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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.
FINDING CECIL'S SPONSOR GIFTS, WEEK 2, OPEN
"Look! We've got gifts! At least, I think they're meant for us. The elevator doors opened as I went past, and there was no one else there, so...I took them."
He set the fresh water supplies down in the center of the room, then sat cross-legged and began to work the large metal can open. "Let's see, we've got -- a first aid kit, some food -- I think this is meant for starting fires -- and there's a note." Carlos pulled it out and unfolded the paper, holding it up to the dim light. "It says, For Carlos and his team of scientists -- Cecil?!"
It would be clear to anyone looking that whatever Carlos had been expecting to read, it wasn't that. "Cecil is here?"
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He's not going to put up much fuss about being lumped in with the 'team of scientists.' He just doesn't have the energy to care.
"Friend of yours?"
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"Well -- not exactly," Carlos says, slowly. "He's more of a -- a contact, a radio personality who would help me get the word out about anything particularly dangerous that was happening in Night Vale. That is," Carlos adds grudgingly, "when he remembered to do it. Anyway, he always referred to the researchers involved in our project as Carlos and his team of scientists. Every time. This has to be him. He must be here -- somewhere, watching the Games."
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He drolled, "And for what precise reason are we supposed to care? Food is food."
Despite his temporary alliance with people, he had to make sure it seemed properly contentious, as befitting the persona he was putting forth.
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Not even his verdant companion's apathetic attitude could keep Carlos from thinking aloud.
"How is Cecil Palmer in a position to send sponsor gifts?"
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He'd met even more than the two if you counted the ones in that massive fight that multiple Legions jumped in on during that messy business with the Time Trapper and the Anomaly, but he hadn't actually had a chance to be irritated by the other hims for long during that.
"'We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.' An ancient Earth philosopher once said that." Ray Bradbury, not that he knew it. Some things had been lost in atomic fire during the Cataclysm. "But I've always felt the opposite. It's a very vast multiverse that we live in, full of possibility - full of every possibility."
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So yes, pretty ancient.
"Floating cats?"
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"Oh, yes. Apparently it just appeared one day, about four feet in the air next to one of the sinks. No one knows why, or how, or what makes it float at a fixed point, and no one really asked. They just named it Khoshekh and made sure it had food and water and litter." The frustration in Carlos's voice was evident, and it grew as he went on. "They never question anything in Night Vale. They're living in a town with no real clocks, with constant 9.0 earthquakes, with an artificial neutron star construction project underground, with a fugitive five-headed dragon, under constant surveillance by an Orwellian government, and mysterious hooded figures that will kill you if you so much as think about the dog park! But none of this really matters, because they can't feel the earthquakes, they're going to use the pulsar to light the football stadium, the five-headed dragon may or may not be running for mayor (no one's really sure), they openly call the local law enforcement the Sheriff's Secret Police and report crimes by picking up their phones which everyone knows are tapped, and they just don't go in the dog park! And everyone thinks that all this is normal!"
He paused, finally, to take a couple of deep breaths. "They don't listen to me -- to any of us scientists," the scientist went on, quieter now. "Not really. There is proof that time is slowing down in Night Vale, but does anyone care? No, they just go on with their everyday lives, buying groceries at the Ralph's and obeying the latest ridiculous city council ordinance."
Carlos had a lot of feelings about Night Vale.
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"That sounds like magic. I have one rule about magic," he said, going back to fiddling with the components in front of him.
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Sprocking magic, man.
He sometimes had to work with it, naturally - that was happened when you had a magic user on your team and magical enemies on occasion.
That didn't make him hate it any less.
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"I don't think it's magic," said Carlos finally. "It's quantifiable, I know it's quantifiable -- it has to be quantifiable. I just don't have the tools to quantify it yet." He pulled a breath, and his next words had the ring of a mantra, repeated aloud or mentally during moments of great frustration or uncertainty. "But I won't give up. I won't stop trying to understand it. Even if I can't discover the laws behind the phenomena now, every bit of data I collect is one step closer to the truth. And even if I'm not the one who puts the pieces together, well...at least I'll have recorded the events for whoever does, right? No matter how confusing or contradictory or downright bizarre the results are, every experiment, every test, is important."
Carlos truly believed that. At least, he believed it more than he believed in magic.
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Ugh, just thinking about was getting him frustrated.
"Magic users are able to alter probability and affect physical laws at a base level, though I couldn't even begin to tell you how it's done."
Truth, actually. Hence why he hated magic.
"I have the good fortune of having received a 30th century Coluan education and experience with magic-users, but I'm not a scientist by profession."
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rewrote because reading comperehension is a good thing
There was a strange sort of emphasis on each word and the way he glanced up at Carlos made it seem like he didn't feel inclined to spell out much more about the nature of their work.
it cool bro! you're right, he was asking about Brainy's profession
I wonder what that's all about? he thought, and squirreled the factoid away for later consideration.
"30th century tech support. That must be something." He cleared his throat. "I never thought I'd be discussing the future with someone who wasn't -- well, irritating about it. We had one time-traveler in Night Vale that I remember, but he was not an easy guy to talk to. He kept dropping all these heavy-handed hints about being from the future, and you know? He was really full of himself."
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That was why the Legion had only told a select few when and where they were from when they'd been stuck in the past and hadn't really divulged any future knowledge to them.
"Interdimensional travel is the one you can brag about," he said wryly.
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Carlos shrugged, then sat back and let out a sigh. "What I wouldn't give to master interdimensional travel." Or at least, stop the vortexes from opening into their dimension and depositing dinosaurs, or worse.
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He really wanted to brag about the threshold gates and threshold drive but noooo.
Stupid cover.
"I wish I could lay claim to developing our ship's threshold drive but I only maintain it. And that's only because I'm the only one that sat down long enough to study the manual."
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Not that he hadn't been paying attention before, but Carlos had honestly been distracted by questions about Cecil. Now, Brainy had his full attention.
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He wasn't going to mention the other thing the drive required: a navigator capable of finding routes through the complicated spaces between dimensions like his team-mate Shikari. The last thing the Capitol needed to know was that one of his team-mates had an innate power that might allow the Legion to eventually find the reality that contained Panem.
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Think of the papers that could be published! Of the studies that could be conducted! There was just so much potential for science. Carlos's tone was deeply admiring.
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He really maybe needed to try to do a food run to find something he could actually digest.
When he looked back at Carlos, there was a spark of something, as if he was considering how nice it might be to go to some world, have someone look at his old friend's work, and study it for the betterment of all.
In reality, that spark was one of mischief, since he had done all those thing, performed studies, published papers, given a few lectures even.
Maybe someday, if he survived this place, and if the Legion was ever able to stop their wandering and set down roots, he might be able to do it again.
"I find myself craving sustenance so I'm going to take my leave. Your...curiosity is refreshing. I don't really make friends, but I'm not incapable of admiring certain qualities about others," he said awkwardly. "A place like this can quell curiosity like yours. Try not to let it."
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"....right. Well, be careful out there. We began this game with our odds of survival at less than 1.2%, estimating roughly eighty-five tributes from what I saw at the Cornucopia. Now I know death isn't permanent here, but even so..." He took a breath. "What, uh, what I'm trying to say is that, logically, we're all probably going to die a horrible death sometime in the next few weeks, and I'd hate to see it happen to any of us. So, be careful."
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