-beans unexpectedly in the Hotel's pantry. For the sake of caution I did not bring them to the attention of the patrons, particularly since the beans have been disappearing overnight and reappearing again by evening over the course of the last week. They seem to be regular beans, in spite of their vanishing abilities.
This morning, the coffee-beans from yesterday are still there. It's the first time they have remained in existence overnight.
The message I received in my inbox at the beginning of the month was accompanied by an orange hexagon.
[Pause.]
Incidentally, we now have a self-filling jar of coffee-beans available for public use in the Hotel's kitchen.
[CONSOLE]: VIDEO
March 4th, 2015 21:07backwordscompatible[She wasn't paranoid.]
[...but she was interested. Also experiencing a strange sense of not-quite deja vu. It had been a while--more than a year, including time spent Dreaming--but she still remembered the days when she would have received telepathic visitors into her mind. First, Asti. Then the babies. Granted, the latest mystery message had been a text. But that just made things even stranger: no voice to tie the source back to.]
[She definitely wan't paranoid. Yet. Which was why she made the decision to go public, putting on a smile for her first Network appearance in some time. Like this was meant to be nothing more than a game.]
For the record? The person who sent me that cute little Scavenger Hunt message--
[And it had taken a long, hard period of consideration before opting for that particular phrase. On the off chance anybody else had received a similar message recently, they might see through it. On the slightly more probable chance one of the locals was listening in, they'd think this was nothing more than some Foreign custom.]
--you get points for creativity. And vocabulary.
But if I'm going to be color-hopping my way through the sectors, there better be a nice reward at the end. Maybe not diamonds, but...something to make all that effort worth it, you know?
Also, next time? Try signing it so I know who to thank personally.
[...but she was interested. Also experiencing a strange sense of not-quite deja vu. It had been a while--more than a year, including time spent Dreaming--but she still remembered the days when she would have received telepathic visitors into her mind. First, Asti. Then the babies. Granted, the latest mystery message had been a text. But that just made things even stranger: no voice to tie the source back to.]
[She definitely wan't paranoid. Yet. Which was why she made the decision to go public, putting on a smile for her first Network appearance in some time. Like this was meant to be nothing more than a game.]
For the record? The person who sent me that cute little Scavenger Hunt message--
[And it had taken a long, hard period of consideration before opting for that particular phrase. On the off chance anybody else had received a similar message recently, they might see through it. On the slightly more probable chance one of the locals was listening in, they'd think this was nothing more than some Foreign custom.]
--you get points for creativity. And vocabulary.
But if I'm going to be color-hopping my way through the sectors, there better be a nice reward at the end. Maybe not diamonds, but...something to make all that effort worth it, you know?
Also, next time? Try signing it so I know who to thank personally.