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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. ))
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Mass resurrection. I imagine that’s disquieting.
[ Death isn’t something that you just wake up from. Not usually. It is not, and should not be a normal occurrence. When it happened to Gansey, it had stayed with him for years. It’s still with him now, in fact, though he’s gotten better at controlling the fear. ]
You think it’s the government’s doing, and not the Porter? I’m not so sure. There’s someone I know who would not have been able to come here at all, had he not been brought back to life in the first place.
While I would credit medical science for a great deal, I would suggest restoring the long since dead to life, is beyond their abilities. Sometimes, when it sounds like magic, it is. Occam’s razor.
[ Which is not how Occam’s razor would normally be applied, but it works regardless, to Gansey’s mind. ]
Of course, my whole point in this is that science and magic aren’t always so separate from each other as they seem. I’d like to join your work, if I may.
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Maybe. I’ve never been through it myself.
[ but he can’t say… he minds it much. a guarantee that he’ll never be without grey and teresa, at least, due to things that happen to them here? he’s okay with that. the dead he knows never wanted to be dead. not yet. not then. and not like that. ]
What brings us back, Continuum, was something the government invented. If that’s actually what’s in the nanites, then yeah, it was the government. Unless someone dropped it on their doorstep and they just took credit for it. [ liiike the Porter? though, even the government doesn’t claim they know where the Porter came from or how to work it, so, not exactly. Thomas pauses, though, squinting at the screen ]
Who’s razor? [ he blinks, trying to search his mind for that phrase. nothing. even if he had heard it before the swipe, it’s one of those things that wouldn’t have stuck after the operation. gansey asks something else, though, and he blinks a couple more times, rapidly, getting back out of his head. ] Join my… Oh. Yeah, sure, if you want. I mean, it’s not like I have a shuck research lab or anything, but help’s always good.
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Occam's razor. It means that when there is more than one hypothesis, the one making the fewest assumptions should be selected - or, in layman's terms, the simplest solution is often the right one.
Anyway, tell me about Continuum. Dreadful name, by the way. How long did it take them to think that one up?
[ Gansey says that as if he's settling in for the night. He looks interested, but he's also being careful about that. A substance that very literally defeats death, is very interesting to Gansey. ]
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[ yeah he still doesn't really get the idea of magic, but he accepts that it's a thing, at least. even telepathy, his world was capable fo synthesizing through technology. so, so much of the stuff WICKED put them through seemed beyond impossible, and yet, was. thomas's faith in what science is capable of stretches a lot farther. ]
I honestly don't know much. Hold on a second. [ gansey will see thomas stand from where he has a pile of spirals set out in front of him, and go to a bookcase, digging through a... horribly disorganized mess of things - notebooks, texts, scraps of paper. eventually, he finds what he's looking for, coming back over to the phone. ]
Here. Continuum - it's a natural element that has to be mined. Highly unstable, and it's used as a fuel for the technology in the nanites that revives us. [ and the nanites belong to the government, and can be used to control them, if jesse's vision of the future was true. something that sends a chill through thomas, but he pushes it out of his mind for the moment.
aside from how a hand unconsciously lifts to stratch at his forearm, feeling like he needs to get out of his skin. he's been here before. hates it. ]
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Now is not the time. He focuses on Thomas. ]
Unstable?
[ Of course, he focuses on that part. He's never heard of a 'natural element' of the sort, and without (much) arrogance, Gansey considers himself quite knowledgable regarding the natural sciences. ]
Unstable in what way? Is it harmful to us?
[ It brings them back to life, sure. But at what cost? What else is it doing? ]
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While the tech's inside us? Not sure. [ eventually, he finds it, and taps a finger at the paper. ] Here.
This is what I have for it: [ clearing his throat, he starts to read from the message that had gone out a while back. ] 'The resurrection technology implanted in the nanites requires a specific element called continuum for fuel. Continuum is, unfortunately, an unstable element that depletes rapidly with use. Our current source requires an immediate refill, therefore we ask for imPort assistance with mining this element, which can be found in the swampland behind Heropa Greenland Park. We must stress the urgency of this task; without continuum, we cannot ensure imPorts can be resurrected in a timely fashion, or at all, should they meet an unfortunate accident.'
[ a pause, and he blinks back up to the phone screen. ] That's it. That's all the assignment page said.
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[ Gansey is quiet for a moment, his thumb tapping at his lip. This mineral is obviously powerful, but it’s only being used on imports. That’s clearly because there’s not enough of it for everyone, but is there more to it than that? Perhaps the government wouldn’t call it safe enough to use on their own people.
Or perhaps there’s another issue entirely. ]
What else can they use it for? [ His hazel eyes snap back to Thomas, sharp and calculating. ] Have they ever said, or do they claim it’s used only for us?
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thomas shakes his head, sighing. ]
I wish I had more, man, but that's it. I wasn't even here when that came out. Just got it from a lot of digging.
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[ That's all it is, but it's enough. Research is needed. There's something almost comforting about research being needed, if Gansey is honest. ]
I can work from that. We can. [ Gesturing to Adam. ]