Personification Life - IC Part VI [open]

[Torsiedelle]

"A lot of people I know can relate.", She said. She checked her pocket watch and frowned.

"I should be in bed..."

"y-you speak for yourself as well I assume....you need some sleep" he motioned toward of the beds. "I think we both do." he crawled into one of them and got under the covers

"Sounds good."

She walked to the other bed, out up her blazer and other items, laid her prosthetic on the floor, and jumped under her sheets for sleep.

[Giovenith]

"Hugs?" she offered, opening up her arms.

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and hugged her. "I haven't hugged someone in a very long time..."

"You should get more hugs, hugs are nice," said Giovenith, hugging him tighter and then releasing. "Well then, it was really cool hanging out with everyone and you today, but I've got to go to bed now. I hope we can sort out how you feel about petting really soon, okay? Nighty-night, see you later!"

With that, she got up, put MB on her head, and walked off to her room.

OOC: Going to bed too. Night all!

[New Aksarben]

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and hugged her. "I haven't hugged someone in a very long time..."

"You should get more hugs, hugs are nice," said Giovenith, hugging him tighter and then releasing. "Well then, it was really cool hanging out with everyone and you today, but I've got to go to bed now. I hope we can sort out how you feel about petting really soon, okay? Nighty-night, see you later!"

With that, she got up, put MB on her head, and walked off to her room.

OOC: Going to bed too. Night all!

"Goodnight, Giovenith." He said waving to her. "I'd better get to bed too." He then left for his room to sleep.

[Urran]

"y-you speak for yourself as well I assume....you need some sleep" he motioned toward of the beds. "I think we both do." he crawled into one of them and got under the covers

"Sounds good."

She walked to the other bed, out up her blazer and other items, laid her prosthetic on the floor, and jumped under her sheets for sleep.

"goodnight katya...we'll talk tomorrow." he rolled over and began to drift off to sleep

[Tiltjuice]

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded and hugged her. "I haven't hugged someone in a very long time..."

"You should get more hugs, hugs are nice," said Giovenith, hugging him tighter and then releasing. "Well then, it was really cool hanging out with everyone and you today, but I've got to go to bed now. I hope we can sort out how you feel about petting really soon, okay? Nighty-night, see you later!"

With that, she got up, put MB on her head, and walked off to her room.

OOC: Going to bed too. Night all!

The excited bunny twirled both ears, enjoying the ride. Fun times! More tomorrow, he signed with an air of determination.

OOC - Night Gio, Tors, NA, Urran!

"Sounds good."

She walked to the other bed, out up her blazer and other items, laid her prosthetic on the floor, and jumped under her sheets for sleep.

A figure detached from the shadows, its image resolving into that of Katya's mother.

"Death is something that comes for most. Even for those who least expect it - but I know that if she was unable to come back, she would want you to be happy," it said, in the elder Dimitrov's voice.

A thin cylinder with a single purple hair inside slid out of the figure's sleeve and onto the closest surface.

There was the soft padding of footsteps.

There was an almost silent opening and closing of the door.

There was the rasping of metal as a Sword was sheathed. An iridescent green glow lit up the corridor; some of the light leaked under the door.

Then it was gone again as the figure tiptoe/sprinted down the hallway.

[Swith Witherward]

Bielefeld Tent City was a noisy place and had been all day as equipment poured in to level the ground for construction.

Klaus spent the morning pouring over proposed utility and street maps (his background actually coming in handy for a change) and listening to the city planners. He occasionally offered suggestions as far as defense went, or to address a known issue with what lay under the ground in the way of water tables or obstacles. His only respite came in the form of two Conservators who had stopped by to monitor the odd time fluctuations necessary to speed up construction. He enjoyed a quiet lunch with them before hastening back to work.

Construction materials were top of the line, if not technologically advanced thanks to New Aksarben and the Germanic Templars. Conduits would be denser (and impossible to infect, thanks to Ceril’s protective coating. Power grids would been self-sustaining during emergencies. Water pipes and sewer lines would withstand earthquakes and other natural disasters. Most importantly, access passages would be clean and brightly lit to keep city crews safe. Even the planned subway and rail lines would have features to enhance their speed without compromising public safety.

Minerva’s lads had been equally busy coordinating supply drops with materials necessary for building construction. They were on time, on schedule, and not a penny into their budget yet. Soon shipments of materials from the BranRiech… mostly the raw stuff of concrete… would arrive.

Someone posted a hand drawn map on a notice board and everyone from cultists to city officials to those dropping off supplies could have a point of reference to look at.

[Tiltjuice]

Naomi settled her cup into its saucer again. "Ants. Have you ever seen an ant trying to move a dead mouse? One ant is pretty ineffective, Luce. But many ants, and all of them working to swarm it? They make sort work of it. Never underestimate the ants. Even old queens can lose control of their hives if those ants are exposed to something better."

Luce leaned forward and leaned his forearms on the edge of the table, looking more intense than normal. "That's a good summation. Though I'm more used to thinking of it in terms of the snowball effect, or having just one element, no matter how small, in the right place at the right Time, to produce a major effect."

[Swith Witherward]

Naomi settled her cup into its saucer again. "Ants. Have you ever seen an ant trying to move a dead mouse? One ant is pretty ineffective, Luce. But many ants, and all of them working to swarm it? They make sort work of it. Never underestimate the ants. Even old queens can lose control of their hives if those ants are exposed to something better."

Luce leaned forward and leaned his forearms on the edge of the table, looking more intense than normal. "That's a good summation. Though I'm more used to thinking of it in terms of the snowball effect, or having just one element, no matter how small, in the right place at the right Time, to produce a major effect."

Naomi smiled and her head nodded in understanding. "I can absolutely appreciate that. There's an expression, though... 'the best laid plans of mice and men'. It's a good thing they don't take gods and Conservators into account!"

She folded up her napkin and politely covered a yawn. "I'm sorry. My energy is tapering off. Do you mind if we call it an early day?"

[Tiltjuice]

Naomi smiled and her head nodded in understanding. "I can absolutely appreciate that. There's an expression, though... 'the best laid plans of mice and men'. It's a good thing they don't take gods and Conservators into account!"

She folded up her napkin and politely covered a yawn. "I'm sorry. My energy is tapering off. Do you mind if we call it an early day?"

"But of course," he inclined his head. Looking about, he judged the environment, and then dug out a few ounces of rare earth minerals to leave on the table.

"Bartering," he said apologetically. "It's easier than carrying around several different types of paper money. I hope that covers it."

[Swith Witherward]

"But of course," he inclined his head. Looking about, he judged the environment, and then dug out a few ounces of rare earth minerals to leave on the table.

"Bartering," he said apologetically. "It's easier than carrying around several different types of paper money. I hope that covers it."

"I haven't any idea what they use for money," Naomi confessed. She stood and waited on him before crossing back to the palace. "Thank you for the meal, the tea and the conversation. I haven't enjoyed something like this in a very long time. We should do it again soon."

[Tiltjuice]

"I haven't any idea what they use for money," Naomi confessed. She stood and waited on him before crossing back to the palace. "Thank you for the meal, the tea and the conversation. I haven't enjoyed something like this in a very long time. We should do it again soon."

"My pleasure as well. Time preserve you." He bowed slightly, raised a hand, and then strolled down the hallway to find a room.

[Cerillium]

Ceril shelved a book and drew four more. His goal was to systematically read through the imperial library. Progress went well though the hard sciences and philosophy, the medical texts were informative but the Templar history was complex.

His eyes scanned the pages rapidly, the blocks of text forged to memory in an instant. He'd analyze everything at a later time. His purpose today was to copy information and move to the next text.

Silvery eyes blinked every ten minutes to keep the optic receptors clear of dust. He didn't bother to mimic breathing; his bionic respiratory system didn't require his diaphragm to move. He was in his machine element. It was soothing.

Time elapsed and he disregarded its passage.

---

Klaus rifled through blueprints. Keeping everyone content was proving to be an arduous task. A stop at the mess tent was indicated. Nothing was better than piping hot coffee for clearing the mind.

The Vaffelhelm ruins steamed in the distance. Morning fog never appeared to dissipate from the blackened land. Klaus wondered how well Atosh was getting on there. The god was apparently content to squat in the old sub base.

Klaus shrugged off his concerns. Let the temperamental bastard rot. Klaus had more pressing matters at hand.

---

Deuce ventured from his room to grab breakfast. The formal dining room didn't have chairs large enough for his build. He took his plate to a balcony and leaned against the wall while eating.

[The BranRiech]

"Roger, flaps down in landing postion, begin descent." The pilot's cool voice spoke over the radio to his co-pilot. He reached over to the flaps lever and adjusted them correctly as the craft began to slow down considerably. "Landing gear down." He nodded to the crewman in charge of the 26 tank-like treaded landing gear sections and he lowered them down into landing postion.

"Landing gear down, on final approach for landing. Topographical imaging shows that the area is perfect for a smooth landing."

"Roger, landing clearance authorized, you are cleared to land. They already know we're coming."

The craft sped low over the water, decreasing speed as it descended farther still, heading towards the ground at an acceptable approach vector. In its belly, a huge load of concrete and rebarb for the new cities reconstruction in an attempt to strengthen relations with the small city-state after some particularly ice-y situations in the past.

--

Bran was wandering the other side of the library with Rachelle. He picked her out a few children's books on space and the like while he searched for a copy of the Communist Manifesto.

[Swith Witherward]

"My pleasure as well. Time preserve you." He bowed slightly, raised a hand, and then strolled down the hallway to find a room.

"What a sweet man," Naomi smiled at his retreating back and then returned to her own room.

She awoke the following morning with the urge to take advantage of the good weather. Maybe a picnic, if she could find anyone interested in going with her.

[South Romagnia]

Katya awoke to find the cylinder with the hair. She was terrified, saddened, happy, and emotional all at once.

Was that mother in my dream? Was it even a dream? No...I wasn't asleep...it was all real. It was someone she knew, I hope...

She took the cylinder and held it in her hand, looking at it for a while. She shed a single tear, smiled, and put it carefully in the front pocket of her blazer before getting up and stretching.

[South Romagnia]

Bran was wandering the other side of the library with Rachelle. He picked her out a few children's books on space and the like while he searched for a copy of the Communist Manifesto.

Torii popped up from the other side, carrying a copy of "The Doctrine of Fascism", as well as a guide on the Navy.

"Alo', Mr. Nikanor, Rachelle. I'm just, uh....doing some research."

[Urran]

Katya awoke to find the cylinder with the hair. She was terrified, saddened, happy, and emotional all at once.

Was that mother in my dream? Was it even a dream? No...I wasn't asleep...it was all real. It was someone she knew, I hope...

She took the cylinder and held it in her hand, looking at it for a while. She shed a single tear, smiled, and put it carefully in the front pocket of her blazer before getting up and stretching.

Yoshi rolled over and moaned, mumbling in Japanese. probably something along the lines of, "five more minutes"

[South Romagnia]

Katya awoke to find the cylinder with the hair. She was terrified, saddened, happy, and emotional all at once.

Was that mother in my dream? Was it even a dream? No...I wasn't asleep...it was all real. It was someone she knew, I hope...

She took the cylinder and held it in her hand, looking at it for a while. She shed a single tear, smiled, and put it carefully in the front pocket of her blazer before getting up and stretching.

Yoshi rolled over and moaned, mumbling in Japanese. probably something along the lines of, "five more minutes"

Katya was just about to put her prosthetic on, then suddenly let go and let it lean on the bed. She fell back and chuckled.

"Sleeping in late....it is quite nice..."

She took the cylinder out and looked at it again.

"It wasn't mother. Who gave this to me?", She wondered.

[The BranRiech]

Torii popped up from the other side, carrying a copy of "The Doctrine of Fascism", as well as a guide on the Navy.

"Alo', Mr. Nikanor, Rachelle. I'm just, uh....doing some research."

"Oh, so you're not hanging out with that psycho you call a girlfriend?" Bran asked angrily and pointed to the bruise on the top of his head where Tsu had hit him with a frozen pillow.

[South Romagnia]

Torii popped up from the other side, carrying a copy of "The Doctrine of Fascism", as well as a guide on the Navy.

"Alo', Mr. Nikanor, Rachelle. I'm just, uh....doing some research."

"Oh, so you're not hanging out with that psycho you call a girlfriend?" Bran asked angrily and pointed to the bruise on the top of his head where Tsu had hit him with a frozen pillow.

Torii looked worried again.

"Mr. Nikanor, I'm sorry. I really don't know what came over her...I-I can ask, I guess. Please don't hate her. I hate it when friends and family fight..."

[Urran]

Yoshi rolled over and moaned, mumbling in Japanese. probably something along the lines of, "five more minutes"

Katya was just about to put her prosthetic on, then suddenly let go and let it lean on the bed. She fell back and chuckled.

"Sleeping in late....it is quite nice..."

She took the cylinder out and looked at it again.

"It wasn't mother. Who gave this to me?", She wondered.

Yoshi stretched and and yawned and opened his eyes. he smiled nervously at Katya

[The BranRiech]

Torii looked worried again.

"Mr. Nikanor, I'm sorry. I really don't know what came over her...I-I can ask, I guess. Please don't hate her. I hate it when friends and family fight..."

"We were having fun, but she hit me with a frozen pillow. That could kill me, Torii." Bran said. "I'm not mad at you, but I am mad at Tsu for her child-like behavior." Bran explained and gestured to Torii for a hug that Rachelle quickly joined in on.

--

Kei shrugged. "Nah, some company would be nice though. Wish to join me on the couch?"

[Urran]

Torii looked worried again.

"Mr. Nikanor, I'm sorry. I really don't know what came over her...I-I can ask, I guess. Please don't hate her. I hate it when friends and family fight..."

"We were having fun, but she hit me with a frozen pillow. That could kill me, Torii." Bran said. "I'm not mad at you, but I am mad at Tsu for her child-like behavior." Bran explained and gestured to Torii for a hug that Rachelle quickly joined in on.

--

Kei shrugged. "Nah, some company would be nice though. Wish to join me on the couch?"

Tieria shrugged and sat down next to kei, scooting close to her

[The BranRiech]

Tieria shrugged and sat down next to kei, scooting close to her

"Thanks, so how are you enjoying the vacation?" Kei asked. "I find this planet wonderful, I'm not a fan of their government, but their people are fantastic."

[South Romagnia]

Katya smiled back at Yoshi, putting the cylinder with Dora's hair away.

....

Torii still looked uneasy as she joined in the hug.

"I don't k ow what your problem is with each other, but I wanna stop it."