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

so, how much flexibility in layout do we have?

[zuhrovet]

[Can the grid make us a room that temporarily doesn't have a door, or do the Wasp's precursor to variable layout characteristics not have that much flexibility?]

[pengwern]

"Hey, stay awake. Who's going to feed me lies about my brilliant future career if you die?"

There’s a way of checking the health of interrogation targets and boosting it through the augment until you’re done questioning them. Mikodez has used it before, and he tries loading it now. If this was real Istradez, he could tickle her, or drop an entire scallion pancake on her face, but there aren’t any kitchens nearby except in the visitor quarters. They could, however, be cleared of bugs.

As he continues in that direction, Mikodez abandons the notion. He didn't want to test what a hexarch's body double was trained in. It’d be counterproductive to apply the hatchling to Fake Istradez’s person, anyway, given the apparent effects.

His augment wasn’t responding to the command, though it seems to be working fine for everything else. There’s Remi, heading to the Wasp, and really, why won’t this open? Mikodez flicks experimentally at where the augment implants lie on his skull. In the meantime, he starts the questions again, but this time they’re more along the lines of basic knowledge like Istradez’s favorite color, the first sixty digits of pi, the sequence of remembrances in the Month of Pyres, who dropped their pet ferret into their older sister’s candle-making setup…(Not that they ever had a pet ferret.)

The augment still hasn’t activated.

[to GM - sorry! I can leave Istradez to (die) rest in the quarters for the rest of the night, if the hatchling is still around?]

02:60, back in comms

[zuhrovet]

Sasha returns to the communications room with yet another cup of tea. She does indeed have a first installment of calendrical data from Alaric, but before she starts splicing it into the magistrate's files, she wants to spend some time on physical security. She sets the grid to generate text notifications when various categories of object are brought onto the Wasp, or removed from it: notify Sasha, Ashari, and the Kel for weapons, explosives, highly radioactive objects, and augments, notify Sasha, Ashari, the Kel, and the Rahal about lockpicks and exotic technology, notify Sasha for unauthorized devices with grid capability, and send Sasha and the Kel a list of anything the grid can't identify. She programs the lighting in the airlock to turn slightly bluer when anyone besides a crew member has items in the weapons/explosives/radioactive category, and writes Ankat and Kaliyan a note inquiring whether they'd like audible alerts.

Then she checks quickly on the station security monitoring. She thought she was deeply enough embedded in that system that she'd receive any alerts, and there haven't been any. But it can't hurt to triple-check. [OOC: trying to balance the need not to complicate the Mikodez timeline with due diligence.]

APOLOGIES

[smokedetective]

[HEY Y'ALL I'M SO VERY SORRY. I have no excuse for missing out on a lot of this and I feel bad . I've read through a portion of this and am going to try and catch up completely and respond this weekend. ]