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kore_logs2013-07-25 05:12 pm
zen_navigator) wrote in kore_logs2013-07-25 05:12 pm
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X marks the spot
Who: Dirk and OPEN
What: Productivity is the enemy of something or other. Map making.
Where: Out and about
When: Day 95
In an effort to get a better idea of the lay of the land, Dirk has made a rough map of the town, complete with all buildings, pathways, and obtrusive foliage. Like most of his projects, however, Dirk's map has quickly transformed into something obtuse and oddly managed. His current project is cameras. If he can mark down where every camera is, he hopes it will reveal where there aren't any cameras.
He's assuming for the moment that all of the buildings are wired, so he's starting outside.
Starting in the early afternoon, Dirk works his way across the town starting near the lighthouse and eventually working his way back through the town. He's trying to be systematic about his recording, but it's hard to be systematic when some of the cameras are so easy to miss. He climbs a few trees with his red pen tucked behind his ear, he peers up into the eaves of buildings, he checks under benches and around shrubbery, and he's filling up his map with small red triangles.
What: Productivity is the enemy of something or other. Map making.
Where: Out and about
When: Day 95
In an effort to get a better idea of the lay of the land, Dirk has made a rough map of the town, complete with all buildings, pathways, and obtrusive foliage. Like most of his projects, however, Dirk's map has quickly transformed into something obtuse and oddly managed. His current project is cameras. If he can mark down where every camera is, he hopes it will reveal where there aren't any cameras.
He's assuming for the moment that all of the buildings are wired, so he's starting outside.
Starting in the early afternoon, Dirk works his way across the town starting near the lighthouse and eventually working his way back through the town. He's trying to be systematic about his recording, but it's hard to be systematic when some of the cameras are so easy to miss. He climbs a few trees with his red pen tucked behind his ear, he peers up into the eaves of buildings, he checks under benches and around shrubbery, and he's filling up his map with small red triangles.
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Her mouth purses, uncomfortably. This is definitely more private, but... well, it's hardly the first time she's had to explain it. "My body is infected with the spores of an alien plant that, for a time, absorbed me into its consciousness. Were they removed, my skin pigment might return to normal. I can't say for certain."
Generally, the Thorian did not give back what it took. Being green is hardly the most serious side effect either, only the most noticeable.
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"What was that like? What sort of plant was it? In my universe, plants tend to be of the non-sentient variety, so the most you'd get merging consciences with them would be a long boring history of rain showers and growing root systems."
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"It was certainly unlike any plant I've ever seen."
Shiala considers, seriously, simply not answering. The whole topic is uncomfortable in a variety of ways, but... well. Maybe she can manage the less disturbing parts.
"It was called the Thorian. It was... well, little was known about it. It was found on Feros, and grew mostly underground. It..." She hesitates. "It infects sentient species with its spores, controls their minds, turns them into tools to dig for it."
She gives a small shudder. "It is dead. I made certain. That is for the better."
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"But the idea of such a thing is fascinating!" To him, he figures that it being interesting has some mitigating effect on the horror of such a thing, but the same probably doesn't hold true for Shiala.
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She's grown close to the colonists in the last two years, and more than a little protective.
"Human scientists," she clarifies. "Human colonists. Scientific fascination should have a limit."
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"Definitely. I know that I'm not terribly excited about being subject to the whims of a mysterious group of unreachable scientists." He shifts on his feet and reopens his map. "Hence the map. A little bit of data may be helpful in understanding the true scope of their intentions."
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"Neither am I."
Shiala draws nearer, bending to inspect the map, her eyes flicking over the marks curiously.
"Any information we can gather is valuable. I am an asari huntress, a commando. No enemy is entirely invulnerable; that, I know. Once we find their weakness, if we cannot elude them peacefully, we must strike." She shakes her head, but her expression is intent, resolved, and her voice is low. "If we are to locate their true place, it would be very useful to know where they cannot find is."
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Shiala frowns at the paper, more thoughtful than critical. "This is... primitive, by my standards. I suppose I cannot expect more, with what we have here, but I would be very glad for an omni-tool. It would make this task a good deal easier.
"But I have had to find cameras and listening devices before. This is a good start."
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"Humans don't tend to live as long as that. In fact, never. When I'm from."
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Which falls into that category of being not quite mature, but not particularly young, either.
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He chuckles, "Makes thirty-nine seem young, in comparison."
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But she waves a hand vaguely. "For a salarian, on the other hand, thirty-nine is positively venerable. We can really only judge lifespans in terms of our own species.