Right to the t, it seems. [ he reaches up and taps himself under one eye - at least he's noticed the changes? honestly. it's kind of a miracle he has. ]
Great minds and something like it, I suppose. Care for a cup of tea?
I'm not sure that's quite what the source is, but, sure. We'll go with that.
[ her tails have a sort of... watery effect? like looking at the surface of a pond. but she flicks them aside and waves for one of the server robots to come rolling over. ]
They have a variety of teas. Strong, sweet, bitter... whatever your metaphorical poison.
Margaret introduced me to something called a 'matcha latte' I quite enjoyed, but perhaps I'll be less adventurous this time around.
[ he will go peer at the bnnuy... and orders the equivalent of like. i don't know an earl grey? he's fantasy catholic. he'll get two of those, with milk and sugar. he pats it on the head as it leaves, and his fox ears flick forward as it does.
they tend to be on a swivel, adrastea may notice: constantly observing. ]
This place is quite charming. Was it always like this?
Lattes are a little too sweet for me, personally. Even with matcha - though I imagine with that it would be quite good. Though I don't dislike sweets, they're just addictive.
[ she'll make sure that her tea is particularly strong, foregoing any cream or sugar in it. but she does order something that looks like a lil hand pie, booping the bnnuy bot on the screen nose in thanks.
her ears are also twitchy, swiveling towards sounds. same hat. ]
It's always been rather cute like this, but the teacup seats are a new addition. The drones renovated the counter if I remember correctly.
[ as if temenos is any better but he acknowledges this??? he's not supposed to be cute.
he takes his tea and begins putting sugar in it because this is just the kind of person that he is, though it is far less than he puts in his coffee. there is that. small mercies!! ]
All jokes aside, I did want to ask you about a few things, if you've the time. Can you tell me about the HERMES system?
[ unbothered, though, as she takes a sip of her bracing tea, eyes closed. at (partial) peace, crops watered, wetware face panels repaired, skin flourishing. she does blink them open, after, and they make a soft whirring noise as the foci sharpen their attention on him again. ]
It's not part of Nut & Bolt, but it's a service offered on an intergalactic level. Anonymous messages thrown off into the stars for others to read. There are terminals on the ship and various planets, so an I.R.I.S. setup isn't necessary to post to it. Just makes it easier for passengers and crew to post to it if you have one active.
But you're wanting to talk about the more unusual messages, yes? I saw a few.
[ he's not surprised. adrastea's quick - temenos likes that about her. he reaches to pull up the HERMES on his iris, more deftly than before, and scrolls the messages for a little while. ]
There's quite a few I'd like to discuss, but I want to focus in specifically about one, for the moment. What can you tell me about a storm?
reaches up, touching her fingertips to her forehead, brow pinching slightly. ]
... storms are fairly common phenomenon in space. They vary - cause, size, type, duration, threat level. What we went to clear up, by finding the heartseed, was a storm, on our route from Stirhira to Anoria.
Was there something posted to HERMES regarding one in particular..?
There was, but much of it was hard to read - as if the message was lost. [ he doesn't spend much time on this statement, moving on quickly. ] Were there any major storms weathered by the Eudora before we arrived?
[ she's silent for a long moment, applying more pressure like she's trying to work a mounting tension headache out. ]
Not one that I remember. But we're starting to learn that we're not remembering quite a few things from the three months we've been on board the Eudora, and just trying to think about it is splitting my skull.
[ but adrastea has never met a pain that she couldn't either master or enjoy, so. she mans through it. ]
Which means that there probably was, if I had to guess.
Back home, there are a number of things. Spiritual beings, the gods themselves, anomalies in places where the leylines are closest to the surface or even horribly damaged. Places of power and disaster.
Here? Here, I don't know. The storms themselves, maybe, or something that is just - gone. Gone with the storms.
No, unlikely. [ whether she also doubts that or just refuses it. or both. ] More that nothing comes to mind, along with whatever storm or storms that the HER-MES message might be referring to - but a lock will always have a key, whether you find the original or you must make one yourself.
But, let's not cause ourselves damage to the brain right away. We can thread the needle delicately - find our way around the source. I've been talking with a few of the others, and they've been able to give me a touch of information, though it's piecemeal. Baby steps before a battering ram.
[ it makes her laugh to hear him say that, which helps to soothe some of the headache that's throbbing - well, everywhere. ]
No, I don't often expend more energy than is necessary if I can help it. I do my job, but I'll work in bursts. When things are less pressing, more calm, I'm content to nap.
[ but, anyways. ]
There's things out there, from what I understand, but... it just needs to reach us. I'd rather it reach you all, first, though. Much as I thrive off information, and would be glad to have it, I would be more at ease to know that you all had seen it and knew of it, first. In the meantime, I'll be doing my own hunting.
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Right to the t, it seems. [ he reaches up and taps himself under one eye - at least he's noticed the changes? honestly. it's kind of a miracle he has. ]
Great minds and something like it, I suppose. Care for a cup of tea?
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[ her tails have a sort of... watery effect? like looking at the surface of a pond. but she flicks them aside and waves for one of the server robots to come rolling over. ]
They have a variety of teas. Strong, sweet, bitter... whatever your metaphorical poison.
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[ he will go peer at the bnnuy... and orders the equivalent of like. i don't know an earl grey? he's fantasy catholic. he'll get two of those, with milk and sugar. he pats it on the head as it leaves, and his fox ears flick forward as it does.
they tend to be on a swivel, adrastea may notice: constantly observing. ]
This place is quite charming. Was it always like this?
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[ she'll make sure that her tea is particularly strong, foregoing any cream or sugar in it. but she does order something that looks like a lil hand pie, booping the bnnuy bot on the screen nose in thanks.
her ears are also twitchy, swiveling towards sounds. same hat. ]
It's always been rather cute like this, but the teacup seats are a new addition. The drones renovated the counter if I remember correctly.
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[ as if temenos is any better but he acknowledges this??? he's not supposed to be cute.
he takes his tea and begins putting sugar in it because this is just the kind of person that he is, though it is far less than he puts in his coffee. there is that. small mercies!! ]
All jokes aside, I did want to ask you about a few things, if you've the time. Can you tell me about the HERMES system?
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[ unbothered, though, as she takes a sip of her bracing tea, eyes closed. at (partial) peace, crops watered, wetware face panels repaired, skin flourishing. she does blink them open, after, and they make a soft whirring noise as the foci sharpen their attention on him again. ]
It's not part of Nut & Bolt, but it's a service offered on an intergalactic level. Anonymous messages thrown off into the stars for others to read. There are terminals on the ship and various planets, so an I.R.I.S. setup isn't necessary to post to it. Just makes it easier for passengers and crew to post to it if you have one active.
But you're wanting to talk about the more unusual messages, yes? I saw a few.
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[ he's not surprised. adrastea's quick - temenos likes that about her. he reaches to pull up the HERMES on his iris, more deftly than before, and scrolls the messages for a little while. ]
There's quite a few I'd like to discuss, but I want to focus in specifically about one, for the moment. What can you tell me about a storm?
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reaches up, touching her fingertips to her forehead, brow pinching slightly. ]
... storms are fairly common phenomenon in space. They vary - cause, size, type, duration, threat level. What we went to clear up, by finding the heartseed, was a storm, on our route from Stirhira to Anoria.
Was there something posted to HERMES regarding one in particular..?
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There was, but much of it was hard to read - as if the message was lost. [ he doesn't spend much time on this statement, moving on quickly. ] Were there any major storms weathered by the Eudora before we arrived?
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[ she's silent for a long moment, applying more pressure like she's trying to work a mounting tension headache out. ]
Not one that I remember. But we're starting to learn that we're not remembering quite a few things from the three months we've been on board the Eudora, and just trying to think about it is splitting my skull.
[ but adrastea has never met a pain that she couldn't either master or enjoy, so. she mans through it. ]
Which means that there probably was, if I had to guess.
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I agree. It likely means there's far much more than that.
[ hrm. ]
What could possibly manipulate your memories, do you think?
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Here? Here, I don't know. The storms themselves, maybe, or something that is just - gone. Gone with the storms.
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[ hmmm.... ]
... I doubt that. [ yeah of course you do ] Why would there be such a mental block, if there was nothing to be found?
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Or break the lock itself.
If we must brute force it, so be it.
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[ hehe. ]
But, let's not cause ourselves damage to the brain right away. We can thread the needle delicately - find our way around the source. I've been talking with a few of the others, and they've been able to give me a touch of information, though it's piecemeal. Baby steps before a battering ram.
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No, I don't often expend more energy than is necessary if I can help it. I do my job, but I'll work in bursts. When things are less pressing, more calm, I'm content to nap.
[ but, anyways. ]
There's things out there, from what I understand, but... it just needs to reach us. I'd rather it reach you all, first, though. Much as I thrive off information, and would be glad to have it, I would be more at ease to know that you all had seen it and knew of it, first. In the meantime, I'll be doing my own hunting.