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networkinthenight2020-05-13 10:18 pm
paletteswap) wrote in networkinthenight2020-05-13 10:18 pm
@Grandmaster | Audio
Greetings.
I'm sure we've all seen Clara's post. Without Doctor Solis no one can be revived, making death permanent and meaning we all must exercise additional caution around our lanterns. It's critical we get to the lab and retrieve the notes that the Doctor left, then perhaps we can bring back those who have fallen or understand more about the portal that was used to bring us here.
I have a vague idea of where the lab is, but it's several hours out and I don't want to have a group of us wander aimlessly looking for it. Does anyone here have a better idea of how to pinpoint it? There's an image of stars taken from the doorway of the lab if anyone knows how we could use such a thing to navigate.
Fjord, could the tunnels you found possibly connect to the lab? Do you know which way they were leading?
I'm sure we've all seen Clara's post. Without Doctor Solis no one can be revived, making death permanent and meaning we all must exercise additional caution around our lanterns. It's critical we get to the lab and retrieve the notes that the Doctor left, then perhaps we can bring back those who have fallen or understand more about the portal that was used to bring us here.
I have a vague idea of where the lab is, but it's several hours out and I don't want to have a group of us wander aimlessly looking for it. Does anyone here have a better idea of how to pinpoint it? There's an image of stars taken from the doorway of the lab if anyone knows how we could use such a thing to navigate.
Fjord, could the tunnels you found possibly connect to the lab? Do you know which way they were leading?
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[ Pudding is FRUSTRATED. She can't just talk about things on the network and no one's picking up what she's putting down and she's going batty. She sends the same message to both of them to make sure it's seen (heard. whichever). ]
Can you two meet me at The Invincible?
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Sure. Now?
[They may be already on their way, so they hope it's now.]
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[ Don't make her march out into the Square and start yelling, that would be no better for not attracting the wrong attention. ]
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I am on my way.
[And they are. Soldat shows up outside the Invincible about ten minutes later, looking vaguely confused, but amiable.]
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Come on come on! [ She's not snipping at him but she's clearly frazzled, and the moment the door is shut she makes a wordless noise of boiled-over frustration. ]
This whole network thing is so troublesome! It's not even safe to send a private message? I tried sending Kuai Liang all the information I had but I don't think he knows what to do with it and argh, there are dates in the log book, Soldat! Numerical ones!
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[He trots up the steps and inside, still a little baffled by her reaction. She has the answer they need, that's a good thing, why get so worked up about it?]
Oh, good. I thought there might be. I just don't know where it is. I thought Fitz took all the things from the town hall, and was going to set them up somewhere new. Do you have it?
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There's been a copy in The Invincible for at least as long as I've been here! It was up on that little housekeeper's dresser in the second floor landing. I moved it into the drawers with the dry herbs in the third-floor common room [ or what they were using as one ] in case the water made a mess of the second floor hall and there it still sits!
[ Specifically, she sealed the bottom and sides edges of that drawer with tar and wax paper and more wax. Seemed like the right place for documents, too. ]
And there's a copy in the old posts on the network, though I don't know if they match.
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I'm. Sorry?
[Look, they've never had to read it before! Everything in it they already know, except apparently for specific dates of things Solis did.]
I can. Go check it now.
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The whole network is public and that's why Clara didn't want to send anything but the people who need to share information aren't looking at each other's posts and rrrgh!!
[ ...Yeah this is the best picture of 16 Pudding's worn here so far. ]
1969! There's no month and day in the log book, but that'll give us somewhere to start. Fitz put all the town records in his room when the rain was coming in - he's in 309 - and I didn't see him take them out yet - though of course I can't keep an eye on the door all the time and still cook breakfast and keep up on the inventory and try to draw up this map and a girl needs to sleep sometime, yanno!? - but if he's not looking at his tablet I'm half tempted to say we at least open his door - or I guess knock first if he's just in there asleep maybe? - and look if they're still there so at least we know if we have the things to start looking in -
[ Has she taken a breath? ]
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Pudding. Slow down. Breathe. You're doin' good. You got good intel. Thank you. Just slow.
[The year is pretty much what they need, they're sure of it. It even fits the wear pattern of the 9 key being used more.
Might be getting a bit more Brooklyn there, too. Better than monotone.]
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[ She's also not used to being praised by a voice that isn't the very cartoon caricature of scheming and conniving. (And she notices the little slide into something with an accent, with natural inflection.) ]
[ So she blinks, and at the suggestion, pulls in a deep breath. Okay, yeah, she'd been encroaching on rant-headache from not stopping often enough to catch her breath. ]
...Thank you.
[ ...She actually feels kind of sheepish, glances away and rubs the back of her neck. People here, even the couple she's learning to know and trust, aren't used to this side of her. And Soldat of all people, especially, with the way he'd closed off when she'd gotten actually angry with him during all her panic on the stairs... ]
Sorry. I'm. [ She gestures vaguely. ] ...Programming.
[ She's glad he shared that phrase with her. It's something she can say without having to explain her entire life, and he'll get it. ]
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Everyone has programming. I know. We're both working on ours.
[At least she's calmed down and isn't ranting anymore. They can handle embarrassment much better than the high emotion. Best option: practicality.]
So we have a potential code. And we can check the log that you saved for a couple other options just in case. Yeah? Maybe wait until Fitz is around to actually go in his room, though.
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I just don't want you all to get there and have that not be it, and be stuck. A number code is so interesting - and we don't know how long it is. That means there are maybe millions of possibilities! [ What is tech to a One Piece. This is brand new shit. ] Like you can't just dial any old numbers in on a denden and hope to get someone on the other end of the line...
[ The translator seems to have some trouble with denden. It'd probably do better if she used the whole phrase, but ah well. ]
It could be just the year, or the month and year, or the day month and year... [ She ticks up fingers as she goes. At least she's just kind of ambling now instead of ranting at breakneck speed. ] Maybe even a time, though that seems like an awfully long code to have to use every time she opened a door... And the format Clara used for talking about the Portal Experiment was funny, at home when we do dates all in numbers we put the year first, but the code for the experiment put the day first...
[ She shakes her head suddenly, focus coming back into her eyes. ]
Ah! Sorry. There I go again. Oof, you see why I was so frustrated! Without multiple people working on this, I have no idea how we'd go about finding our answers...
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It's fine. We'll check the log book upstairs, see if there's an actual date. I doubt the robot would have said to check it if the full intel we need wasn't there.
[There's a pause, a hesitation, then they add,]
And I'm not going to any labs. I'll pass the code along to Matt or Kuai or someone else going.
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Oh! Oh, no, I'm sorry, Soldat, I didn't think about - I'm sorry, no, of course you aren't. That's fine. As long as someone who is going has it. I - sorry.
[ This time she's the one Really Very Much Not Making Eye Contact. ]
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It's okay. I just wanted you to know, so you know who to pester if they don't get things done according to your standards.
[(Damn, she apologizes a lot. More than we do. I'll say.)]
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Oh you.
[ Soldat's teasing would get her a lot more worked up if it wasn't so obvious and over the top for everything else about him. ]
Okay. Okay, I get it. I'll let you go. I'll send you the link to the digital logbook later and let you know if I find a month in that or the paper one. I didn't see anything more specific in there, but I'll look again.
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And I'll make sure Matt and Kuai get it, if there's any change. The 1969 code fits the wear pattern, and 4 digits is standard on Earth for codes. So at least it's a good starting point.
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Where are the logs now? It'd be worth it to go through them, see if anyone remembered dates from their dreams.
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Fitz collected most of the paperwork from the town hall so the most updated copy should be in his room. A slightly more out-dated copy is in the Invincible third floor common room we used during the flood. A more outdated copy than that is on the network, though I haven't found where yet.
Apparently there is a date. 1969. That matches the wear pattern on the keys. We will check if there is a month or day included just in case.