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SCIENCE BROS [closed but flexible]
Who| The ragtag group of scientists and doctors in the planetarium. Current headcount is Dr. Zoidberg, Julian Bashir, Dr. McCoy, Mouse, and Carlos. Technically the log is closed but if you want in on the science slumber party message me!
What| Fortifying the planetarium, food raids, swapping stories from home, cooking, doing science -- basically this is a mingle log for the science pack. Feel free to start your own subthreads!
Where| Fifth floor, planetarium.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Caution： exposure to science may cause permanent eye damage.
The planetarium is one of the crown jewels of the museum, a large circular room with a domed roof. It is vast and dark, with a telescope that can view up into pace and an interactive computer system that can display constellations, past and present.
Currently, the system is down, and it doesn't look like they're too interested in fixing it. The Tributes' efforts have mostly been to get the lights working (still dim at best but at least they can see the whole room) and fortify the two entrances that lie on opposite sides of the room. They have a small pile of food stored up, stale pastries from the cafes and miscellaneous soups, sandwiches, and dry goods from the cafeteria. It'll last a few days.
What| Fortifying the planetarium, food raids, swapping stories from home, cooking, doing science -- basically this is a mingle log for the science pack. Feel free to start your own subthreads!
Where| Fifth floor, planetarium.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Caution： exposure to science may cause permanent eye damage.
The planetarium is one of the crown jewels of the museum, a large circular room with a domed roof. It is vast and dark, with a telescope that can view up into pace and an interactive computer system that can display constellations, past and present.
Currently, the system is down, and it doesn't look like they're too interested in fixing it. The Tributes' efforts have mostly been to get the lights working (still dim at best but at least they can see the whole room) and fortify the two entrances that lie on opposite sides of the room. They have a small pile of food stored up, stale pastries from the cafes and miscellaneous soups, sandwiches, and dry goods from the cafeteria. It'll last a few days.
OTA: Carlos Talks About Night Vale
He picks up a slightly stale pastry and turns it over in his hands. "You know," he says, "it's been ages since I've eaten anything with wheat in it. Over six months, I think."
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Stale or not, Mouse has been positively delighted with the bounty they had managed to gather. At the moment, however, he's less 'eating food' with the group and more 'consuming packages of artificial sweetener for fun' while he examines a circuit board. Because while the grey gloop of back home may have all the nutrients, sweetness was a flavor he rarely got these days.
"Not that I- did that even have real wheat in it? Or just some kind of by product..."
don't be. also oh my god stop eating packets of fake sugar, jesus boy
neveeeeeer
"Fad diets?"
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He tilted his head for a moment, hands (but not leg) pausing as he reflected on that statement. True, computer-generated high school had been a time of adventure and mind-trips. But that hadn't been the biggest mind-blower of them all.
"Then some guy in a trench coat gave me a pill to take care of it. Whole new set of problems after that. Sugar?"
Because, if nothing else, Mouse had delayed manners. Which involved offering his most recently offered thing of Splenda over to his fellow tech-adventurer.
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Still, it's good that they have food at all, and as he considers whether to eat this pastry before it gets stale or save it for later, Carlos asks, "What happened when you took the pill?"
If he's hungry enough later, he probably won't give a damn how stale it is, he thinks. Better to save it.
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Except it was a real reality, unlike this place. But Mouse knew the game. No spelling out the real state of the world to the unprepared...even if, he had to concede, anyone stuck here would probably take the whole 'machines out to kill us, life is but a dream' thing as a step up in believably from the current situation.
He would have to think about that.
"But the food's better here."
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Carlos's voice is matter-of-fact, but a little strained. He's seen a lot of death, gore and void, and all things considered it didn't rattle him like it used to, but that didn't mean Carlos liked it. He was a kind person by nature, and, well...a very significant portion of the original Night Vale investigation team had died or gone insane over the past year.
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It was starting to make sense. Who knew what the origin of the change was, maybe too many people were waking up from the Matrix. But whatever it was, they must be trying out alternate programs. They'd changed the setting before when people started rejecting the Matrix before, that was ancient history. It might even be this whole set up was just a holder for those that started pressing the boundaries too hard. But whatever the reason, Carlos gave him ideas.
"You got the tech to tap between them? The dimensions, I mean. You know how to make that?"
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"Actually, I'm not sure how much help I'll be here." He nods at the switchboard. "Most of what I built was meant to detect things. Radiation, space-time anomalies, electrical charges -- it was meant to gather data on the paranormal, not hurt anyone."
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They were being watched, he knew they were being watched. So he just grins for now and doesn't mention the main thing he wanted to be investigating were those very hosts watching them. A decent code for real communication was also on the list, but no point crying over the fact he didn't have one yet.
"And knowing when someone's sneaking up behind you. That's a big one in the staying alive game. I figure the actual fighting's the easy part."
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Re: OTA: Carlos Talks About Night Vale
He's been going around meeting his peeps in the planetarium, and hasn't yet gotten to introduce himself to Carlos. He pops a chip into his mouth and swallows both candy and salty snack whole, then holds a hand covered in crumbs and grease out to shake Carlos'. "What's cracking, homie?"
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Carlos shakes the hand -- then wipes it on his pajamas. He's not sure what he thinks of this kid yet.
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(Punchy, pale as the driven snow and 100% Irish-American, still hasn't received the obvious memo.)
"What's your name, dawg?"
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He had been very absorbed in his work. That kind of hyper-focus happened to Carlos a lot when he was doing science -- if he was working on something interesting, Carlos could be completely oblivious to the world around him.
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He takes a breath, then tilts his head. "By 'handle,' you mean a nickname or code name, right? Why did you take an alias?" It could, of course, just be that this kid goes by "Punchy" on the internet, but in Carlos's experience, few people introduced themselves with their internet handles.
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"Ain't an alias, it's my name. My weebles gave me some square pusher name, so I changed it all legal and all."
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Carlos has a lot of feelings about science.
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"I just got my head more into code, you know? I lay down them keys like tracks. It's my magic."
OH MY GOD this tag is ancient how did I miss it
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