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hh_mirror2010-11-22 08:39 pm
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learning the ropes (open RP: Ari and some house elves)
Ari's prioritized action list:
1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.
Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.
2. Find Florian and Catlin.
Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)
Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)
"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."
They grinned and waved their cattle prods.
3. Get messages offworld.
She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.
4. Familiarize self with grounds.
This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.
1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.
Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.
2. Find Florian and Catlin.
Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)
Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)
"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."
They grinned and waved their cattle prods.
3. Get messages offworld.
She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.
4. Familiarize self with grounds.
This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.
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"I'm not seeking employment," she said," but I find it hard to stay idle, so I'll be looking for projects here and there. On the side, as you said." That word clone wasn't one she liked to use, and she offered her own instead. "I didn't think that azi were being created here. Are there birthlabs?"
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"What do they do in birthlabs anyway? Monsters or general population birth?"
no subject
no subject
Programmed? Hand-raised? He leaned in a little closer. "Coffee might help me understand." He smiled.