Rob: I prefer to think of my Device as more the independent freighter captain type, myself. That, a robot, or a heavy weapon.
Seraviel: YES. EXACTLY... except now I'm figuring out how to cast the spells that makes the peoples fall up, or sideways, or...
Regarding The IT Crisis: Malfunctioning server room AC. Exactly as bad as it sounds, but it seems to function now.
Regarding Barry Manilow: What does he have to do with a Black Mage reference?
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The lab never truly slept. There was always something going on, someplace inside the cavernous complex, no matter the time of day. Much of the time, that 'something' involved unspeakable blasphemies against the laws of man and nature. Even after Jail retired for the night, though, the machines in the bowels of the complex toiled tirelessly, churning out gadget drones by the hundreds.
Even though the lab never slept, it did have a day/night cycle to it. At 1600 Mid Standard time every day, the lights dimmed down, and the loudest of the machines quieted down to a less carrying din. Most of us retired for the night soon after that, unless missions or training made that impossible.
I'm usually an exception. Between Tre and my own intensive training, I'm often up at all hours, day and night. Even on days when I end my training early, I find myself wandering the complex, too awake to fall asleep easily.
Tonight was one of those nights.
After a nice, aimless stroll through the lower levels, looking at nothing in particular, I found myself headed back up into terra cognita- specifically, the doctor's main lab. I'd sort of made a habit of coming back here at the ends of my walks, looking at the walls and thinking about my sisters-to-be, right before going back to my room. Tonight was no different.
What was different this time was that I wasn't alone. When the door opened, I was greeted by the cheerful beeping of one of my sister's keyboards.
"...Uno?! What are you doing awake?"
Uno spared me a glance, before turning back to her console. "Imma. I could ask you the same question."
I nodded. "Very true... but I asked first."
She nodded, not taking her eyes off her work. "True." After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again. "I live by a set of rules, Imma. One of them is that I rest when my work for the day is complete. Today's work was uncommonly long- nothing more."
That... makes sense. For what we are, and what we can do, that's a fairly practical way to do things. "You really have that much to do? I know you're the doctor's assistant- is there more to that than helping him work and handling communications?"
Uno sighed, cupping her head in her hands. "...you really don't know, do you?"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Seraviel: YES. EXACTLY... except now I'm figuring out how to cast the spells that makes the peoples fall up, or sideways, or...
Regarding The IT Crisis: Malfunctioning server room AC. Exactly as bad as it sounds, but it seems to function now.
Regarding Barry Manilow: What does he have to do with a Black Mage reference?
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The lab never truly slept. There was always something going on, someplace inside the cavernous complex, no matter the time of day. Much of the time, that 'something' involved unspeakable blasphemies against the laws of man and nature. Even after Jail retired for the night, though, the machines in the bowels of the complex toiled tirelessly, churning out gadget drones by the hundreds.
Even though the lab never slept, it did have a day/night cycle to it. At 1600 Mid Standard time every day, the lights dimmed down, and the loudest of the machines quieted down to a less carrying din. Most of us retired for the night soon after that, unless missions or training made that impossible.
I'm usually an exception. Between Tre and my own intensive training, I'm often up at all hours, day and night. Even on days when I end my training early, I find myself wandering the complex, too awake to fall asleep easily.
Tonight was one of those nights.
After a nice, aimless stroll through the lower levels, looking at nothing in particular, I found myself headed back up into terra cognita- specifically, the doctor's main lab. I'd sort of made a habit of coming back here at the ends of my walks, looking at the walls and thinking about my sisters-to-be, right before going back to my room. Tonight was no different.
What was different this time was that I wasn't alone. When the door opened, I was greeted by the cheerful beeping of one of my sister's keyboards.
"...Uno?! What are you doing awake?"
Uno spared me a glance, before turning back to her console. "Imma. I could ask you the same question."
I nodded. "Very true... but I asked first."
She nodded, not taking her eyes off her work. "True." After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again. "I live by a set of rules, Imma. One of them is that I rest when my work for the day is complete. Today's work was uncommonly long- nothing more."
That... makes sense. For what we are, and what we can do, that's a fairly practical way to do things. "You really have that much to do? I know you're the doctor's assistant- is there more to that than helping him work and handling communications?"
Uno sighed, cupping her head in her hands. "...you really don't know, do you?"
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.