Dartz: Telling the truth was half for the lulz, and half to see if they'd believe it. Since it didn't work, I shifted to a more believable lie. Oh, and I never said I teleported- I said that a friend of mine teleported me, and that I was from an non-administrated world (implying that I'm not a mage, and therefore couldn't get there or back on my own).
The bit about a game of cards was a bit much, though, so I've edited the last snippet a bit. Story-me now just suggests that his friend messed up the teleport because he was drunk, and does mention the time he's been there.
I'm sort of trying to make this convo feel like a cop catching a teenager drunk driving... only the teenager is a mage, and the guy he found wasn't the guy doing the magic. If he was more important to the plot, I'd work in a bit of backstory about how Piros spent ten years as a law enforcement mage for/trained by the Belkan Saint Church, and has had to deal with ENTIRELY TOO MANY drunk kids abusing teleport spells. He isn't, though, so I didn't.
CD: He can tell fairly easily that my tech isn't the sort of stuff you find on administrated worlds, and that I've been here for a while. Between how dirty I am, my beard, and the condition of my car and clothes, my claim of being stranded here is fairly believable.
As for why his opposition were here, :3.
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Entry 13 (Day 6)
For the sake of posterity, I should mention that Nanohaverse teleportation isn't quite instant. In objective time, I'm given to understand it takes at least three seconds. Subjectively, I can confirm that, and really should record that you're aware of being where you started, where you're going, and being stretched out across the intervening distance, all at once, for the duration of the translation.
It's quite an interesting experience. I don't recommend it.
Once I realized that we were teleporting out, I'd dredged up everything I could remember about dimensional starships. It wasn't much help. I did remember that the Arthra (or was it Asura? I can't remember) had a teleporter on the bridge, but that didn't really seem like a smart place to send us. If I were designing the ship, I'd have the teleporter in an easily-secured room, just in case.
When we appeared in the middle of a veritable maze of boxes, I was rather surprised. Looking around a bit, I realized a few important things; namely, that standardized shipping containers looked the same no matter where you were, and that whoever ran the teleporters around here was nice enough to bring my car along. Given those facts, the INCREDIBLE POWER OF LOGIC suggested that they just beamed us up wholesale into their cargo hold, probably because it was the best place to put the car.
For a minute or so, I amused myself with the mental image of a mud-spattered coupe appearing on the nice, clean bridge of a dimensional ship. Even as I type this, the concept makes me chuckle.
Speaking of teleporting to the bridge, guess where Enforcer Lancia took me, and how we got there?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
The bit about a game of cards was a bit much, though, so I've edited the last snippet a bit. Story-me now just suggests that his friend messed up the teleport because he was drunk, and does mention the time he's been there.
I'm sort of trying to make this convo feel like a cop catching a teenager drunk driving... only the teenager is a mage, and the guy he found wasn't the guy doing the magic. If he was more important to the plot, I'd work in a bit of backstory about how Piros spent ten years as a law enforcement mage for/trained by the Belkan Saint Church, and has had to deal with ENTIRELY TOO MANY drunk kids abusing teleport spells. He isn't, though, so I didn't.
CD: He can tell fairly easily that my tech isn't the sort of stuff you find on administrated worlds, and that I've been here for a while. Between how dirty I am, my beard, and the condition of my car and clothes, my claim of being stranded here is fairly believable.
As for why his opposition were here, :3.
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Entry 13 (Day 6)
For the sake of posterity, I should mention that Nanohaverse teleportation isn't quite instant. In objective time, I'm given to understand it takes at least three seconds. Subjectively, I can confirm that, and really should record that you're aware of being where you started, where you're going, and being stretched out across the intervening distance, all at once, for the duration of the translation.
It's quite an interesting experience. I don't recommend it.
Once I realized that we were teleporting out, I'd dredged up everything I could remember about dimensional starships. It wasn't much help. I did remember that the Arthra (or was it Asura? I can't remember) had a teleporter on the bridge, but that didn't really seem like a smart place to send us. If I were designing the ship, I'd have the teleporter in an easily-secured room, just in case.
When we appeared in the middle of a veritable maze of boxes, I was rather surprised. Looking around a bit, I realized a few important things; namely, that standardized shipping containers looked the same no matter where you were, and that whoever ran the teleporters around here was nice enough to bring my car along. Given those facts, the INCREDIBLE POWER OF LOGIC suggested that they just beamed us up wholesale into their cargo hold, probably because it was the best place to put the car.
For a minute or so, I amused myself with the mental image of a mud-spattered coupe appearing on the nice, clean bridge of a dimensional ship. Even as I type this, the concept makes me chuckle.
Speaking of teleporting to the bridge, guess where Enforcer Lancia took me, and how we got there?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.