Site 17

Indefinite Hiatus

Indefinite hiatus due to scheduling issues.

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Session 42 - August 29, 2260
Rainbows and Demons

Alasdair

  • Arcane 1
  • Being 1
  • Chemistry 1
  • Constancy 1
  • Control 2
  • Creation 2
  • Detection 2
  • Elemental 3
  • Energy 3
  • Inspiration 1
  • Orienteering 1
  • Salvation 1

Ananda

  • Arcane 3
  • Chemistry 1
  • Control 1
  • Detection 4
  • Energy 1
  • Read Person 1
  • Stealth 2

Em

  • Arcane 1

Serek

  • Arcane 1
  • Chemistry 1
  • Creation 1
  • Detection 3
  • Elemental 1
  • Orienteering 1
  • Stealth 2

180 CDP
Total: 7410

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Session 41 - August 28/29, 2260
Pigmented Darkness

Alasdair

  • Control 1
  • Detection 1
  • Electronics 1
  • Energy 1

Ananda

  • Arcane 1
  • Climb 1
  • Detection 1
  • Elemental 1
  • Insight 1
  • Orienteering 1

Serek

  • Arcane 1
  • Climbing 1
  • Control 2
  • Detection 1
  • Elemental 2

CDP: 170
Total: 7230

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Session 40 - August 28, 2260
Sanity In Freefall

Alasdair

  • Being 1
  • Clarity 1
  • Control 2
  • Creation 2
  • Detection 2
  • Elemental 4
  • Energy 1
  • Salvation 1

Ananda

  • Arcane 3
  • Detection 4
  • Medicine 2

Em

  • Arcane 2
  • Being 2
  • Control 1
  • Creation 1
  • Detection 1
  • Elemental 1
  • Energy 1
  • Insight 2
  • Perform 3

Serek

  • Control 1
  • Detection 2
  • Elemental 1

CDP: 170
Total: 7060

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Session 39 - August 28, 2260
Broken Pillar

Alasdair

  • Being
  • Creation 1
  • Control 1
  • Detection 1
  • Elemental 1
  • Energy 1
  • Inspiration 1
  • Nihilism 1
  • Void 1

Ananda

  • Arcane 1
  • Climbing 1
  • Control 1
  • Creation 1
  • Detection 3
  • Elemental 1
  • Energy 1
  • Orienteering 1
  • Stealth 2
  • Tracking 1

Em

  • Arcane 1
  • Being 1
  • Concentration 1
  • Control 1
  • Defeat Security 2
  • Detection 2
  • Energy 1
  • Insight 1
  • Stealth 1

Serek

  • Arcane 1
  • Climbing 1
  • Detection 4
  • Elemental 2
  • Medicine 2
  • Nihilism 2
  • Stealth 2

CDP: 165
Total: 6890

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Session 38 - August 21, 2260
Beast In A Bottle

Alasdair

  • (ERROR: HOTEL_WIFI_DISCONNECT)

Ananda

  • Arcane 1

Em

  • Arcane 1
  • Concentration 1

Serek

  • Control 1
  • Omega 1

CDP: 150
Total: 6725

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Session 37 - August 21, 2260
Slightly Bigger On The Inside

Alasdair

None

Ananda

  • Detection 2
  • Read Person 1

Em

  • Arcane 1
  • Computer Technology 1
  • Structural Technology 1

Serek

  • Arcane 1
  • Structural Technology 1

CDP: 165
Total: 6575

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Session 36 - August 20, 2260
Hacker God-Mode Enabled

Alasdair

  • Being 4
  • Clarity 1
  • Control 1
  • Detection 5
  • Energy 2
  • Insight 2
  • Inspiration 1
  • Nihilism 1

Ananda

  • Detection 6
  • Energy 1
  • Inspiration 1
  • Performance 1
  • Stealth 3
  • Structural Technology 1

Em

  • Arcane 1
  • Control 1
  • Detection 2
  • Energy 1
  • Tactics 1
  • Stealth 2

Serek

  • Agony 1
  • Arcane 2
  • Detection 5
  • Elemental 1
  • Stealth 3

165 CDP
Total: 6410

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Session 35 - August 20, 2260
Doomsday Coins

Alasdair

  • Being 1
  • Control 1
  • Deliverance 1
  • Detection 3
  • Energy 1
  • Medicine 1

Ananda

  • Arcane 1
  • Biology 2
  • Chemistry 1
  • CompTech 2
  • Detection 5
  • Elemental 1
  • Insight 1
  • Stealth 3

Em

  • Computer Tech 1
  • Control 1
  • Defeat Security 1
  • Detection 2
  • Energy 1
  • Structural Tech 1

170 CDP
Total: 6245

Kassil: ‘kay. Ananda, care to recap?
Ananda: Sure.
Ananda: Last session, we moved north (assuming the map lines up) towards MR-068. Along the way the Site instantiated some choice chemicals for us, and Em & Ananda started having what appear to be personalized hallucinations. MR-068, as fitting for a red zone, seems to be mostly harmless. We’ve inspected the glass(?) cubicles, but decided not to open any of them.
Em: The dauntless party still sombre from its run in with “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream” decides to experiment with being daunted for a while.
Em: I was suggesting we go hunt down the server for the possible shadow network, over in SN67
Ananda: We know where it is, on this level. Let’s finish off the current branch (two more rooms) first.
Kassil: So, then…?
Em: See what else is in this branch and see if anything provokes us back into dauntless mode >_>
Alasdair: ( SM-88-F, I believe is next on the list. )
Ananda starts along the hallway towards SM-88-F (yellow).
Kassil: Ananda moves past the cubicles which contain the pevuliar fog-smoke-like material, and the metallic webbing on her way to the door. Aside from wincing when the smoke crackles with electricity along one side, nothing happens to molest her.
Ananda: (Have we stopped seeing blast doors in the hallways?)
Kassil: Nope. They’re still there, just so ubiquitous that you’re getting used to them.
Alasdair follows at a reasonable distance.
Em follows in her familiar, paranoid wont, paying particular attention to ceilings in case Dark Garfield is real and just selectively droping his ninja stuff.
Kassil: All right, then. You all move along, letting Ananda be the potential bait for any ambush.
Em: (She’d be mad if we deprived her of her adrenaline?)
Ananda: (Yes, yes she would.)
Em: (Unlike Dante, she’s doing this from high self esteem at least :) )
Kassil: The hallway, once you get into it, would look rather worrying if you hadn’t already seen far stranger things in the Site. Both walls and the floor have regular series of deep grooves torn into them, as if something with large claws and a great deal of weight had dragged itself along the passage toward the room you just left.
Kassil: Even the holding frames for the blast doors have been mangled, although none of them seem to have been triggered.
Ananda pauses to give the damage a cursory inspection for traces of anything biological.
Ananda passes on without collecting a sample.
Kassil: The passage itself is nice, straight, and well-illuminated by the roof-mounted lighting strips; it continues a few hundred meter before terminating at another vault-like doorway, this one having apparently been torn off its hinges and then very neatly set to one side. Beyond the entryway, you can all see a modest-sized laboratory, with one wall dominated by what appear to be plexiglass containers.
Em does her best to measure claw marks and any irregularities (or lack of) in them to try and figure out any incongruous details about this massive physical impact.
Kassil: Some are still clearly intact, but others appear to have been smashed into ruins.
Ananda stops at the doorway and looks at the containers. Any pattern to the smashed ones?
Alasdair looks for a smashed container likely large enough to hold the claw-mark-making creature.
Em looks for any signs of oil leaks, incongruous bolts/artifical bits
Kassil: The containers are smashed in a fashion that suggests something large slammed into them. Most of the containers are only large enough to hold, at best, a cubic foot or two.
Alasdair checks the ceiling for anything “unusual”.
Kassil: Alasdair does find something “promising” in the form of a conspicuous gap in the middle of the testing machinery to one side of the room, however, where something seems to have wrenched free.
Alasdair trots over to inspect the suspicious lack of something.
Em smiles slightly and follows Alasdair, wondering if he’s thinking what she’s thinking
Ananda sidles into the room, clearing the doorway in a manner that’s pure habit by now, and gives the lab a more general inspection.
Alasdair looks over his shoulder at Ananda. “I think this was an x-ray spectroscopy machine.”
Ananda looks up from one of the intact containers. “Was, hn? Any sign of the missing chunk?”
Alasdair: “Not that I can see, but who’s to say it didn’t just claw its way out of the room?”
Ananda: “Kf.”
Ananda shrugs and takes inventory of the plexiglass containers, while she’s here.
Em goes back and checks the gouge marks for signs of radioactivity
Kassil: Ananda assembles a list of about fifty peculiar-looking materials, ranging from a translucent green liquid that keeps quivering slightly, through a container almost entirely full of what appears to be white sand, to a container roughly half a cubic meter in volume that apprently got filled with tapioca, if the look of it is any indication.
Kassil: Additionally, the room has a fair bit of fairly mundane lab equipment, and a desk with an installed computer terminal.
Ananda gives the computer a try. Not worth taking samples unless we know what the previous owners thought was unusual about them.
Kassil: Ananda finds that the computer’s owner was, apparently, playing a game of Solitaire.
Kassil: He or she was also apparently /horrible/ at it.
Em: …pcomms "Guys, there’s elevated radioactivity in the path from the machine to the door and along the wall. The decay curve fits nicely with a time range of 120-150 years ago, too. Something either abducted the machine, or it did literally turn into something that can walk away.
Ananda checks her P-Comm when it chirps.
Ananda texts back, [Interesting. Can you check out the lab computer when you’re done out there?]
Alasdair replies, “Let’s hope they didn’t drag it off to a quiet corner to have their way with it.”
Em shakes her head at reality, and goes to investigate the terminal and see if its hooked up to what networks if any (after being very cautious of security of course)
Em: (….Mechaman needed loving in a bad way… >_> )
Kassil: Em manages to get the Solitaire game out of the way and discovers that the computer’s database on the room has been corrupted, aside from a few sequences. It’s fairly similar to the corruption in the last room, matching up with a system repeatedly crashing due to serious errors in the system clock until there’s most gibberish left. She does unearth that the quivering green liquid is apparently ‘self-regenerating soap’, the sand is apparently ‘retrieved from an area of black loam, matched with sand from the shore of Hawaii’, and the tapioca is tapioca.
Em blinks and is relieved the tapioca aren’t the eggs of whatever mated with the spectroscopy machine
Kassil: There’s also a fragment suggesting that one of the containers does or did contain a ‘stable non-radioactive uranium isotope’.
Em blinks at that last “Ah, Ananda, that’s not possible is it?” she signs after pointing it out to her
Ananda is tinkering with her P-Comm, with a faint, wry smile. She looks up, “Huh?”
Em: (well, if I can build a nuclear reactor, I might need to know a lot about the transuranium elements….)
Em points out the data fragments on the contents of the containers starting with the absent non radioactive uranium
Kassil: You’re not sure if it’s absent or not. The alphanumeric sequence for the container it was in is missing.
Ananda scratches her head, “Huh.”
Alasdair rubs at his nose and frowns.
Em checks for signs of a second conspicuous absence/something being dragged (or suddenly wrenched off the floor)
Kassil: Em: You mean aside from the various smashed containers?
Kassil: Ananda, you’re pretty sure you’ve never heard of uranium that wasn’t radioactive.
Em: Yes, in case one should be/could be there but isn’t
Em: (We’re going to find the proof for doing the Travelling Salesman problem in linear processing time in here, I can smell it…)
Em: (san cost 1d100)
Kassil: Some of them have been smashed and ground into the wall with enough force you can’t even tell if it was one container or multiple containers that got crunched together.
Ananda: “Uhm. To the best of my knowledge, nobody’s ever found a stable uranium isotope.”
Ananda shrugs one shoulder, “I think it’d be news if someone did find one.”
Alasdair sniffs around, looking for something.
Ananda notices Alasdair and sniffs the air.
Ananda: “Anyone else smell mustard?”
Alasdair: “Yup.”
Kassil: Em, you do, also, once it’s mentioned.
Alasdair uses his foot to dig a lunchbox out from behind a machine.
Ananda: “Smells awfully strong for a hundred-fifty year old lunch.”
Em nods
Alasdair: “Probably used too much Eternal Mustard on his Endless Hotdog.”
Ananda: “Kf.”
Kassil: Anyone going to open it?
Em will open it with telekinesis and respirator on….
Alasdair kick-slides it toward Em.
Ananda pokes around in the shattered containers for any sign of uranium-containing minerals.
Em sets it down in the corridor and gathers her energies
Alasdair: “Perhaps there’s more stable trans-uric stuff?”
Kassil: The range is however far you want, up to about 400 meters if you open it in the room with the plexiglass cubicles.
Kassil: No, just an amount of weight for the force you’re exerting.
Ananda replies absently, “I think I’ve heard that theory.. ‘islands of stability’ or whatever the phrase was. Can’t say I’ve kept track of news about it.”
Kassil: Ananda, after about twenty minutes, finds a small container perhaps half a cubic foot in volume that has a cylindrical piece of metal sitting in it that looks somewhat like what she recalls chemically pure uranium is supposed to look like.
Kassil: It’s about the size of her fist.
Ananda: (Material of the container?)
Alasdair: ( Brick. Clear brick. )
Alasdair: ( The Emperor’s new brick, in fact. It’s beautiful. )
Ananda: (Hah.)
Kassil: The container appears to be made of the same plexiglass-like material as the other cases.
Em gives it a go then.
Kassil: Em more-or-less rips the lid of the lunchbox off, forever ruining a sticker of a rather cool-looking robot, to expose a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. At a distance, it’s hard to tell what exactly it is, but the smell of mustard quickly gets even stronger.
Ananda wrinkles her nose. Takes her pack off to rest her shoulders and digs around for her SMM.
Kassil: Not hard to find.
Em feels no remorse. She Did What She had To Do.
Kassil: Going to go check it out, Em?
Ananda checks out the box of probable-uranium with her X-ray spec.
Em waits for Ananda to finish reacting before hazarding getting much closer
Kassil: Ananda gets absolutely no response from her portable spectrometer.
Kassil: She might as well be pointing it into empty space.
Ananda taps the device on the tabletop and tries again.
Kassil: The device still fails to report on the presence of a block of material. The container, on the other hand, is apparently 80% silicon and a roughyl equal mix of carbon and aluminum for the rest, with trace elements.
Ananda checks for radiation.
Kassil: Less than you’d expect, really.
Kassil: Em?
Alasdair: ( It’s anti-radioactive. )
Em uses the scope on her rifle to try and look inside, perching on a table or somethign to get Line of sight, levitating herself if she can’t
Kassil: Em sees what appears to be a ham and swiss on rye with an absolutely ridiculous amount of yellow mustard slathered on both slices of bread. Also a withered pickle slice and a can of cola that hasn’t been made for a century and a half.
Alasdair checks his P-Comm.
Ananda shrugs and packs everything away again. Someone else can figure this one out.
Em: …tries picking it up telekinetically, to see if it explodes or something
Kassil: The sandwich, contained in the wax paper, is picked up. It fails to respond in any way to the indignity.
Alasdair puts his P-Comm away and wipes his hands on his pants.
Em: Approaches and transfers it to a sample container
Kassil: Aside from a positively nauseating level of mustard aroma, nothing untoward happens to Em as she bags and tags the sandwich.
Em: (gives thanks for her respirator)
Ananda fills a sample container with the ‘self-regenerating soap’, while she’s collecting things. She’s careful not to touch it directly.
Kassil: The soap quickly refills the original container and the sample container to a depth of 3/4 of an inch.
Kassil: the sample container has a very slight vibration going through it, once the sample has ‘filled in’.
Em: (wonders if the sample we took has the same property)
Ananda frowns at the vial thoughtfully, but packs it away. She readjusts her shoulder-straps and looks over to the others, “Done here?”
Em: nods, calming down after the near brush with death from the ancient lunch >_>
Kassil: It just wanted to be eaten.
Em: (It wanted my soul, I’m sure >_>)
Ananda: (‘Take a single crumb of bread. Satisfying, but it will incur a terrible debt.’)
Kassil: All right, what now?
Ananda heads back to MR-068.
Alasdair follows.
Em follows as well, trying to dispell visions of mutated machinery
Kassil: As you enter MR-068, you’re greeted by a row of human-looking skulls, neatly lined up to face the door you’re entering through.
Alasdair jumps behind Em.
Ananda pauses, head tilted to one side.
Em blinks but takes a posture to provide maximum cover for Alasdair
Em: (what the mage wants, the mage gets >_>)
Ananda: (Are they across the doorway s.t. we’ll have to step over them?)
Kassil: No, you can walk into the room and turn to avoid them.
Kassil: You count a dozen of them.
Ananda does so.
Em has a sinking feeling
Em: Alasdair, could you compare my memory of these skulls to the skulls I’ve seen in a couple other instances since coming to the site?
Kassil: The skulls fail to react as Ananda walks around them.
Alasdair gives the skulls a wide berth as he quickly follows Ananda. “I’m… sure it’s nothing.”
Ananda leans against the wall and does not say uncomfortable things about the mutability of wetware memory. “Take a photo and we’ll talk later. I took one of you and them, last time.”
Kassil: The skulls also fail to react to Alasdair as he scurries around them.
Em settles for that and procedes to get beyond the skulls
Ananda continues on when Em is finished.
Ananda moves towards EAR-992 (green), watchful and quiet as ever.
Ananda gives the cloud-cubicle as much space as possible, along the way.
Kassil: The skulls swivel to follow Em as she goes around them.
Alasdair freaks out and smashes the skulls into the ceiling with excessive force.
Em: (Player laughs, thank you for amusing her so robustly, even though it is sad, how tormented Alasdair is. her thoughts “think you can push me around, you stinking calcium with attitude? try 10000 lbs of irritation on for size”!)
Kassil: The skull smash into splinters and powder against the roof.
Em: (Em of course is severely worried but says nothing and is better off ignorant of the Wheel of Time series description of male magic users going mad)
Ananda pauses and looks over her shoulder at the absence of footsteps, and winces at the sound of crushing bone.
Alasdair looks around and quietly clears his throat before shuffling toward the next room.
Ananda raises an eyebrow at Alasdair.
Alasdair gives Ananda a brief, cheerful grin that doesn’t reach his eyes.
Ananda inclines her head with an ‘I don’t buy that’ expression, but lets it pass.
Kassil: There’s the soft cracking and clattering of bits of smashed skull and ceramacrete falling to the ground, but otherwise nothing untoward results from Alasdair’s freakout.
Ananda: (Moving along, letting previous rolls stand.)
Kassil: The path to the next and final room of this branch is much like the last, although without any massive gouges in the walls and floor.
Kassil: The lighting has a few spots where the bulbs are flickering intermittently, but otherwise the illumination is nice and steady. The blast doors are retracted, and the vault door opens onto a slab of ceramacrete about three centimeters in from the door.
Em blinks
Em: (the map ends HERE)
Ananda presses her face against the slab and has a look into the gap.
Em: (An obstacle. time to blast our way through >_>)
Kassil: The gap ends as the room’s entryway merges with what was apparently the wall.
Em: (my daunts are going away again)
Kassil: (Really, by now the /other/ AO group would have declared this place a lost cause and gone looking for a proper nuclear weapon to collapse the entryway with. :D )
Ananda: (It takes a special kind of person to be a scientist in AO.)
Kassil: So…?
Em: (it takes an even more special one to be a borderline paranoid and come tromping around here. emotional lability, ho!)
Ananda knocks on the slab, “This isn’t the first we’ve encountered that’s only accessible to those who can become etherial.”
Kassil: (What, still only borderline? I’ll have to try harder.)
Ananda: (As I said, special.)
Em: Shall we try that then…?
Alasdair Etherializes everyone.
Ananda nods thanks and walks through the slab.
Alasdair follows quickly.
Kassil: Ananda feels like she’s walking in glue, as does Alasdair as he follows.
Kassil: The ceramacrete, on further consideration, seems to be less a slab and more a room-filling mass.
Em follows behind and blinks at this fact
Kassil: Em also finds it kind of like wading in glue.
Ananda: (Can we distinguish any kind of a seam at the edge of the room?)
Kassil: After a fashion. The material feels less like glue.
Em backs out to the hallway and checks how the substance responds to wielding
Kassil: Em finds it quite a relief to be out of the ceramacrete room-filler.
Alasdair cautiously inches toward the center of the room, feeling for a difference in density or stickiness.
Ananda takes a moment to arrange for us to not suffocate inside the ceramicrete block.
Kassil: Improved range! It does more or less what you want.
Kassil: Em, there’s a faint scent of burnt rock in the air.
Ananda tries to remember that unintentional trick for next time.
Em breathes deeply and focuses a plasma arc upon just a few cubic inches of the substance to see if she can vaporize it at all or not. She lays her fingers on the substance by the door with trepidation and has at it.
Em: ack
Kassil: Ooh. Duration up.
Kassil: …How much endurance do you have, Em?
Em: ruh oh
Kassil: I’m pretty sure that, during her botched Wielding, em blacks out from lack of endurance.
Kassil: So!
Kassil: Fortunately, this will interrupt the effect. Roll your damage so we can see what results from your material-blasting.
Kassil: You black out when you run out of Endurance, and in the meantime you’re locked up.
Kassil: (And this is why DoT damage often is a bad Idea.)
Kassil: All right, Em manages to bore out roughly a half-meter hemisphere of ceramacrete with a bubble of plasma before her reserves run out, her eyes roll up in her head, and she falls over.
Kassil: Meanwhile, the two of you are rather heavily insulated from the situation by a combination of ethereal nature and sheer mass of intervening material.
Em: (note to self: up endurance stat, learn the endurance replenishment trick)
Alasdair texts Ananda, “Found a desk. Dead computer, book, bottle. No effect origin.”
Ananda pokes her head into the hallway to check her P-Comm.
Kassil: Alasdair pokes his own head out just as Ananda pokes hers out.
Alasdair checks to see if Em’s still alive.
Kassil: Alasdair is the first to notice that Em has fallen over, passed out, and hurries to examine her. He quickly determines that she’s still breathing and has a pulse.
Ananda looks at Em in puzzlement.
Em: X_X
Alasdair checks Em and her surroundings for signs of violence or trauma.
Kassil: Em has a bit of a bruise on her head where she fell, but she seems otherwise fine. There’s a nice big hole burned into the ceramacrete plug at shoulder height to her, though.
Ananda leaves that in Alasdair’s hands and looks at the wall, still half-inside it.
Kassil: The hole is a bit warm, but not dangerously so.
Kassil: She’s passed out from exhaustion, apparently.
Alasdair revives Em and boosts everyone else’s Endurance while he’s at it.
Alasdair: 99 Endurance restored.
Kassil: Em, you come to feeling refreshed.
Kassil: First thing you see is Alasdair glowing blue.
Ananda looks over her shoulder. Nods once.
Ananda handwaves, going for a bit more range than vision.
Alasdair: ( Everybody must get stoned! )
Kassil helpfully doses Alasdair with Trixie.
Kassil: And Ananda is trying to scry… What, exactly?
Ananda: The contours of everything in a 50m radius that isn’t rock.
Em: Thank you very much Alasdair. I was overconfident, alas
Alasdair: “We all overreach at times.”
Ananda: (And differentiation between kinds of stone, if I have that much sensitivity.)
Kassil: You find that the room inside was another room full of desks and computer equipment, all sealed in a kind of ceramacrete that apparently came foaming out of sealed containment tanks.
Ananda: (Any remains?)
Kassil: nope.
Alasdair: ( That’s a serious fire suppression system. )
Kassil: And anything that wasn’t functionally sealed is filled with the ‘foamed rock’.
Kassil: Any computers are likely trashed beyond recognition, among other things, and a few desks have been partially crushed.
Ananda: “Office-looking kind of place, sealed in – well, not amber. But preserved close enough.”
Ananda shrugs, “I didn’t see anything worth retrieving.”
Alasdair: “Not much left, most likely.”
Em: This faculty’s designers spared little expense to leave the impression no expense was spared on covering all contingencies
Kassil: (Given what you’ve seen trying to escape, do you blame them?)
Em: (I admit for this level of o_o , go big or go home o_o)
Ananda: “Where to next?”
Em: SN67 perhaps?
Alasdair: “SOS-334-Orange is on the way.”
Ananda: “Let’s go, then.”
Kassil: On your way back through MR-068, the damage Alasdair did to the roof is absent, although the pulverized skulls remain littering the floor.
Ananda makes note.
Em waves to the poltergeist
Kassil: Nothing else of note occurs until you reach the elevator shaft, where you find a nice ring of skulls – some human-looking, some reptilian – sitting around the open shaft, all facing out.
Ananda inspects the reptile skulls, but finally deems them uninteresting.
Alasdair pointedly ignores the skulls.
Em follows quietly
Ananda suppresses the impulse to mimic bird-calls and see if anything responds.
Kassil: Walking past them?
Ananda heads to the south hallway and waits for the others.
Em walks past, if cautiously
Alasdair walks past them, not looking in their direction.
Kassil: As Alasdair goes by at his closest approach, the skulls individually tip backwards into the shaft, starting with the reptile skull closest to him and continuing like a ring of falling dominos into the depths.
Ananda watches this with interest.
Alasdair willfully refuses to notice.
Em smirks, shakes her head and continues, muttering “though I left five year old pranks behind when I left the Family”
Ananda smiles and whispers, “If nothing else, there’s a set of old bones walking around here with its own sense of humor.”
Kassil: Beyond that, your entry to the next branch is unimpeded.
Ananda approaches SOS-334 (orange) with the caution that’s becoming second nature.
Kassil: The entry into SOS-334 is another vault door, this time closed.
Em: Any sign of a keypad or other thingie?
Kassil: There’s a security booth.
Em investigates, is the booth locked?
Ananda , still being etherial, simply walks through.
Kassil: It is not. Em’s pretty sure she can get it to power up if she wants; Ananda’s simply passing through the door, though.
From Kassil: It itches like mad.
Alasdair follows Ananda through the door.
To Kassil: Ananda grits her teeth and hurries through.
Em lets them have a look in case something bad is on the other side
Kassil: The room on the other side is arranged like a modestly-sized warehouse, with large rows of shelves and crates stacked on them. The crates are mainly made of metal, and most of them are chained down to the shelving.
Ananda looks about for labels, shipping manifests, or suchlike.
Kassil: Each one has a small keypad and display attached.
Kassil: The majority seem to be in some kind of power-saving mode, since they’re dark.
Ananda finds the nearest lit one and telekinetically manipulates the keypad to see what’s inside.
Alasdair lightly taps a couple crates to see if they’re ethereally solid.
Kassil: Ananda manages to avoid accidentally unlocking the crate, instead calling up a display. ‘Anomalous Item #6099 – Gladius made from a single flawless diamond – exhibits tensile properties well out of bounds for diamond – seems to inspire a need to fight all living creatures in vicinity’
Kassil: Em, they haven’t come back yet.
Kassil: Some of the crates are resistant to alasdair’s touch, but the majority permit his hands through.
Ananda sends a text message to Em: [Find anything interesting?]
Em: pcomms back “was waiting for reports if there was anything bad locked behidn there before trying to get the door open. I think I can do it”
Em: pcomms “I can’t hack as effectively while ethereal, is it safe to open the door?”
Ananda responds, [Just a warehouse in here.]
Ananda: (Rough guesstimate of the number of crates in here?)
Em: okay. what do I check to power the booth on safely?
Em: being cautious as always
Kassil: You push the power button, with some effort needed to get it to click in your ghostly state.
Kassil: Ananda, you guesstimate at least 1500 crates.
Ananda wanders around, looking for any crates that are particularly large or well-secured.
Ananda: (Or otherwise noteworthy.)
Kassil: They’re all particularly well-secured, being held down by heavy chains and padlocks sturdy enough to hold back an angry bull charger.
Kassil: They’re also all roughly the same size. Only about one in twenty are lit.
Em: (do I need to use wielding to operate the controls or can I make them work while ethereal? am I correct in remembering that it’s very hard to do computer tech stuff while ethereal?)
Ananda: (Is any kind of filing system evident?)
Alasdair glances over a few lit ones for anything more shocking than usual.
Kassil: Generally, yes, but what springs up is a fairly simple touch screen interface; you find that you have enough material to interact with it even in your ghostly state.
Em: (nods) so is this the “inside” side of the security door basically?
Em: or do I need to defeat some security measures to get it open?
Kassil: Ananda – the room seems to run from Item #6000 to item #7500, arranged in rows on each shelf, sequentially.
Kassil: Em – A security check would let you figure out how to coax it into cooperating, yes.
Ananda: How very useful.
Alasdair waves to get Ananda’s attention and points at the crate he’s standing in front of.
Ananda heads over to take a look.
Alasdair: “This looks ominous. ‘Item #6666 – Anomalous Item – Antimatter Mass – Warning: Do not permit to lose power – Contains approximately one kilogram of anti-iron – Warning: radiation hazard’”
Ananda: “Hn.”
Alasdair: “If we wanted to obliterate the Site…”
Kassil: (Well, it might be a start.)
Ananda: “In a place with this many self-destruct systems already rigged, why hasn’t it been built into one?”
Ananda looks around for the power source, to make sure it’s in good shape.
Kassil: There’s a cable tethered into a port on the crate’s back side.
Em: Fiddles with security hopefully but carefully trying not to let her ethereal state rush her Defeat Security
Ananda: “Good enough, if it’s kept this long.”
Ananda selects a few more powered-on crates at random and has a look at the contents.
Alasdair makes a note of the location of Doomsday Item #27. Just in case.
Ananda: (Order of 1500 crates, 1 in 20 powered on, = 75 to choose from. Not going to stick around to catalogue them all.)
Ananda looks at a crate in bemusement, muttering “Nine-faced regular polyhedron…”
Ananda shakes her head and moves on.
Alasdair: “At least it’s not -1-faced. I’d expect a crate full of a couple hundred in here somewhere.”
Kassil: (Correction: Nine-sided polygons, forming a regular-AKA-supposedly-Platonic solid.)
Ananda: (Ah.)
Kassil: (Either way, it’s a “This thing giggles psychotically at the laws of geometry and urinates on the grave of Pythagoras.”)
Ananda: (Yes, very much so.)
Ananda: “Find anything else worthwhile?”
Alasdair: “Er, no. Not worthwhile, exactly. Hideously illuminating, though.”
Ananda: “How so?”
Alasdair just gestures at the “special” crate.
Ananda tags the crate she’s been looking into with a bit of orange tape and goes to look.
Kassil: It’s labeled “Agent Johnson’s DVD Collection.”
Ananda looks puzzled and steps inside to scan the titles.
Kassil: It’s apparently a rather sizable collection of live-action tentacle porn.
Ananda walks out the other side, more perplexed than when she went in. “Okay then.”
Kassil: So, satisfied your cravings of exploration, or…?
Ananda heads back to the tagged crate and finds out whether she can open it.
Kassil: You manage to get into a very attractively designed and completely useless help menu.
Alasdair: “Why, uh, what…”
Alasdair peeks over Ananda’s shoulder.
Ananda: “This one claims to be a set of I Ching coins that have a nasty habit of being accurate about catastrophes.”
Kassil: The ID is “Catastrophe I-Ching.”
Ananda steps back from the controls, “Care to give it a try?”
Alasdair: “I’m not sure we want to let that loose into the world. It’s probably so accurate becaues it CAUSES the catastrophes.”
Ananda barks a laugh. There’s wicked amusement in her expression when she replies, “Its current read is awfully interesting, if that’s the case.”
Alasdair: “I’ve never been good at those things. What’s it claiming?”
Ananda: “Ambiguously, either or both of ‘the birth of a deity’ and ‘the end of time’.”
Alasdair: “Well, we’ve seen or nearly seen the end of time, in a way. The ORACLE mishap/overload that shunted us here.”
Ananda taps her insubstantial fingers against the crate. “They were scattered when I went in. If nobody threw them, I don’t know what the scope is supposed to be.”
Alasdair: “Perhaps it was forecasting it’s own imprisonment?”
Ananda: “Or the end of the Foundation, since Em’s found all those clock-related errors from around then.”
Alasdair: “Excellent point. I opt to believe it’s that.”
Alasdair nods sagely.
Kassil: (Mainly because he doesn’t want to think about what it might mean otherwise?)
Ananda chuckles. “I’m not convinced it’s worth actual concern.”
Kassil: All right then. 170 CDP.
Karelzarath: Yay!
Ananda: W00t.

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Session 34 - August 20, 2260
Scratching In The Walls

Alasdair

  • Arcane 1
  • Detection 4

Ananda

  • Creation 1
  • Detection 5
  • Energy 1
  • Medicine 1
  • Read People 1
  • Stealth 2

Em

  • Computer Tech 2
  • Detection 3
  • Energy 1
  • Nihilism 1
  • Stealth 2

170 CDP
Total: 6075

Kassil: So, does anyone need a recap?
Ananda: The meatfloor was… vivid.
Em: the meatfloor was to remind us It Can Always Get Worse
Ananda: I don’t think I needed to be reminded of that, but I suppose it’s a good marker.
Ananda: (Let’s not trigger another instance of whatever went wrong with the Site’s “engine”, while we investigate it.)
Kassil: Heh.
Kassil: Okay, then. You had just Void-sterilized the room, and Em had collected the Slime of Alien Color in a sampling kit.
Kassil: You were headed to a different room from there, I believe?
Ananda is moving north (we think) to MR-068.
Em: Then time to move out I guess?
Alasdair is already around the corner and a little ways up the hall.
Kassil: All right then.
Kassil: You move back along the hall, retracing your steps to the central corridor of the eastern branch of this floor. Ananda is in the lead, as usual, with Alasdair tagging close behind. Serek aimlessly wanders behind, while Em brings up the rear as per her usual position.
Kassil: Auditory Detection checks, please.
Em does ninja tailguard again.
Ananda holds up a hand for the group to pause.
Em: Halts
Kassil: You all hear a faint ‘shuff’ sound from somewhere ahead, before you reach the main corridor.
Kassil: (Somewhat like a bare foot on carpet, or the like.)
Alasdair: (After or before ALS-099-A?)
Kassil: Just after passing through that particular lifeform storage room.
Ananda: (Did any place on this level have carpet? I don’t recall it.)
Alasdair: ( It brought the carpet with it. )
Kassil: The room with the desk seemed to, after you entered it, but otherwise no.
Ananda signs, ‘Bide,’ over her shoulder, then moves ahead, alert and silent as possible.
Kassil: Ananda, despite the relatively good lighting in the hall, does a fair job of blending against the wall as she creeps forward toward the intersection.
Alasdair waits, alert for an attack.
Ananda pauses just before the intersection, in the partial cover of the doorframe.
Em waits till Ananda or Alasdair looks back to signal for a pause, if that happens, if not, its not that urgent
Alasdair is watching Ananda and the room beyond her intently.
Em watches too
Ananda scans the part of the room she can see from here, then eases around the corner to look at the rest. She motions the others forward, then signs, ‘Smells of formaldehyde. No creatures.’
Alasdair signs back, “Smelled it too.”
Em gets her respirator on and follows
Ananda nods acknowledgement, keeping a wary eye on the room ahead.
Alasdair catches up to Ananda cautiously.
Kassil: There’s a faint and regular hiss as Em’s respirator kicks on.
Em: sighs and takes it off. failed common sense roll
Ananda winces a bit at the noise.
Kassil: Alasdair’s footsteps are, admittedly, only slightly quieter than Em’s respirator before she pulls it back off and leaves him the elephant in the hall.
Kassil: None of you hear anything other than yourselves as you reconvene at the hallway entrance.
Em: (the plan is the bad things jump Alasdair and Em and Ananda rescues us >_>)
Alasdair shrugs at Ananda and nods up the hallway.
Ananda shrugs back to Alasdair, but breaks off mid-gesture with a look of surprise. She grabs for something in her pocket.
Em: ( can we complain to our ISP that we don’t like these grief callers?)
Alasdair raises an eyebrow at Ananda.
Kassil: Ananda pulls out a glass tube, capped at one end with a bright red plastic plug. Inside, a dozen small square pills are visible, each one with a large L pressed into the side.
Ananda holds the tube up to the light, eyebrows raised.
Alasdair takes a half step backwards, eye widening slightly.
Ananda tilts her head at Alasdair’s reaction. She looks a question at him.
Alasdair twice shakes his head “no.”
Ananda signs, ‘Bad experience?’ with a touch of humor.
Alasdair tersely signs, “unimportant,” before heading up the hall.
Ananda shrugs and puts the tube in a backpack-pocket, with the practice of someone who no longer needs to take it off to know where everything is.
Ananda sidles into ALS-33, alert and quiet.
Ananda: (..Or not so quiet.)
Em: (waits to see if the Grue gets Ananda)
Kassil: Ananda fails to trip over herself, or kick anything.
Kassil: Alasdair, meanwhile, is crossing the room a bit briskly, while Em and Serek trail along behind.
Kassil: Nothing seems to be interested in leaping out to attack Alasdair.
Em resigns herself to being tasty and follows
Alasdair stops at the hallway leading to MR-068.
Kassil: The others catch up with Alasdair shortly; the hallway toward MR-068 doesn’t particularly seem to have changed since the last time you all inspected it.
Ananda: (Is this the one with the claw-marks?)
Kassil: Yep.
Ananda pauses to listen down the hall, before moving on.
Ananda signs, ‘Movement ahead.’
Ananda moves in, keeping Zix ready to hand.
Alasdair frowns and follows.
From Kassil: You hear the scratching again, as you move ahead. There’s nothing in the hall, but it sounds like there might be something digging inside the ceramacrete wall.
Em moves up enough to gesture to Alasdair to stop “Danger” then waits to see if Ananda keeps moving
Ananda gets about 20m into the hallway, then pauses, holding up a hand for a halt. She moves to the left wall and presses her ear against it. She also keeps the ZX angled towards the wall, not quite in a ready-to-fire grip.
Alasdair gestures dismissively at Em and watches Ananda.
Ananda waves the others forwards, signing, ‘Hear that?’
Em nods “left, yes? scratching?”
Alasdair shakes his head.
Ananda nods to Em, ‘Same.’
Em signs “it stopped.”
Ananda frowns at the wall.
Alasdair maneuvers to the exact center of the hallway and looks over his shoulder.
Ananda signs, ‘I still hear it.’
Em looks nervous and keeps checking behind us periodically, pessimistic she’ll catch anything coming if its this quiet
Ananda is looking at the wall when she quirks a smile and shakes her head. She says nothing.
Alasdair very slowly turns around.
Alasdair glances at the floor and ceiling.
Alasdair shivers and takes a step closer to Em.
Ananda glances over at Alasdair, ‘Find anything?’
Ananda looks pointedly at the wall.
Em signs back “silent orange cat ran by”
Em points where it happened
Alasdair signs, “No. We should not linger.”
Ananda nods, once. ’Sound’s moving ahead of us.’ She moves along in pace with it, to keep a constant distance.
Alasdair tries to remain equidistant from Ananda and Em.
Em follows and makes a point of not crowding him
Ananda pauses, having tracked a point at a consistent height for perhaps 30m. She signs, ‘Stopped again.’
Ananda slowly takes a step back. Then another.
Alasdair stops moving and looks in the direction Ananda’s retreating from.
Em: backs up in sync and trepidation
Ananda still appears confident and curious, all attention to the front.
Em: (double checks behind us regularly, and for any path that damned cat might be lurking …)
Alasdair rubs the backs of his hands.
Alasdair prods at one of his pockets.
Ananda looks over her shoulder to sign, ‘Cover me.’ She lets Zix hang by her side and makes a few terse gestures to send a shockwave into the left-hand wall, right over the scratching sound.
Alasdair covers his ears.
Kassil: There’s a sharp CRACK sound as Ananda channel a burst of kinetic force against the wall where she says the scratching noise stopped.
Ananda watches for a second, then grimaces and covers her ears.
Kassil: Neither Em nor Alasdair hear anything beyond the echo of the kinetic pulse from somewhere up ahead.
Ananda gingerly uncovers her ears, after half a minute or so. Shakes her head to clear it.
Alasdair hesitantly fishes something out of his pocket and holds it up.
Kassil: Alasdair is holding what is either the vial that Em handed him to evaporate, or a perfect replica of it, down to the pills inside it.
Ananda quirks an eyebrow. Looks at Em.
Em has a go at trying to get rid of it herself then, taking it from his hand, puts it on the ground, kneels, touches it, and tries to slag it to plasma.
Kassil: And Em snatches the vial from Alasdair, thunks it on the ground, and…
Kassil: 33 damage.
Kassil: There’s a sharp sizzling as a hemisphere of plasma materializes to engulf the vial, and a tiny pop as the air rushes in to fill the scorched void.
Kassil: The vial has been torn apart, along with the pills that were rattling inside it.
Em ‘s face relaxes a bit from the tense grimace as she gives a silent thanks to Tesla
Kassil: There’s also a shallow, blackened crater seared into the ceramacrete where the vial was.
Alasdair gives Em a “not bad” nod.
Em looks satisfied to put her ! on the “just say no” response she just made to the Poltergeist
Em is relieved nothing killed us while she attended to that
Ananda signs, ’All’s quiet now. Shall we go?’
Em nods and follows
Alasdair nods.
Kassil: You head down the hall, dogged now by the dusty stink of scorches ceramacrete, and come to the vault-like door into MR-068. Surprisingly, it seems to be completely intact and wide open.
Ananda pauses at the door to listen.
Alasdair pauses behind Ananda and pretends to listen.
Ananda: (Not bad for pretending.)
Alasdair can fake it well.
Ananda glances at the others and signs, ‘Chimes. Distant scratching.’
Em hopes its not operating a computer
Alasdair nods and signs, “Agreed.”
Ananda moves on into the room, ignoring the lingering headache.
Kassil: Ananda can just barely hear herself.
Alasdair gives Ananda a 5m head start and follows.
Em follow about that far behind
Kassil: For some reason, Alasdair seems to be feeling a little jumpy.
Kassil: The room denoted as MR-068 is modest, as far as the roof goes. It’s only about five meters up, with waist-high solid divisions marking the 50mx50m room into 10mx10m lots, with corridors between each lot. Transparent material rises from the dividers to lock into metal grips on the roof.
Kassil: From the entry, you can all see that half a dozen of the lots seems to have had something going on when whatever happened to the Site went off. One is almost entirely swatched in web-like sheets of a glistening metallic material, another has a pillar of smooth black stone rising almost to the roof, a third has some kind of holographic-looking design slowly spinning in the middle of it. The other three are somewhat obscured by those.
Kassil: The chiming sound is, apparently, an actual set of windchimes, tinkling gently in front of an air vent that’s apparently pulling air in.
Ananda indicates the chime with a tilt of her head, signs, ‘I think we’ve seen this before.’
Ananda investigates the webbed enclosure.
Kassil: Ananda pads down the corridor to the closed door of the lot where the metallic sheets are. Peering through the ‘web’-fogged glass, she can see a humanoid skeleton at the computer console inside, apparently held together and upright by the spread of metallic webbing.
Em follows, curious if the terminal inside this one is as undamaged as the rest…"
Ananda: (Is there any kind of nameplate or monitors on these things?)
Kassil: There are monitors at the computer stations inside. None of the systems are currently online.
Em wonders if there’s anyway to check out if there’s a spider or anything odd accounting for the webbing here….
Ananda paces through the room, giving a cursory look at each of the remaining isolation chambers, or whatever they are.
Kassil: Sure! Pry open the door and poke around inside.
Ananda: (Pick up Being & Insight and listen for minds. What’s the worst that could happen?)
Em: We don’t have a spider-sensor…?
Kassil: The remaining three apparently-were-active chambers seem to contain something that looks a lot like kelp, which has filled the floor of the chamber, with airbag-laden stalks swaying ever-so-gently inside; a cloud of something very fine and smoke-like, which occasionally brushes an area that’s apparently some kind of containment with bright crackles of electricity; and a quivering ball of green gel that hovers in the air in the middle of the test chamber.
Ananda takes one close look at the smoke chamber then moves away, rubbing her temples.
Em follows thinking whatever set up show in here looks worrisome. She goes to check for a cubicle that looks free of extra dimenionsla/exotic issues and see if the computer will power on
Ananda paces, looking about for sample-taking apparatus.
Kassil: Em, Computer Tech?
Kassil: You’re still boosted to deific levels.
Em: oh wow.
Kassil: Ananda’s pacing search comes to no useful end; each of the ‘active’ lots has what appears to be a containment crate, although the ‘webbed’ room is hard to see into.
Em: Naturally I’m cautious about authentication protocols like at the place that slagged computers for bad passwords
Ananda: (What are the exits from this room?)
Kassil: One opposite the entry, and one to the right from the entry. Both appear to be inward-locking vault doors.
Ananda: (Open? Closed? Locked?)
Em: Computer Tech: may Gibson smile on us
Kassil: Open.
Kassil: Em, you find it almost trivial to boot the computer in one of the empty lots to life and tease open the security locks. Before long, you find yourself welcomed in as ‘superuser A-7’ on the Materials Research 068 Sub-Network.
Em: What were they doing when the Doom arrived? and are their data logs too bulky for use to store?
Em: (ie checking the dept admin’s log if there’s one…)
Kassil: Unfortunately, the specific computer Em is on only has a list of prior experiments, although some of those would be eye-popping in any other context. She is, however, able to wrangle a connection to the Administrator Network Level 2.
Em: What does that let me peek at?
Kassil: The Network itself seems abnormally barren, as if something’s mostly purged it, but there are a few files – communication transcripts, by the looks of them.
Em: Hrm. I check if whoever purged forgot about data recovery measures…
Kassil: Comp Tech check?
Kassil: As Em looks closer, she’s able to determine that what, at first, looks like a deliberate wipe of data is something closer to some pretty impressive system errors – internal clocks going utterly insane and returning values that made the systems crash and reboot over and over until not much was left beyond a basic I/O system that was too simple and too robust to care about the bizarre time-and-date.
Kassil: The files she can dredge up seem to have somehow escaped the digital apocalypse by sheer luck.
Kassil: If she were to find a physical server and successfully extract the hard drive, she might be able to reconstruct the contents.
Alasdair: ( I sense a Project in the making. ;) )
Em: …why am I thinking the server is in the goo?
Kassil: You could dig in and find out.
Ananda ambles over to Alasdair while Em is busy and signs, ‘If you’re ever interested in learning to move more quietly, I’d be happy to teach.’
Em: Can I get a clue where the server might be from diagnostics I can run from here, or are there physical cables to trace …?
Kassil: You’re pretty sure, based on the data you can retrieve, that you know exactly where the servers for the crashed network are.
Kassil: SN-67.
Alasdair signs, “That’s a hopeless project.”
Ananda shrugs, ‘If you say so.’
Ananda eyes the floor speculatively, signs, ‘Do you hear the scratching down there?’
Ananda: (SN-67 is down the main southwards hallway. We went east.)
Alasdair shakes his head and signs, “I think that’s just for you.”
Kassil: If you check that huge lovely list of data Alasdair got from Oracle for you, SN apparently means ‘Systems Network’.
Ananda nods. ‘What was with the cat back there? I didn’t see or hear it.’
Em: I share this with the others, that the system had a cataclysmic event but the hard drive seems intake and might be salvageable for data…over at SN 67
Alasdair shakes his head and signs, “Nor did I. That must be Em’s.”
Ananda shrugs, nods. ‘Anything for you?’
Em: Well, it’s also for Science. there’s some neat experimental data to review as is
Alasdair: “Nothing. Yet.”
Em: But I’m curious if there’s records what was going on at the time of the disaster, which is obscure.
Ananda: (That last was signed to Alasdair.)
Kassil: So, going to dig around this room further, or…?
Em: I’m a bit worried about dealing with the wierdness here after finding out what similar wierdness did to the crew in the last area, myself…
Em: Unless anyone has some bold ideas for safely discerning stuff here…
Ananda nods acknowledgement to Alasdair, then turns to Em and whispers aloud, “The bit with Circe didn’t put you off already?”
Em acks and checks her pcomm for the message from earlier
Em: (Harrow-gram for you…)
Ananda waits for Em to finish tinkering with her P-Comm.
Ananda ‘s eyes flick to the ceiling.
Kassil: Alasdair and Ananda see Em put a hand to her headpiece.
Alasdair raises an eyebrow at Em.
Em hrms. "Listen. Email from nowhere and no one again. Mean anything?
Em passes her pcomm to Alasdair (motions to give it to Ananda and Serek when he’s done)
Kassil: Does Alasdair listen?
Em: "It’s just a song.
Em: "curious if anyone knows more about it
Ananda will give a listen, when it comes around to her.
Alasdair will also listen.
Kassil: The file she’s got loaded plays some exceptionally beautiful, almost ethereal music. It’s a bit eerie, though.
Em: (It’s Circe’s muzak for her voice mail in Hell o_o)
Em: (also shares the “looks like a wielding equation” too, see if it makes sense to anyone)
Kassil: Em also shares a picture that contains a staggeringly complicatd mathematical formula.
Ananda listens a couple of times over, and sends herself a copy. She whispers, “I don’t know what it is, but I like it. Might be something encoded in that crackle at the edge of hearing; it doesn’t mesh well with the rest of the music.”
Alasdair sends himself a copy, as well.
Ananda copies off the image, with only the comment “Complicated.”
Ananda looks to Alasdair for his opinion on the image.
Alasdair squints at the equation. “I can only understand pieces, not the whole. I don’t know what it’s for.”
Ananda whispers, “Same here.”
Ananda shrugs and gives Em’s P-Comm back.
Alasdair: “Maybe when we get back, we can compare notes.”
Ananda: “Sure. In the mean time, I think we’re done here. SM-88-F next?”
Alasdair nods.
Kassil: (Aww, you’re learning to not play with the random exhibits of screaming madness.)
Ananda: (I want a sample of the air-kelp, but there doesn’t seem to be an easy way to get one.)
Kassil: Well, if you have a sampling kit/container…
Alasdair: ( No, we’re following the “don’t breach containment” mantra. ;) )
Kassil: :D
Kassil: Surely they’re all totally harmless and inert. ;)
Ananda: (If there was a glove-box setup, then I’d give it a try.)
Kassil: Well, then. Let’s see if we get the last two parts of the east wing out of the way next week.
Kassil: 170 CDP, for now.
Ananda: Yay, CDP.
Kassil: Ananda has plans for her CDP.
Alasdair: As do I
Kassil: Excellent.

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