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come_sailaway2022-06-08 07:51 pm
spindown) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-08 07:51 pm
Coffee and Shopping
Who: Rosalind and any soul who is unlucky enough to run into her.
Where: Sand Dollars and the Sundries Shop
What: Harassing her roommate, shopping, having coffee.
When: June, before the camping excursion.
Warnings: Science nonsense and rudeness, probably quantum shenanigans and blood.
Locked to Phil
Rosalind woke up on this boat in a room that both is and is not her own, without her partner that both was and was not herself. The sequence of events that lead her here were harrowing but, in the face of a strange cruise liner and stranger occupants, she finds she actually misses them. She caught glimpse of her roommate when she first arrived, a strange fellow that she hadn't given more than a passing glance as he lie in bed, largely because he was not Robert and that was her greatest concern. Now, having finished muster and being freed from the bonds of whatever force compelled her to attend, she returns to find that she is, somehow, roomed with a non-biblical angel.
She considers the winged fellow as one might consider a particularly curious looking grandfather clock. She knows all the parts involved and, whether she approves of the aesthetic or function, it will continue existing just to spite her. Still, there's no call to be rude, and if she's to be stuck with a roommate it tracks that she should, perhaps, know his name.
"What are you called?" she asks primly, by way of greeting, and crosses the room to examine the bed and the various technological amenities.
Open - Sand Dollars
This ship may lack proper library facilities, be run largely on magic, and be staffed by ghosts, but at least it has coffee. It would have truly been intolerable without some ready source of caffeine and, frankly, she couldn't abide tea. So she sits in the little cafe, Sand Dollars it's called, and reads a terrible, trashy fiction novel about time travel while sipping a very strong, very hot cappuccino. She has a small plate before her filled with madeleines and, every few minutes, makes a derisive hum as she turns the page of her book.
Open - Sundries
The sundries store has a number of useful and useless items, but lacks quite a lot of the amenities she is accustomed to. Or, at least, the versions of those amenities she is accustomed to. It appears to have the lot of them in some more modern format, but they are not things she recognizes immediately. So, with a great deal of frustration, Rosalind spends quite a long time sorting through the items on sale at the shop. She turns over the packaging, reads the labels, reads the chemical composition information (one of the few modern touches she wholly approves of) and then moves down the line.
If you've never seen a Gibson girl reading various convenience store groceries like they're a fascinating novel, now you have.
Where: Sand Dollars and the Sundries Shop
What: Harassing her roommate, shopping, having coffee.
When: June, before the camping excursion.
Warnings: Science nonsense and rudeness, probably quantum shenanigans and blood.
Locked to Phil
Rosalind woke up on this boat in a room that both is and is not her own, without her partner that both was and was not herself. The sequence of events that lead her here were harrowing but, in the face of a strange cruise liner and stranger occupants, she finds she actually misses them. She caught glimpse of her roommate when she first arrived, a strange fellow that she hadn't given more than a passing glance as he lie in bed, largely because he was not Robert and that was her greatest concern. Now, having finished muster and being freed from the bonds of whatever force compelled her to attend, she returns to find that she is, somehow, roomed with a non-biblical angel.
She considers the winged fellow as one might consider a particularly curious looking grandfather clock. She knows all the parts involved and, whether she approves of the aesthetic or function, it will continue existing just to spite her. Still, there's no call to be rude, and if she's to be stuck with a roommate it tracks that she should, perhaps, know his name.
"What are you called?" she asks primly, by way of greeting, and crosses the room to examine the bed and the various technological amenities.
Open - Sand Dollars
This ship may lack proper library facilities, be run largely on magic, and be staffed by ghosts, but at least it has coffee. It would have truly been intolerable without some ready source of caffeine and, frankly, she couldn't abide tea. So she sits in the little cafe, Sand Dollars it's called, and reads a terrible, trashy fiction novel about time travel while sipping a very strong, very hot cappuccino. She has a small plate before her filled with madeleines and, every few minutes, makes a derisive hum as she turns the page of her book.
Open - Sundries
The sundries store has a number of useful and useless items, but lacks quite a lot of the amenities she is accustomed to. Or, at least, the versions of those amenities she is accustomed to. It appears to have the lot of them in some more modern format, but they are not things she recognizes immediately. So, with a great deal of frustration, Rosalind spends quite a long time sorting through the items on sale at the shop. She turns over the packaging, reads the labels, reads the chemical composition information (one of the few modern touches she wholly approves of) and then moves down the line.
If you've never seen a Gibson girl reading various convenience store groceries like they're a fascinating novel, now you have.
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"I... yes, it would be appreciated, thank you."
Should he sit? That seems impolite.
"If--if you don't mind me asking, you say you made a city fly? People, buildings, infrastructure and all?"
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"If we are speaking technically," she begins and its very, very clear that she prefers to speak technically. "Each structure that required suspension began with a layer of entangled material that was then encased in a great many helium balloons, steel beams, and propellers. People, it turns out, are considerably more comfortable if there is an apparent apparatus by which they assume levitation operates, you see. Atop that bit of theatrical frippery any and all facilities were built.
"The vertical position of the suspended molecules were my doing, as were the controls to adjust that position in space. The rest of the city taking flight was...more or less incidental. Like hanging a shelf and then having...someone build a city on it."
She's not given to diminishing her own work, but she's also not given to letting people credit her for more than is her doing. She can't make just anything take flight...well...she can but the process is rather unfriendly to most living creatures and better suited to advanced preparations.
"I will say, some of the secondary engineers were quite clever, in their way. The Battleship Bay false beach and shoreline was an exceptionally interesting attraction amid all the interlocking platforms. I've never been one for the outdoors but the fact that they were ambitious enough to build it was almost worth the energy to keep it suspended and heated."
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And yet she's not dressed a bit like all of those cyberpunk sci-fi icons all the movies tout. He thinks he might be finally starting to get a proper grasp on where she's from.
"Christ," he huffs. "We haven't got anything like that. As far as things in the air go, we've got jet planes and commercial airliners, but that's as far as it gets. Space... well, we only just got a photo of a black hole just a little while ago."
He's surrounded by so many extraordinary people in these alternate dimensions it's hard not to feel a little inadequate, but most of them also usually come saddled with some terrific unresolved trauma. Phil's just happy he got all of that out of the way before he got here.
"You make it sound as though the making and suspension of this city wasn't something you had in mind when you were... developing all of this technology. Were you conscripted, or?"