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thisavrou2018-02-03 07:52 pm
gridfather) wrote in thisavrou2018-02-03 07:52 pm
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[ Have Flynn, absent his usual smile. He's all-business, and in one of the labs, though the shadowed backdrop of hexagon tiles probably doesn't look terribly familiar. For a moment he's not even looking at the camera, but at something past it, until he drags his attention back. ]
Evening, folks. Gotta skip the pleasantries tonight, I'm afraid- there's something you all need to see.
[ He taps at his ACE, and a beautiful little holo model of their end of the station shimmers into view like a heat mirage. There's the observation deck, the barter block, living quarters, the whole shebang, with tiny points of gold light scattered hither and thither- roughly marking the inhabitants. It turns slowly, a wireframe of cyan light, while he continues, ]
For the past five months, we've been inhabiting this portion of the former Ingress Station, making journeys out into the wider universe via the portal. Much of the structure outside our immediate area isn't in the best shape, so we've been pretty limited when it comes to moving around.
Now, check this out.
[ With an easy gesture, the drag of two fingers, the wireframe pulls back. More of the old station appears, bands of light branching out to form the structure- a massive one at that. Anyone forget how freakin huge this place is? Will get a reminder here. ]
For the past couple of months, I've been working with Erik and Wanda to get a new scanning device up and running- ah, here we go-
[ At a fair distance from their home, the wireframe quits assembling in the air. After that long expanse of nothing in the preceding build, gold pinpoints of light suddenly begin to bloom, lighting up like a Christmas tree. Flynn looks back to the camera, calm still, but for the glint of excitement in his eye. ]
I'll spare you all the technobabble of the how for the moment, but we're not alone on Avagi. We estimate there's maybe a couple hundred people a good two, three days' trek away. We know- or can make a pretty good educated guess -that they're humanoid, like us.
Right now, that's pretty much all we know. I've made a copy of our findings for anyone who wants a closer look.
[ Heyyy, a file pop-up, in the interests of transparency! For a second, though, he looks like he might have more to say, but changes his mind. He adds, ]
So. Who's feeling neighborly?
Evening, folks. Gotta skip the pleasantries tonight, I'm afraid- there's something you all need to see.
[ He taps at his ACE, and a beautiful little holo model of their end of the station shimmers into view like a heat mirage. There's the observation deck, the barter block, living quarters, the whole shebang, with tiny points of gold light scattered hither and thither- roughly marking the inhabitants. It turns slowly, a wireframe of cyan light, while he continues, ]
For the past five months, we've been inhabiting this portion of the former Ingress Station, making journeys out into the wider universe via the portal. Much of the structure outside our immediate area isn't in the best shape, so we've been pretty limited when it comes to moving around.
Now, check this out.
[ With an easy gesture, the drag of two fingers, the wireframe pulls back. More of the old station appears, bands of light branching out to form the structure- a massive one at that. Anyone forget how freakin huge this place is? Will get a reminder here. ]
For the past couple of months, I've been working with Erik and Wanda to get a new scanning device up and running- ah, here we go-
[ At a fair distance from their home, the wireframe quits assembling in the air. After that long expanse of nothing in the preceding build, gold pinpoints of light suddenly begin to bloom, lighting up like a Christmas tree. Flynn looks back to the camera, calm still, but for the glint of excitement in his eye. ]
I'll spare you all the technobabble of the how for the moment, but we're not alone on Avagi. We estimate there's maybe a couple hundred people a good two, three days' trek away. We know- or can make a pretty good educated guess -that they're humanoid, like us.
Right now, that's pretty much all we know. I've made a copy of our findings for anyone who wants a closer look.
[ Heyyy, a file pop-up, in the interests of transparency! For a second, though, he looks like he might have more to say, but changes his mind. He adds, ]
So. Who's feeling neighborly?
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[ musing, ]
At any rate, we should be cautious in our approach.
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We should be very cautious if they are. It's possible they have their same manipulation abilities.
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[And everyone knows how that turned out.]
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[ A murmur, as he glances down at the station model. Ah. The other thing they found out there.
Flynn presses his lips together briefly, considering, and gives his silver beard a few contemplative strokes. He glances back at Nelly. ]
Lavellan, do you mind telling me more about her? And the Intermediaries, if it's not too much trouble.
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Too late now.]
How much do you know? [If Flynn needs to ask, then he probably had never been on the planets, but there's no point in rehashing what he's already learned.]
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Actually, [ he begins, kindly, ]
This might take a little while. Why don't you come by my quarters in a hour? We can compare notes a bit more easily in person.
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[He isn't sure that this conversation would go any more smoothly in person, but the idea does put him more at ease; he doesn't think he'll ever become comfortable of the inherent detachment that comes with using the comms.
So he very much appreciates the suggestion.
And, as promised, he's there at Flynn's door in an hour, trying to come off as relaxed as possible and probably failing.]
I hope you're ready to take notes.
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Meaning what, exactly?
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And what did the intermediaries feel like?