Move 15 (Chapter 1.15)

[yhlee]

Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening

[I'm trying desperately to get Mikodez caught up, I promise! If the rest of y'all want to take a bit of a break, that's fine--or if you want to settle logistics, that's fine too. So sorry...]

Mikodez and Istradez [NPC] on Moongray Station, plus HATCHED EGG, ca. 20:50

[continuing from this comment by pengwern]

"I have no idea what would happen if you fouled up the stock market," Istradez says. His eyes are starting to look glassy. "And I'm just as married to the fucking job as you are." He gives forth a sigh and appears to be dropping into semi-slumber when Mikodez's last words penetrate. "We need you as hexarch. Just...maybe less of a psychopathic one? But you don't know about that 'training incident,' either..."

Hmm. Istradez's pulse is becoming too slow for comfort. Better do something about that.

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Year 361, Month Three, Day Seventeen, ass o' clock Monday

on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Monthra

around 1:00, in the hold of the Wasp

Remi and Alaric have made excellent progress on the conversion of the "Bumblebee"'s hold space into a mothling habitat. Remi has lapsed into a brooding silence, considering Alaric's revelations about what life is like outside of the heptarchate. At this point, however, the moth starts to hum again. It doesn't seem to want to shut up, but at least its humming is quieter--maybe the station hasn't noticed.

Remi looks interested. "Your moth is very talkative--is that usual?" His expression turns sad. "They never talked much in captivity with us. I suppose it's understandable."

around Monday 2:50

Gerae asks Ashari and Sasha, "Should I go back into my room now? I promise I'll stay out of the way. And you have all my lockpicks, so it's not like I can finagle my way out." He glances sidelong at Virmad and Sulen, then adds, "Fluffy especially likes cookies, but she shouldn't have too many of them. She also likes honey-dipped locusts, if you can get any. Some of the food vendors on the station carry them sometimes, but I have to request them special, and they confiscated my supply."

NOTE: For anyone who is not otherwise occupied, it would be a great time to get some rest, or alternately, ask Iawa for stims in anticipation of the morning's activities.

Comments

bedtime for magistrates, stories for Sasha? - paging Ashari, Sulen, Virmad

[zuhrovet]

[Fortunately, we've established that Sasha pays a remarkable amount of attention to ductwork, and therefore knows both that the bedrooms have dedicated air vents and that they don't connect to any ventilation shafts large enough for a person to escape through!]

"Walk with me," Sasha says to the room at large. She leads the way back to Gerae's room, watches as he walks inside, suggests politely that he might like to stand back a little, and shuts the door.

"Grid, please replace the door to room B-13 with a blank wall." The fill creeps in from the edges, a little irregularly; watching it happen is like looking for patterns in falling snow. "Restrict further changes to the layout of room B-13 to user groups wolf, hawk, admin. And play our guest some white noise."

Sasha turns to the Rahal. "What was that about scrying, earlier? I didn't understand that part at all. Can the magistrate tell the future, somehow? Without coming from it, like us?"

Re: bedtime for magistrates, stories for Sasha? - paging Ashari, Sulen, Virmad

[lleullawgyffes]

“Was that really necessary?” Virmad asks, but at this point he can recognize that it’s a losing battle, and the fact that he was woken up in the middle of the night — after staying up later than normal — is catching up with him; he doesn’t have the energy to fight about this. “And no, he can’t. He misunderstood your questions and thought you and Ashari were literally asking him for an assessment of our character, which he could have provided with a scrying. As it is, I doubt he’s got anything more definite to go on than Broken-Winged Moth and —” he squints at Ashari for a moment, then nods “— Kniferose Unsheathed, which, frankly, he probably could have figured out without scrying, anyway, given that display. Plus my and Sulen’s signifiers, I suppose.”

[if I've overstepped my bounds in assuming what signifier Ashari'd be showing at the moment, feel free to just ignore it.]

but fighting is for EVERYONE - paging Sulen; CC Ashari and Virmad

[zuhrovet]

"I'm not a fucking moth--" Sasha begins. "Hells, this is meaningful cultural symbolism, isn't it? I haven't memorized all the jeng-zai patterns, either. Right. Alaric probably has some calculations for me by now. I'll be in the comms room if you need me."

[Sasha's transitioning toward some sort of martial signifier involving moths and planetoids, but it's early yet and Virmad didn't exactly catch her in protective mode.

venndaai, the plural hells are definitely heretical. Your call on whether to pick up on that.]

[signifiers]

[lleullawgyffes]

[I also think Virmad didn't even bother to scry Sasha — as far as he's seen, her actions have demonstrated a pretty consistent personality, so he just went by what he remembered her signifier being the first time or two he checked. Ashari's much more unpredictable, so he actually checked.]