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hexarchate_rpg2017-09-19 09:02 pm
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Move 9 (Ch. 1.9)
Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening / day Seventeen (Monday), morning
On the station's carapace
The ammunition drone reports to whoever is listening that it has not exactly caught a spacegoing slime mold; rather, the slime mold has clogged up its legs and it's clinging rather precariously to the station's carapace. It is requesting, as forlornly as a nonsentient drone can, that somebody repair it. Until someone does something, it's...stuck.
On the station, during Mikodez and Iawa's science tour
Pavn, having noted Iawa's interest in the question of sonciousness, adds, "If you like, the researcher is probably busy at this hour, and he's in one of the classified labs, but I think that research assistant is currently off-shift. I could introduce you to her, if you like. She's always happy to talk about philosophical questions."
On the station, during Sasha, Yehan, and Alaric's science tour
Pavn looks quizzically at Yehan during the tour. "You remind me of some of the other visitors we've had recently," he says, in a friendly enough fashion. "You may have caught sight of their ship on the way in. Granted, phenotypes can be so misleading. Where did you say you were from?"
On the station, visitor's lounge, later
Sasha and Alaric are debating over carbon-fiber sculpture aesthetics when a ping comes in from the lokwor to indicate that Sasha's program has picked up more information on Remi. [Edit: sorry, hit post too soon.] He's not in his lab, but has signed out a spacesuit and has apparently gone for a walk outside the station. The lokwor has no idea why--it wasn't able to ferret out that information without Sasha's hacking guidance.
On the station, Rahal Gerae's office
Armed with an extra slate containing information about Rahal Gerae's known black market dealings, Sulen and Virmad head to Rahal Gerae's office. [Feel free to insert any preparations you may have wanted to make beforehand in a thread of its own.] The door is neatly labeled in a peculiarly Rahal style of calligraphy, recognizable despite the drift of time. There is a potted plant outside the door, its elongated flowers wilting.
More problematically, the door isn't locked. It appears to be stuck halfway open.
On the station, Nirai Alissa's dance studio
Before Ashari can say anything one way or the other to Alissa, a short man, dark-skinned, their shaven head covered with gold mesh-tattoos, stomps out of the office. He glares at Ashari. "I always knew you would be sucking up to any 'artists' who showed up on the station," he says. "Excuse me. I'm artist-designate Kwor, and I simply must demand that you authenticate yourself."
Alissa closes her eyes and looks pained. "Ah, yes," she says, "our resident artist-designate..." She leaves it at that.
[An artist-designate is basically the station's arts & entertainment coordinator, and in particular it means that Kwor is not an Andan but sort of secondary artist hired through the Andan, because a real Andan couldn't be arsed to come out to this posting.]
[Also note that Istradez is lurking in the background in this scene, if you need to borrow him.]
On the station, bubble tea stand 4:30 Monday morning
The bubble tea cafe is already open, or maybe always open, based on its sign. Mikodez and anyone else who decides to come here will notice several people sipping their bubble tea or coffee in a small area with seats and tables and decorative floating lanterns. There are many flavor shots offered, from mango to orange creme to root beer.
The barista frowns when she sees Mikodez. "Excuse me," she says. "Where are your parents?"
Character status
- Active characters as of last post: Sasha, Alaric, Yehan, Sulen, Virmad, Ashari, Mikodez, Iawa
- Currently inactive: Ankat, Kaliyan
Inactive players should feel free either to jump in wherever it feels logical, or to message me asking for an updated storyline so they can rejoin in a graceful fashion.
On the station's carapace
The ammunition drone reports to whoever is listening that it has not exactly caught a spacegoing slime mold; rather, the slime mold has clogged up its legs and it's clinging rather precariously to the station's carapace. It is requesting, as forlornly as a nonsentient drone can, that somebody repair it. Until someone does something, it's...stuck.
On the station, during Mikodez and Iawa's science tour
Pavn, having noted Iawa's interest in the question of sonciousness, adds, "If you like, the researcher is probably busy at this hour, and he's in one of the classified labs, but I think that research assistant is currently off-shift. I could introduce you to her, if you like. She's always happy to talk about philosophical questions."
On the station, during Sasha, Yehan, and Alaric's science tour
Pavn looks quizzically at Yehan during the tour. "You remind me of some of the other visitors we've had recently," he says, in a friendly enough fashion. "You may have caught sight of their ship on the way in. Granted, phenotypes can be so misleading. Where did you say you were from?"
On the station, visitor's lounge, later
Sasha and Alaric are debating over carbon-fiber sculpture aesthetics when a ping comes in from the lokwor to indicate that Sasha's program has picked up more information on Remi. [Edit: sorry, hit post too soon.] He's not in his lab, but has signed out a spacesuit and has apparently gone for a walk outside the station. The lokwor has no idea why--it wasn't able to ferret out that information without Sasha's hacking guidance.
On the station, Rahal Gerae's office
Armed with an extra slate containing information about Rahal Gerae's known black market dealings, Sulen and Virmad head to Rahal Gerae's office. [Feel free to insert any preparations you may have wanted to make beforehand in a thread of its own.] The door is neatly labeled in a peculiarly Rahal style of calligraphy, recognizable despite the drift of time. There is a potted plant outside the door, its elongated flowers wilting.
More problematically, the door isn't locked. It appears to be stuck halfway open.
On the station, Nirai Alissa's dance studio
Before Ashari can say anything one way or the other to Alissa, a short man, dark-skinned, their shaven head covered with gold mesh-tattoos, stomps out of the office. He glares at Ashari. "I always knew you would be sucking up to any 'artists' who showed up on the station," he says. "Excuse me. I'm artist-designate Kwor, and I simply must demand that you authenticate yourself."
Alissa closes her eyes and looks pained. "Ah, yes," she says, "our resident artist-designate..." She leaves it at that.
[An artist-designate is basically the station's arts & entertainment coordinator, and in particular it means that Kwor is not an Andan but sort of secondary artist hired through the Andan, because a real Andan couldn't be arsed to come out to this posting.]
[Also note that Istradez is lurking in the background in this scene, if you need to borrow him.]
On the station, bubble tea stand 4:30 Monday morning
The bubble tea cafe is already open, or maybe always open, based on its sign. Mikodez and anyone else who decides to come here will notice several people sipping their bubble tea or coffee in a small area with seats and tables and decorative floating lanterns. There are many flavor shots offered, from mango to orange creme to root beer.
The barista frowns when she sees Mikodez. "Excuse me," she says. "Where are your parents?"
Character status
- Active characters as of last post: Sasha, Alaric, Yehan, Sulen, Virmad, Ashari, Mikodez, Iawa
- Currently inactive: Ankat, Kaliyan
Inactive players should feel free either to jump in wherever it feels logical, or to message me asking for an updated storyline so they can rejoin in a graceful fashion.
Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
When it nears Remi, the drone pulses an amber light and displays the word "Mango!" on its screen.
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Alaric has mostly been trying to figure out what Sasha asked, examining what information they have publicly available on the station - if nothing else, they should be able to tell which direction that sensor cluster points - as well as anything the drone can see or the ship might have scanned on the way in.
[Sorry about the delay in responding, this was a busier weekend than expected.]
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Meanwhile, the drone has detected what looks suspiciously like a hatchery of mothlings in one of the restricted areas near what Sasha has determined is Remi's lab.
Anyone on the Wasp at the moment will notice that the Wasp is humming and vibrating more than usual.
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
This is a somewhat worrying development. Eldritch space beasts harnessed for starflight are something he can handle. Children, less so.
He sends the moth the ol' 010101 interrogative signal to see if it feels like expressing itself.
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Sasha's hoping that the baby aliens will be like tadpoles. She likes tadpoles.
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Moth chat, moth policy - paging Alaric
She starts digging into the command files, trying to see if she can find official policy on moths, mothdrives, or appropriate treatment of intelligent aliens.
[How much does Sasha know about the way the rebellion is organized? Would making moth freedom an official rebellion goal entail persuading a general, or convincing a committee, or editing brief documents shared with newly formed cells, or winning a referendum, or...? Does the rebellion even have official goals?]
[rebellion organization]
Re: Moth chat, moth policy - paging Alaric
He starts trying to draw out an explanation of that, while verbally adding, "I woonder if the ship's library or the station has some kind of program for kids learning the high language? Adorable fuzzy muppets or kind-but-murderous Vidona or whatever optional."
[Sorry for the delay.]
Re: Moth chat, moth policy - paging Alaric & Yehan
[I'll message
giving Remi an excuse to visit
She suspects the most plausible story is the true one-- that Remi wants a look at their mothdrive-- but it can't hurt to give him options.
Re: giving Remi an excuse to visit
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Remi's eyes, seen behind the faceplate of his helmet, visibly narrow. Then he examines the drone with its offering. He thinks a moment, then grabs the slate and grease pencil.
He writes: Meet tm (Month 3 Day 17) at Bar on Level 3. I hv ethics concern abt yr org.
Then he draws a (not very good) moth, shoves the whole shebang in front of the drone's camera for about a minute, then wipes the slate clean and hands it back.
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
She displays:
"Alaric, are you going to tell Ashari and the rest about the moth, or am I?"
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
After a moment, he adds off-handedly, "Also, adrenal glands are definitely something I still have. At least the last time I checked."
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Off-handed comments from Alaric, on the other hand, usually portend later trouble. "Are you in the habit of misplacing small organs? Is it catching?"
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
"So is this a complicated way of saying something like, oh, you had your gall bladder out and need to take medication before you eat ice cream? Or is this like the woman in the story, who replaced her kidneys with carven antler, so she wouldn't feel fever and tightness in her loins, but then realized she was in love?"
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
Re: Sending a drone to talk to Remi!
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arranging a meeting with Remi
Re: arranging a meeting with Remi
[Feel free to spy on him until then, of course. ;) ]
Re: arranging a meeting with Remi
Out of game, are we thinking this will happen next move?]
Re: arranging a meeting with Remi