(07-22-2018, 03:08 PM)Mamorien Wrote:

(07-22-2018, 01:19 PM)Dartz Wrote: and, after quite a while turing....  it's obvious they're passed the Touring test.

If you'd brought that to Callahan's on a Tuesday night, I believe it would've received the Supreme Accolade. If you ever get out to Key West, you might test whether The Place still holds Punday Nights.

(07-22-2018, 03:08 PM)Mamorien Wrote:

Quote:It'll also make Elizer Yudkowsky piss himself because he hung up on them months before.....

And that's before he finds out that this is in fact the simulation.

Quote:"So, basically, we're copies on Yggdrasil's sandbox page. Or in its pastebin, whatever term you prefer."

(07-22-2018, 03:41 PM)Black Aeronaut Wrote:

(07-22-2018, 03:08 PM)Mamorien Wrote:

(07-22-2018, 01:19 PM)Dartz Wrote: and, after quite a while turing....  it's obvious they're passed the Touring test.

If you'd brought that to Callahan's on a Tuesday night, I believe it would've received the Supreme Accolade. If you ever get out to Key West, you might test whether The Place still holds Punday Nights.

Oh GOD.  FUCKING CALLAHANS.

Okay.  How's this.

Every town that has one of our apartments has a Callahans.

And they're all the same place.

No, really.  If Rob were to walk into the location where he lives, and I walk into the one in San Antonio, we'd suddenly be meeting up at the same bar.

Also, the place seems to go unnoticed by the general rank-and-file.  Only 'special people' really seem to notice it.  Like a Harry Potter wizard's muggle repulsion charm.

However, no matter how carefully done, walking back out the door leaves you in the same place you entered at.  Such is the Magic of Callahans.  Not even the Goddesses are quite sure what to make of this.  However, they aren't ones to let a good thing go to waste.  

Thoughts?

Quote:“FREQUENT. ROUTE. SEVENTY. FIVE. FOR. WEST. COMMERCE. DOWNTOWN.”

Kaname’s eyes fluttered as the mechanical voice echoed in her head.  Why was the bus’s announcement system working in English?  Suddenly, the features all began to register.

This was not one of the buses from her home.

Panic began to rise in her stomach and she forced it back down, because Kaname was a level-headed young lady and there was no way in hell she was about to make a scene and attract undue attention.

“Please remain calm,” said a familiar voice next to her that suddenly made the entire world seem safe once again.

“Sousuke!?” said Kaname, barely keeping it at more than a whisper.  “What is going on?  How long have I been out?”

“Twenty-two minutes from the time I regained consciousness myself.  From what I can understand, we’re somehow in America.  The City of San Antonio, Texas to be exact.”

“... How did this happen?  Was it Amalgam?  Was it... Leonard?”

“Negative.  Had Amalgam or Leonard captured us, I doubt they would have any reason to even simulate this experience.  There is no reason for it.  The only thing I can say for certain is that we are, without a doubt, in America.”

“... So what do we do now?”

“I think it would be best if we pretended to be tourists.  At the very least we’re not wearing our school uniforms, so that won’t stand out.  Though your hair may present an issue.  The only person I’ve seen with your color of hair was an obvious cosmetic application.”

“If anyone asks about it, we’ll just say that I’m that good.”

“... Sufficient.”

“NOW. APPROACHING. FRIO...  FRIO. STREET.  PLEASE EXIT THROUGH THE REAR DOOR.”

“This seems a good place to get off.  Let’s go.”

(07-23-2018, 04:34 AM)Rajvik Wrote: hey, the talk about Callahan's, i dont know that bar/restaurant chain, so i'm going to basically be putting it here in Maguires Irish Pub or rather in the building, does it match even closely?

(07-23-2018, 04:57 AM)Norgarth Wrote:

(07-23-2018, 04:34 AM)Rajvik Wrote: hey, the talk about Callahan's, i dont know that bar/restaurant chain, so i'm going to basically be putting it here in Maguires Irish Pub or rather in the building, does it match even closely?

Thety are referring to a fictional bar: Callahan's Crosstime Saloon from a novel series by Spider Robinson.

Quote:After only a couple of visits, Callahan knew exactly the sort of drink Ben needed.

Jeremiah Weed, double, neat.

Ben took the shot and kept right on going without missing a beat.

"To my ridiculous, outrageous love life, and the fucked up luck it has."  In one smooth motion, he drained the glass, and then sent it to the fireplace where it shattered in an almost musical tone.

Ben then went to take a seat at the bar, where Callahan already had a cold pint of Angry Orchard waiting for him.

The rest of the patrons looked on in mild surprise as Ben's pull on that glass didn't stop until it was empty.  Callahan was on the ball and had another one waiting for him by the time Ben set the empty tumbler firmly down onto the bar.  This time, though, Ben only sipped, letting the sweet and crisp hard cider linger on his tongue before taking it down the hatch.

"Jesus, Ben," said Jake Stonebender as he eyed the younger man with concern.  "You sure you should be going at it like that on your anti-depressants?"

Ben, though, waved it off.  "Haven't taken any for the last twenty-four hours just so I can do this."

"Okay, this is serious kid.  What the hell's eating you?  Girl troubles?"

Ben chuckled in a tired, hysterical way.  "Oh great googly moogly is there ever.  A good number of the underage girls in my care have suddenly declared their feelings for me.  Which then prompted a brawl.  Do you have any idea what a knock-down-drag-out fight between teenage girls looks like when all of them can punch out a main battle tank?"

The stylus in the jukebox suddenly dragged across the single it was playing and fell silent as the rest of the room's occupants looked at Ben in surprise.  Even 'Slippery' Joe Maser, known bigamist with two wives (who were quite happy with the arrangement, thank you very much) was not immune - mostly because the word 'underage' had been dropped.  The bit about their super powers didn't help, either.

"This is just so typical for me, you know?  Hardly any women would ever give me a second look.  Like as if I got this sign over my head that reads 'Damaged Goods - Buyer Beware'.  But the little ones?  They don't see that.  I mean, yes, they know I'm hurt.  But instead of avoiding me, they want to make me feel better instead!  I mean, sure, I honestly appreciate the sentiment.  I mean that unironically.  I am truly touched that they care about me that much.  But the average age for these girls is FOURTEEN YEARS OLD.  I like my ladies a bit on the young side, but what the holy hell!?"

"Well," said Jake slowly.  "You can wait, can't ya?  I mean, they ain't gonna stay fourteen forever."

Ben really did laugh hysterically this time.  "oh man oh man oh man, this is so fucking rich.  You guys are gonna fucking love this shit.  Some of them actually can stay that young because they're technically liches."  At that point, even Callahan nearly dropped the tumbler he was polishing as horrified gasps made their way around the bar.  "They made a deal with a devil thinking they were gonna make the world a better place and their own souls got put in these gemstones.  You can put a .44 magnum through one of them and they'll just use their magic abilities to repair the damage, because that's all it is - just damage!"

"Okay kid, calm down a bit.  We're gonna talk this out, okay?  You know you've been one of us ever since you walked in that door and tipped your hat to Ralph."

"S'why I came here, Jake.  That, and the Angry Orchard."  Callahan, good man that he is, already had yet another pint of the hard cider waiting for him the moment Ben set the empty one down.

"He definitely has good taste," said Callahan.  "Shame about the girl thing, though.  You sure that waiting will be an issue?"

Ben sighed and took a pull from the fresh pint.  "S'not quite as cut and dry.  My thing is that I'm big on physical affection.  Sure, someone can say they love you.  But for me, it's not real until it 'feels' real.  And in today's society I can't even give them a hug without looking like a pedophile and a child predator."

"You go ahead and drink up, Ben," said Callahan as he reached over and patted Ben on the shoulder.  "Just promise us that as soon as your sober up in the morning that you'll be back on your meds."

"No problem, Cal," said Ben with a wan smile on his face.  "Believe me, I know the drugs work.  Thank God for small miracles."

Quote:Rob looked up from his rum-and-cola. "And here I thought I had it bad. My toast was going to be 'to an overabundance of love'."

"What, you too?"

"Yeah, Ben. Only two of my lovely ladies have declared their love for me, though, although they did it at the same time while sitting beside each other. And they've both agreed to wait until they're of age before we do anything more than hug." He turned to Jake. "And they are able to grow up, unlike Ben's admirers."

Jake looked at Rob, then at Ben. Rob was easily Ben's senior by over a decade. "What do the two of you think of these girls?" he asked.

"I can't speak for Ben," Rob answered, "but I know I love both of my girls - my girlfriends, I should say - very much. I love all the girls, but not the way I love these two."

"Do you mind me asking who ...?" Ben started.

"Sorry, Ben, but I do mind. We promised we wouldn't tell everybody just yet."

Tom stopped passing pints to Mike and looked at Rob from behind the bar. "Secret love? You're just asking for heartbreak, sir."

Rob didn't answer.

(07-23-2018, 02:54 PM)Labster Wrote: I was thinking of asking "What's a Callahans?" but I waited for some other sucker to do it first.  Looks like I've got another book to read.

(07-23-2018, 02:54 PM)Labster Wrote: I'm not sure exactly how my group would interact with the place -- I don't drink alcohol so I doubt my SI would wander in, and most of my tenants wouldn't either.  Kaorin might, but she's just a skosh too young.  Probably all of the people from Aria drink wine, even Alice, but a pub is not exactly their scene.  Maybe via Sonomi -- not because she especially likes drinking -- but because she will have done a lot of it due to being a business executive.