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maskormenace2015-09-21 10:42 pm
quaerit) wrote in maskormenace2015-09-21 10:42 pm
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Entry #001 (Joint post)
[ On the screen there is a boy. He is brown-haired, hazel-eyed, and wearing a pair of wire-framed glasses. He’s also wearing a garishly orange polo shirt, against the advisement of the other boy beside him. The glasses-wearer is Gansey, and he comes with a friendly, very-nearly-cheerful, smile. ]
Good morning. My apologies, if I’m interrupting any of you. I’m Gansey. [ He points beside him, to the dusty-haired, sepia-toned boy with his nose in a book. ] This is my friend, Adam Parrish. [ The book moves down an inch, Adam’s mouth twisted in displeasure. ] I said I’d sit here, not that I’d join in.
[ Gansey pauses mid-flow, concentration suddenly shifted to Adam. ]
Saying hello is not joining in. I’m being polite, why can’t we be polite?
I’ve said hello to people. [ Glancing to the device in Gansey’s hands and then up to his friend’s face again. ] Multiple people! If I’d have realised we were putting on a show I’d have swapped places with Lynch. What’s wrong with texting?
[ Gansey’s head does a minute little shake. ] No one wants to read this amount of text. Just bear with me, all right?
[ Adam pauses for a moment and then let’s himself think about how much they need to ask, what they’ve already discussed. He has a point. ] Okay, fine. [ A sigh. ] Carry on.
[ And so Gansey does, attention back on the lens. ]
We’re new here, although I’ve met a fair few of you already. I thought it was time for formal introductions. We’ll have seen some of you at school. We’re going to Xavier’s. If you’re a student there, let us know. We’d like to meet you. I also have a few questions. Don’t feel you have to be a student to answer them - I’m looking for any takers.
[ He pauses to put something small and leafy into his mouth, and shifts his posture. Looking mildly more comfortable, he continues. During this time Adam closes his book and twists a little where he’s sat to watch the epic reveal of Studious Gansey to the masses. It’s his favourite part. ]
What I’m after is knowledge. I’m painfully bereft of it here. It’s very disconcerting to know that the history of a place is entirely different from all I’ve learned. I need to catch up.
But most of all, more than anything else, I’m interested in that Porter. I’ll be honest with you; as fascinating as it is here, I was in the middle of something I wasn’t ready to leave, and I need to get back to it.
[ He pauses, thoughtful, wondering how to go on. His thumb runs across his lower lip, an unconscious signature of his thought process, of gears turning in his head. There’s an energy about Gansey even though he’s sitting still. This is important, and he wants to phrase it properly, but there’s also a great deal he needs to say. ]
None of my theories are good enough, strong enough, to explain what that machine does. Is it drawing energy that comes from a natural source, like a ley line? Does it have its own source of power? How does it decide which of us it brings here, and why does it give us powers? I’m not just talking about how we’re all supposed to be heroes. That’s a human answer to a question that may have nothing to do with humanity at all. If you have theories, I’d like them. No matter how outlandish you think they seem.
[ He’s serious. Every investigation has a beginning. Every search starts out with false leads. He will pull at every thread until he finds the right one; that’s what he does. Gansey has always been good at finding things. This is a problem, but it’s not one he’ll let go. He’s only just beginning. ]
I’ve already spoken to a few of you. I’ve heard tell about a being calling herself Lachesis, and I’ve heard there was another world, before this one, that some of you were stranded in. She brought you here, and apparently, she talked to you. I’ve also heard she hasn’t talked since. If any of you know more about this, I’d like to hear from you. I’d also like to hear from anyone who has studied the Porter as it is now - or anyone who’d like to, because I promise you, it will be a study of mine.
[ His fingers tap idly against his knee. That thoughtful expression is still there, still not done, but somehow it’s gotten lost in itself. So he looks to Adam, who drives a clear path through that chaos better than anyone Gansey has ever known. ]
Adam?
[ Adam looks up startled, as if he’d been too caught up in Gansey doing his thing to remember that he was part of it. He frowns and then leans a little closer towards him to be seen. ] We get it, we’re new. But you can trust us. We just want to understand. If we can do that then we might be able to help. [ Superhero Adam Parrish. He looks uncomfortable. Pleading with the masses is awful. He sends a furtive look to Gansey once more and picks up his book again.
Gansey, meanwhile, is watching him with a smile that’s altogether different than the one he’d given the camera.]
And, that’s why you’re in the video. [ Gansey nods, flashing his eyes back to the device again. ] Thank you all for your time.
[ End feed. ]
(( ooc: Gansey is black; Adam is green. ))
Good morning. My apologies, if I’m interrupting any of you. I’m Gansey. [ He points beside him, to the dusty-haired, sepia-toned boy with his nose in a book. ] This is my friend, Adam Parrish. [ The book moves down an inch, Adam’s mouth twisted in displeasure. ] I said I’d sit here, not that I’d join in.
[ Gansey pauses mid-flow, concentration suddenly shifted to Adam. ]
Saying hello is not joining in. I’m being polite, why can’t we be polite?
I’ve said hello to people. [ Glancing to the device in Gansey’s hands and then up to his friend’s face again. ] Multiple people! If I’d have realised we were putting on a show I’d have swapped places with Lynch. What’s wrong with texting?
[ Gansey’s head does a minute little shake. ] No one wants to read this amount of text. Just bear with me, all right?
[ Adam pauses for a moment and then let’s himself think about how much they need to ask, what they’ve already discussed. He has a point. ] Okay, fine. [ A sigh. ] Carry on.
[ And so Gansey does, attention back on the lens. ]
We’re new here, although I’ve met a fair few of you already. I thought it was time for formal introductions. We’ll have seen some of you at school. We’re going to Xavier’s. If you’re a student there, let us know. We’d like to meet you. I also have a few questions. Don’t feel you have to be a student to answer them - I’m looking for any takers.
[ He pauses to put something small and leafy into his mouth, and shifts his posture. Looking mildly more comfortable, he continues. During this time Adam closes his book and twists a little where he’s sat to watch the epic reveal of Studious Gansey to the masses. It’s his favourite part. ]
What I’m after is knowledge. I’m painfully bereft of it here. It’s very disconcerting to know that the history of a place is entirely different from all I’ve learned. I need to catch up.
But most of all, more than anything else, I’m interested in that Porter. I’ll be honest with you; as fascinating as it is here, I was in the middle of something I wasn’t ready to leave, and I need to get back to it.
[ He pauses, thoughtful, wondering how to go on. His thumb runs across his lower lip, an unconscious signature of his thought process, of gears turning in his head. There’s an energy about Gansey even though he’s sitting still. This is important, and he wants to phrase it properly, but there’s also a great deal he needs to say. ]
None of my theories are good enough, strong enough, to explain what that machine does. Is it drawing energy that comes from a natural source, like a ley line? Does it have its own source of power? How does it decide which of us it brings here, and why does it give us powers? I’m not just talking about how we’re all supposed to be heroes. That’s a human answer to a question that may have nothing to do with humanity at all. If you have theories, I’d like them. No matter how outlandish you think they seem.
[ He’s serious. Every investigation has a beginning. Every search starts out with false leads. He will pull at every thread until he finds the right one; that’s what he does. Gansey has always been good at finding things. This is a problem, but it’s not one he’ll let go. He’s only just beginning. ]
I’ve already spoken to a few of you. I’ve heard tell about a being calling herself Lachesis, and I’ve heard there was another world, before this one, that some of you were stranded in. She brought you here, and apparently, she talked to you. I’ve also heard she hasn’t talked since. If any of you know more about this, I’d like to hear from you. I’d also like to hear from anyone who has studied the Porter as it is now - or anyone who’d like to, because I promise you, it will be a study of mine.
[ His fingers tap idly against his knee. That thoughtful expression is still there, still not done, but somehow it’s gotten lost in itself. So he looks to Adam, who drives a clear path through that chaos better than anyone Gansey has ever known. ]
Adam?
[ Adam looks up startled, as if he’d been too caught up in Gansey doing his thing to remember that he was part of it. He frowns and then leans a little closer towards him to be seen. ] We get it, we’re new. But you can trust us. We just want to understand. If we can do that then we might be able to help. [ Superhero Adam Parrish. He looks uncomfortable. Pleading with the masses is awful. He sends a furtive look to Gansey once more and picks up his book again.
Gansey, meanwhile, is watching him with a smile that’s altogether different than the one he’d given the camera.]
And, that’s why you’re in the video. [ Gansey nods, flashing his eyes back to the device again. ] Thank you all for your time.
[ End feed. ]
(( ooc: Gansey is black; Adam is green. ))
text;
no texting is just easier]Theoretical physicist dabbling in quantum theory, you could say.
The concept is intriguing. There was a species capable of creating such dimensional gateways in my world- and others that had fallen to them through that very ability. The Breach was a phenomena I studied for ten years. Unfortunately, I was focused on pinpointing vulnerabilities for its destruction rather than decoding the mechanism itself. It's unfortunate I wasn't granted more time to go back over my work before I was pulled here, but if we chose to believe this masquerade as a goddess of fate, it's possible there's some reasoning there.
Of course, decoding 'her' motivations is little more than guesswork.
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[ The thing is, Gansey is not a scientist. Science is a very valuable tool which he has used in his studies, but it's not where his heart lies. ]
Hypothesise, for a moment, that it's true - that Lachesis lives up to her name, that she is and always has been what she claims to be. I don't find that concept less credible than the fact that we've all been given superpowers against our will. There's more to this than the portal itself, a greater story behind it, and I want to understand that as much as the mechanism itself.
Though on the mechanism, I still have an interest. Did you lose your work when you came, or did you manage to bring your notes with you?
text; beginning to bs pls excuse
[Soon he will have no walls- only graphs and calculations]
Your hypothesis is difficult to argue against. While I remain skeptical about Lachesis or her purpose, there is most certainly a connection between 'her' and our abilities, and I have no doubt the mystery behind that particular correlation is intricate in its complexity.
They remain problems that perhaps for now should be studied as though they were separate occurrences before beginning to bridge links between them and risk trapping ourselves within relativity.
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String theory is all well and good, but at the end of the day, it's a theory. One we've just rapidly escalated to reality, but that doesn't mean that our understanding of it was ever perfect. By nature, that was always theoretical.
A man who didn't know the theory might look at every separate piece of what's happened to us, and call it magic. I would tell him, no, to breach a dimension like this is theoretical physics; only when we speak of superheroes do we slide into fantasy. But both are as real as each other here, are they not?
So how do we tell the difference? Or, I suppose what I'm asking is - how can we be certain that there is a difference, in the end? Not to get philosophical about it, but we don't know what it is we don't know.