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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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With little effort, Cynthia was able to catch the bottle that the loud-mouthed and "most likely to be drunk almost all hours of the day" one had thrown to her. She took a look at it and placed it down on the ground, her index and middle fingers hooking around the very top of the bottle so it would touch the floor without any airtime. She didn't care too much about one of the doctor's porn cache. Like most others, she took had attractions to people, but she cared more about her guns and weapons than actual people. Fixing problems with guns with personalities was much easier than fixing problems with people.
As she listened in on the pseudo-conversation that Tank and Nic were having, she cast the latter one an innocent look as he feet dangled from the edge of the bed. "So The Mother's also good at acting?" She turned to one of the walls and chuckled silently to herself. "Wow, I knew she was a badass with chops, but that..." She then shrugged to herself, casting another glance at Nic before looking to Tank. "Nevermind." She stated simply. "Booze and disparity can make anyone see an amateur as a porn star. She probably didn't even need to act." She waved her hand and smiled to both the people in the room with her and herself. Once more she chuckled, her eyes flickering to the door just moments before a woman in a white coat walked in and set a little clipboard down.
The woman looked to the two men in the room expectantly. "I'm here for the evaluation, boys." She then looked to Cynthia, who smiled that childish smile of hers while the doctor ushered Nic and Tank out. "You're not missing anything, Mister Cale. I'm sure that Mister Iron-Root can escort you to the nearest ashtray or open bottle."
Before Tank could feel too good about Nic being pressed on by two people, the doctor looked to Tank and shot him a smirk, her fingers moving to play with the little tag that hung at the breast of her coat. "And what were you saying about a Doctor Landers? Are you implying that I don't live and work here just as you do?"
It was a start, Marcus made sure to have that stated within his mind. Ravenia let them in to talk. After quite some time of badgering, bickering, persuading, and bugging, but she did let them in. Now she was drinking tea. With the tea settling in her stomach, her body would realize that it needed more of something, and that was where the food came in. Once she ate food, the body would decide that it needed to burn and store the nutrients in some way, shape or form, which is where sleeping came into play. Julias, Tobias, The Harpies, Marcus needed everyone in to help Ravenia on her road to recovery. Of course, Tobias would have to do most of the talking, and the walking since Marcus needed to keep an eye on the gate as much as he could. Now was the exception, but the only exception as far as he could see. He didn't want her to see that they didn't need her anymore, Marcus wanted Ravenia to see that she was allowed to rest, allowed to eat, drink, care worry, win, and lose, just like everyone else. She was still a person, and she deserved all of those things just as he and Tobias did.
As she listened in on the pseudo-conversation that Tank and Nic were having, she cast the latter one an innocent look as he feet dangled from the edge of the bed. "So The Mother's also good at acting?" She turned to one of the walls and chuckled silently to herself. "Wow, I knew she was a badass with chops, but that..." She then shrugged to herself, casting another glance at Nic before looking to Tank. "Nevermind." She stated simply. "Booze and disparity can make anyone see an amateur as a porn star. She probably didn't even need to act." She waved her hand and smiled to both the people in the room with her and herself. Once more she chuckled, her eyes flickering to the door just moments before a woman in a white coat walked in and set a little clipboard down.
The woman looked to the two men in the room expectantly. "I'm here for the evaluation, boys." She then looked to Cynthia, who smiled that childish smile of hers while the doctor ushered Nic and Tank out. "You're not missing anything, Mister Cale. I'm sure that Mister Iron-Root can escort you to the nearest ashtray or open bottle."
Before Tank could feel too good about Nic being pressed on by two people, the doctor looked to Tank and shot him a smirk, her fingers moving to play with the little tag that hung at the breast of her coat. "And what were you saying about a Doctor Landers? Are you implying that I don't live and work here just as you do?"
It was a start, Marcus made sure to have that stated within his mind. Ravenia let them in to talk. After quite some time of badgering, bickering, persuading, and bugging, but she did let them in. Now she was drinking tea. With the tea settling in her stomach, her body would realize that it needed more of something, and that was where the food came in. Once she ate food, the body would decide that it needed to burn and store the nutrients in some way, shape or form, which is where sleeping came into play. Julias, Tobias, The Harpies, Marcus needed everyone in to help Ravenia on her road to recovery. Of course, Tobias would have to do most of the talking, and the walking since Marcus needed to keep an eye on the gate as much as he could. Now was the exception, but the only exception as far as he could see. He didn't want her to see that they didn't need her anymore, Marcus wanted Ravenia to see that she was allowed to rest, allowed to eat, drink, care worry, win, and lose, just like everyone else. She was still a person, and she deserved all of those things just as he and Tobias did.
@Orlanits been a few months since the merge happened, let the normal occupants get used to the vault staff and everything before the decision to open the doors was made.
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The little figure that floated around immediately came to a halt in the air as a string of commands were sent its way. Open receiving the commands, another string was set fourth.
The minicon moved to Nightscream and was quick to connect to the decepticon, doing as it was ordered to do and transfer all mission logs and additional files over to her. Soundwave's pet was also instructed with giving Nightscream the additional files, which it did without question. He was almost completely sure that Nightscream was still alive, and only two two of them knew how to properly use the Minicons, especially laserbeak.
There was little that Prism could say at the moment, after having watched Sklog fall out of the sky and Nightscream still refusing to land to speak to the rest of them. She needed them all here to discuss further matters, but she supposed that she wouldn't mind telling things to Sklog first, then repeating them to Nighscream once she finally decided to come about.
"So, big guy." She looked to Sklog, not seeming to care that he had just fallen out of the sky. "The Junkions want to help move Prime to Iacon, but in exchange for scraps. And they promise not to take any valuable artifacts. I think I'm going to oversee what they take and grade it myself so they don't accidentally take anything. Your thoughts?"
The little figure that floated around immediately came to a halt in the air as a string of commands were sent its way. Open receiving the commands, another string was set fourth.
run: scan.exe;
'nightscream' located;
docking...;
file transfer initialized;
additional files available for transferThe minicon moved to Nightscream and was quick to connect to the decepticon, doing as it was ordered to do and transfer all mission logs and additional files over to her. Soundwave's pet was also instructed with giving Nightscream the additional files, which it did without question. He was almost completely sure that Nightscream was still alive, and only two two of them knew how to properly use the Minicons, especially laserbeak.
There was little that Prism could say at the moment, after having watched Sklog fall out of the sky and Nightscream still refusing to land to speak to the rest of them. She needed them all here to discuss further matters, but she supposed that she wouldn't mind telling things to Sklog first, then repeating them to Nighscream once she finally decided to come about.
"So, big guy." She looked to Sklog, not seeming to care that he had just fallen out of the sky. "The Junkions want to help move Prime to Iacon, but in exchange for scraps. And they promise not to take any valuable artifacts. I think I'm going to oversee what they take and grade it myself so they don't accidentally take anything. Your thoughts?"
@ChronothesisI tend to get around... lol
GEM DATING SHOW
In which a more Homeworld oriented (essentially more peridot-like) Sodalite picks up on the human fanatic habits of pairing two (or more) human beings together for optimal performance and prosperity, and then starts watching the hilarity that is HUman dating shows.
Oh, those humans and their wacky gimmicks to place synchronized people together with the people their misguided minds think they want. There will be none of that here. Akin to the Shipping wall used in the webcomic known as Homestuck, Sodalite has devised her own personal relationship chart, comparing every gem that she currently knows and what she knows about them (which is nearly everything mind you for Sodalite knows all).
Each of the so-called "Challenges" (She names loosely for soon to be mentioned reasons) are specifically designed in such an elaborate way that it will slowly push together the people that she believes that will work the absolute best with one another. Who she feels should be together and who would work best with one another are synonymous in her mind.
Aquamarine and Bloodstone? Those two perform best at the "Truth or Scare" challenge, due to their long history and Sodalite's secret desire to help patch up the battered relationship between the two.
Mars and Candice need no pushing. Just let them stand awkwardly next to one another long enough and something is bound to happen.
Evenkite and Amber? While not a romantic relationship like most of the others, Amber's eagerness and open cooperativity(?) helps balance Eve's lackthereof.
Why not have Mayor Coss and his wife and son on the show as well? Show the world that this mayor is a tough cookie who cares for his family and will do anything to protect them.
Just Have Gilles there as her co-host to make jokes in other languages with her.
And of course, the best ship in all the lands (Besides Sodalite and her closeness to Eve and the occasional heart-wrenching strain between the two because she's the host and she can't get that kind of self-indulgence) is none other than...
SODALITE AND SODALITE!!
In which a more Homeworld oriented (essentially more peridot-like) Sodalite picks up on the human fanatic habits of pairing two (or more) human beings together for optimal performance and prosperity, and then starts watching the hilarity that is HUman dating shows.
Oh, those humans and their wacky gimmicks to place synchronized people together with the people their misguided minds think they want. There will be none of that here. Akin to the Shipping wall used in the webcomic known as Homestuck, Sodalite has devised her own personal relationship chart, comparing every gem that she currently knows and what she knows about them (which is nearly everything mind you for Sodalite knows all).
Each of the so-called "Challenges" (She names loosely for soon to be mentioned reasons) are specifically designed in such an elaborate way that it will slowly push together the people that she believes that will work the absolute best with one another. Who she feels should be together and who would work best with one another are synonymous in her mind.
Aquamarine and Bloodstone? Those two perform best at the "Truth or Scare" challenge, due to their long history and Sodalite's secret desire to help patch up the battered relationship between the two.
Mars and Candice need no pushing. Just let them stand awkwardly next to one another long enough and something is bound to happen.
Evenkite and Amber? While not a romantic relationship like most of the others, Amber's eagerness and open cooperativity(?) helps balance Eve's lackthereof.
Why not have Mayor Coss and his wife and son on the show as well? Show the world that this mayor is a tough cookie who cares for his family and will do anything to protect them.
Just Have Gilles there as her co-host to make jokes in other languages with her.
And of course, the best ship in all the lands (Besides Sodalite and her closeness to Eve and the occasional heart-wrenching strain between the two because she's the host and she can't get that kind of self-indulgence) is none other than...
SODALITE AND SODALITE!!
I'm here, was just waiting to see if we could get one or two more posters first
During his wait, Brendon had ordered some sushi and water for himself, and another cup for Jessica when she would eventually arrive. "Yeah, yeah." He spoke idly in return of hearing about her own life and job, and bid her a short goodbye before she hung up on him. It was nice to know that her medical career was doing well. Even Nurses made better money than teachers did in the area, but he was sure that she wasn't in it for the money, just as he wasn't teaching for the money. Both of their jobs were being there for the people that needed them. Brendon taught people and gave them information and lessons about the fields that they wanted to go to in the years to come, and Jessica helped the ill alongside doctors.
it wasn't too terribly long before Jessica eventually arrived at the little cafe. Upon seeing her through the window, Brendon stood up and neared the door to welcome her. However, he was not at all prepared for the sudden embrace. "Oh-hey!" He let out, his arms carefully and hesitantly wrapping around his old friend, still surprised by the seemingly random hug that had been brought upon him. "No problem." Brendon said to her while she let go and found a seat near his own. He sat back down in his seat and looked at Jessica, watching as she presented to him the watch in question. While the picture of the watch did a good job of capturing its appearance, the watch in person seemed almost unreal. The shine of the metals and the workings and shapes seemed too spectacular and shiny for something designed to seem much older than what he believed it to be.
With equal slowness, Brendon reached forward to take the watch from her, looking at it ans inspecting it from all possible angles with the light aimed inside as best he could. The octagonal shape reminded him of old european sailing compasses, which normally had a similar box shape and inner dome. However, the main difference was that this watch had smaller dials and wheels inside, and multiple, tiny buttons. As his fingers trailed along them, he could feel small shapes etched into them with care. Five buttons in a single line, facing straight up along the 'north-eastern' edge of the watch, all held different marks from one another. The topmost one had a small triangle which pointed to the left, the button below it had a small circle on the top of the already circular button. The one below that had a square, and the final one had another triangle pointing to the right. There was also a button the center clock of the watch, where the minute and the hour arms met. The center button was completely unmarked, however.
He was careful with it, but he dared pushing the topmost button first. His thumb slid to the golden button in silence, pushing it down with delecate care and watching while half of the little dials on the watch spun backwards, the smaller ones faster than the larger. There seemed to be three of four dials that spun, if Brendon could keep track of them all. Only two spun backwards before he let go of the button. He then dared push the square marked button and then hit the top button again, confirming his thoughts of how it seemed to work.
It was rather interesting for him. The center let the outermost buttons spin what he believed to be the main two dials forward and backward, and dubbed those two buttons the forward and backward buttons, respectively, of course. The two buttons next to the center button shifted control to one of the two other dials. Those other dials seemed to coordinate with longitude and latitude, and the main two dials seemed for time. He didn't understand why a pocket watch would need latitude and longitude. It didn't have a GPS, and certainly no such thing would have existed during the time of its suspected creation. Whatever the purpose was, he aligned the longitude and latitude with the general location of a northern sect of islands in Japan. He then reset the location to Seattle and reset the time as well after checking his own phone for the exact time.
"Well." He said with uncertainty. He set the watch back down and slid it back to Jessica. "I don't really know what to say. I mean I guess I could look at it some more if you want me to, but it looks to be just another experimental watch from back in the say. European, possibly, maybe even early, early German, but I can't be too sure. The mechanisms are ahead of the time I think it'd be from, but some geniuses were like that."
it wasn't too terribly long before Jessica eventually arrived at the little cafe. Upon seeing her through the window, Brendon stood up and neared the door to welcome her. However, he was not at all prepared for the sudden embrace. "Oh-hey!" He let out, his arms carefully and hesitantly wrapping around his old friend, still surprised by the seemingly random hug that had been brought upon him. "No problem." Brendon said to her while she let go and found a seat near his own. He sat back down in his seat and looked at Jessica, watching as she presented to him the watch in question. While the picture of the watch did a good job of capturing its appearance, the watch in person seemed almost unreal. The shine of the metals and the workings and shapes seemed too spectacular and shiny for something designed to seem much older than what he believed it to be.
With equal slowness, Brendon reached forward to take the watch from her, looking at it ans inspecting it from all possible angles with the light aimed inside as best he could. The octagonal shape reminded him of old european sailing compasses, which normally had a similar box shape and inner dome. However, the main difference was that this watch had smaller dials and wheels inside, and multiple, tiny buttons. As his fingers trailed along them, he could feel small shapes etched into them with care. Five buttons in a single line, facing straight up along the 'north-eastern' edge of the watch, all held different marks from one another. The topmost one had a small triangle which pointed to the left, the button below it had a small circle on the top of the already circular button. The one below that had a square, and the final one had another triangle pointing to the right. There was also a button the center clock of the watch, where the minute and the hour arms met. The center button was completely unmarked, however.
He was careful with it, but he dared pushing the topmost button first. His thumb slid to the golden button in silence, pushing it down with delecate care and watching while half of the little dials on the watch spun backwards, the smaller ones faster than the larger. There seemed to be three of four dials that spun, if Brendon could keep track of them all. Only two spun backwards before he let go of the button. He then dared push the square marked button and then hit the top button again, confirming his thoughts of how it seemed to work.
It was rather interesting for him. The center let the outermost buttons spin what he believed to be the main two dials forward and backward, and dubbed those two buttons the forward and backward buttons, respectively, of course. The two buttons next to the center button shifted control to one of the two other dials. Those other dials seemed to coordinate with longitude and latitude, and the main two dials seemed for time. He didn't understand why a pocket watch would need latitude and longitude. It didn't have a GPS, and certainly no such thing would have existed during the time of its suspected creation. Whatever the purpose was, he aligned the longitude and latitude with the general location of a northern sect of islands in Japan. He then reset the location to Seattle and reset the time as well after checking his own phone for the exact time.
"Well." He said with uncertainty. He set the watch back down and slid it back to Jessica. "I don't really know what to say. I mean I guess I could look at it some more if you want me to, but it looks to be just another experimental watch from back in the say. European, possibly, maybe even early, early German, but I can't be too sure. The mechanisms are ahead of the time I think it'd be from, but some geniuses were like that."
@Orlanworry not, I'll be providing a lot of references to where things are and what has changed and everything.
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