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futurology2016-03-29 06:47 pm
queenofsalt) wrote in futurology2016-03-29 06:47 pm
[Video; UN: lessaofpern] | Rallying the wings
[Lessa has set her jaw as she looks into the projection of the network, grey eyes sparkling with unaffected warmth as she considers this strangely intuitive communication system. How like speaking to dragons it feels, and how strange.]
Good morning. I hope all of that merry-making last night didn't leave any of you completely indisposed, as I believe that we have a lot of work to tackle in the coming days.
I am Lessa of Pern. I am the senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, Ruathan by blood, and rider to Golden Ramoth. Though it means little to those not from Pern, I can assure you that I have earned every last of those titles, and though I acknowledge that this team is a company of equals, I think we can all admit that if we want to find ourselves home sooner, we could stand to delegate and specialize to our strengths... not all of us want to retire to sandy beaches we know will decay into abandon!
I'd like to speak with those of you who are versed in ALASTAIR's values and practices, and those of you who have spoken with the Nalawi at length and have learned anything more than what we have been given prior to our arrival. Locations, traditions, values, any records that can be used to track the progress of this island's troubles... it could all be valuable.
[She affects to toss a lock of fine black hair from her face, thinking herself particularly clever for re-enacting the kind of proud-chested talk that her weyrmate has employed in the past.]
Please join me for a mug and a plate in the lower room of the inn. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person so that we can consider our options going forward together.
[Before she shuts her communication down, the proud, slight smile brightens suddenly with a kind of abandoned amusement, like she's come out of a spotlight on a stage... and that's because she has. Lessa has never been in a position where she could stand up and take singular charge before, and the thought that she might be able to now is a heady feeling. Watch her sit rigidly in the tavern of the Inn from the time the broadcast is over until the moment someone approaches; she's going to be on the edge of her seat expecting the outpouring of earnest team-members coming forward to hand her clues to go gallivanting off on.]
Good morning. I hope all of that merry-making last night didn't leave any of you completely indisposed, as I believe that we have a lot of work to tackle in the coming days.
I am Lessa of Pern. I am the senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, Ruathan by blood, and rider to Golden Ramoth. Though it means little to those not from Pern, I can assure you that I have earned every last of those titles, and though I acknowledge that this team is a company of equals, I think we can all admit that if we want to find ourselves home sooner, we could stand to delegate and specialize to our strengths... not all of us want to retire to sandy beaches we know will decay into abandon!
I'd like to speak with those of you who are versed in ALASTAIR's values and practices, and those of you who have spoken with the Nalawi at length and have learned anything more than what we have been given prior to our arrival. Locations, traditions, values, any records that can be used to track the progress of this island's troubles... it could all be valuable.
[She affects to toss a lock of fine black hair from her face, thinking herself particularly clever for re-enacting the kind of proud-chested talk that her weyrmate has employed in the past.]
Please join me for a mug and a plate in the lower room of the inn. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person so that we can consider our options going forward together.
[Before she shuts her communication down, the proud, slight smile brightens suddenly with a kind of abandoned amusement, like she's come out of a spotlight on a stage... and that's because she has. Lessa has never been in a position where she could stand up and take singular charge before, and the thought that she might be able to now is a heady feeling. Watch her sit rigidly in the tavern of the Inn from the time the broadcast is over until the moment someone approaches; she's going to be on the edge of her seat expecting the outpouring of earnest team-members coming forward to hand her clues to go gallivanting off on.]
Re: Switch to Video;
Chrollo Lucilfer, were you hit by flying debris as well, when you arrived?
[She's rewarded his switch to video with a wide grin and more teasing, good luck with that!]
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Actually, no. I was the lone fortunate recruit to arrive at a peaceful time.
[He sounded slightly less amused--]
I take it you had a more harrowing introduction to it all?
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I wonder if that was ALASTAIR's negligence, or somebody's cruel sense of humour?
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What makes the two us so special, then, to be on the side of negligence or a cruel practical joke?
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I place it on luck, truthfully. The spokesman I received by initial instructions from seemed none too organized, though neither was he surprised. We arrived by luck, they sent us forward to join the team that was already being slapped around, again by luck I suppose.
What I don't understand is, if they have the capacity to send us about time and space like mere hops between Holds, why not choose to send us to the same time as our teammates?
It's not as though we were here before; no overlap in our presence with past and future selves should have been worried about...
Unless we come back here again.
[Time paradoxes. Lessa furrows her brow in concern.]
At least we'll know to bring thick gear against tropical storms.
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Chrollo put them to memory. They used the same pronunciation resembling her introduction. They were aspects of her culture. It didn't take a genius to recognize this, but Chrollo was the sort who would recognize them at a glance.]
Consistency, perhaps. If you run two trains at the same time from two different places and at the same speed--they'll have crossed the same amount of space even if one would arrive at the same destination after the others.
Parallel manipulation of time may be the easiest way to manage things. So, they may not have summoned us simply because they still need to do research before bringing us in.
[It was clear they knew about him--yet, chose him anyway. Maybe that was why they needed more time. If that was the case, then why did they wait to bring Lessa in?]
It was probably some other factors. Maybe they could only take in a number of people at once. It could be an issue of safety.
[He mulled it over, though the realization that people could have died in the first moment of arrival was clearly a real factor.]
Preparation is secondary for soldiers, despite what any would tell you. Officers tend to operate as minimalists, unfortunately. So--we're better suited for our uniforms though they are fairly sturdy.