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Library Mingle Log

Who: Everyone!
Where: The Library
When: Throughout their time in Struxta
Rating: PG, will edit if this changes
What: The Circle gets together for some research on what this place is all about. Please treat this like a mingle log--feel free to put up a starter and tag around!

The Library (hopefully) promises to have the answers that the Welcome Committee and the general robot on the street don't. Characters can access the information by computer, and the Library has just about everything that's happened in Struxta.

That's thousands of years of information to wade through, so get to work!

[ooc: As it says above, please feel free to put up your own starter and tag around! Characters can have heard others chatting about the library or been told about it by the Welcome Committee or have just wandered in. If you come across anything of interest that you'd like me to edit into or link in the main post, please just let me know.]

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[ give daylight a second, please. he's currently recalling his adventures to dialup while going through archives and databases- ]

We can try to find the newest entries and oldest entries first. [ he says this bit slowly, trying to recall dialup's method of information extraction and data management. he wishes they were here with him and firo right now, he really does. ]

After that we can... Um... Compare them to each other. See not only the dates but the evolution of how they're categorised and catalogued and... you know. Things like that.

[Honestly, from their talk in El Minha Firo'd gotten the impression that Daylight was something of a naive kid. But now he's pretty much hanging onto his every word. Very much unlike Firo, Daylight seems to have an actual plan and background knowledge.]

Newest and oldest. Yeah, uh--that sounds good.

[His brief attempt to pretend he knows what he's doing crumbles as soon as he tries to think of how to put that plan into play.]

...So how do we do that?

[ ... that's a good question. ]

We... Hang on. We... Um... How does Dialup make this look so easy...? [ oh! okay! he remembers one of the things dialup talks about now- ] We can check and see if there's a sort of filter for the entries or something like that.

If there is, there's usually a setting of sorts in most databases where you can choose the year of catalogued entries. Maybe it'll show up if we bring up the interface screen. [ daylight- you do realise firo may not understand a word you're saying, right? ]

[Indeed, Firo has no clue. After the first few multisyllabic words, he kind of tuned out. He blinks a few times, decides he shouldn't even try bullshitting this and gestures towards the computer.]

Hey, be my guest.

[All yours, Daylight! Show him your magic! Whatever it was, it sounded smart, so Firo figures it has a better chance of working than anything he'd try.]

[ ... he now realises that he has made a terrible mistake.

staring at the machinery like he expects it to bite him or firo any second now - it has happened before, back on m.shelley station. - daylight approaches one of the many databases at hand to begin. ]

Er... right... [ give him a sec to figure out how any of this works while he scoots forwards to take reins, so to speak. (dialup?? where are you when daylight needs you??)

while he attempts to start working on the thing, hoping to bring something up that looks like a user interface he could hopefully work with, a question has now come to mind- ]

What are you hoping to find, exactly? [ daylight knows he wants to learn more about the mass subconscious thing but it's just occurred to him now that, well, not everyone is going to be interested in it. ]

[Through it all, Firo will lean in and watch Daylight so closely, as if hoping the great mystery of this technology will be unlocked just by observing Daylight. Surely the huge metal guy has to know this stuff, right?]

Me? They said there were "makers," so I wanted to find out what happened to them. If they all got murdered, it doesn't exactly look good for us.

[That's followed by something between a snort and a laugh. What a situation to be in.]

What about you?

[ that's an easy enough question for daylight to answer- ]

The Mass Subconscious. It seems to be a big part of their society so I wanna learn more about. How it works. Why is works. Stuff like that.

[ all the while he begins to fiddle with the user interface, pressing buttons and moving through screens without really attempting to explain what he's doing for poor firo's sake.

oh. wow. wooooow. they could give whitecrest and dialup a run for their money. ] This might take a while. Maybe... a few hours, tops? And that's for scratching the surface of the surface too.

Might be a while before we can find any juicy info about murdered creators. [ he smiles, trying to sell the joke, but there's an anxious quality to the way his winglets flutter. ]

Hours?

[It's probably for the best that he doesn't explain; there's no way Firo'd understand, and he's already sounding slightly despairing about the time estimate.

Oh well. Nothing for it but to wait ~~and let Daylight do the work~~. He sighs and turns away from the screen--it's overwhelming to watch.]

Doesn't that mass conscious thing sound kinda creepy to you? I wouldn't want everybody in my head.

[He's got enough people in there already; thanks, Szilard.]

[ day gives firo an apologetic look when he hears the exclamation, shrugging a little bit in helplessness since that's the at best scenario too. he has a feeling this might take longer if daylight doesn't get this right.

... which might be the case. he's no dialup here and he suspects even whitecrest would be struggling with this if they're going in blind. ]

We'll get something...?

[ you don't sound all that confident, day.

you also don't look all that comfortable, either, when asked the question. he clears his vocoder, trying to put his words together. ]

It's a pretty extreme way to achieve peace, yeah, but it sounds- [ ummm... ] -interesting, to followup. Something like this is being proposed back on Galateon, my dad's planet, but on a smaller scale. It'll be interesting to figure out how they really do this and stuff.

Plus- It's a real good angle for info, don't you think? All those memories and thoughts and stuff from everyone here? [ way too good of a thing to pass up, in day's opinion. ]

[Firo does not look consoled, but he nods noncommittally nonetheless; he still realizes that he'd find out pretty much nothing on his own, so he should be grateful for whatever they (read: Daylight) find out at all.]

Too good--it sounds like a nightmare if you've got secrets to keep. The information brokers back home are bad enough to deal with, and they're limited to what a person can find out.

[Which is an impressive amount, when you have their resources. But it's still not literally everything.]

What's your dad think about it?

[ daylight visibly freezes up at the question, unsure of how to respond for a few seconds because um.

yeah.

his plating slicks down, sticking painfully close to his frame as he tries to speak, ] Oh. Um. My dad? My dad. Right. My dad.

I, um, wouldn't know. Not really. He wasn't... [ at this point, it's pretty obvious why he's freezing up and stumbling about his words. all the same, he tries to answer proper. the least he can do for firo right now. ] ... alive... when I was born.

[ ... yeah... ]

[Firo watches in consternation up until Daylight lays it out. Then he nods, an almost businesslike movement. For all Firo's nosiness, he wouldn't want to drag potentially painful information out of someone. Besides, they're men, and men just don't talk about these things, particularly if it'll cause one to be so visibly affected.]

Didn't mean to pry.

[And since he has this family factoid in common with Daylight, he tries to pivot the subject, which is what he'd want someone to do for him.]

You made it sound like his planet isn't the same as yours. Where do you live?

[Did his dad emigrate? That'd be another similarity up in their family trees.]

[ daylight smiles at firo, trying to give a 'it's cool' flutter with his winglets to show no harm, no foul. firo didn't know about it and it's not like daylight started the chat with, 'by the way- i'm not cool with this, this, and this topic. can we avoid it?'

so. yeah. an accident. nothing more.

but the change of topic? welcomed and embraced, wholeheartedly. though firo possibly can't pick it up, he sends out a wave of thanks-touched-relief.]

Yeah. He was from Galateon. Technically I was born there too but eh- [ a vague hand gesture. so-and-so. ] Politics. Made it messy. My mom and dad ended up simply claiming Earth as my planet to keep it simple for my records.

[ which he doesn't mind. he has a lot more happy memories from earth than galateon. ]

[It's weird to hear about "Earth" as a birthplace, as if it's one unified land, when in Firo's experience it's anything but. Hell, neighborhoods within his own city view each other as foreigners.

He smiles and turns around to look at the library, more as a full-body fidget than out of a real effort to look for something.]

I'm from Earth too--guess that makes us neighbors. ...Never saw anybody who looked like you, though. Where exactly did you live? Ah--like what city? I'm from New York.

[Time is most likely the difference, rather than distance, but he can't imagine his world changing so much.]

Oh wow! No wonder you're so cool. You're from New York! [ planet buddies! and from the new york too! there's a chance the city he knows and the city firo knows are different, drastically so, but- yeah. it's really nice to know that the city that never sleeps still exists in other universes.

that has daylight smiling again, winglets fluttering once again now that he's eased back into the conversation. ]

A city? Oh no, no. I didn't live in a city. I lived in a desert town while growing up. Dust Tumbles, the Old Farmlands. Pretty much sun and dust storms and the occasional mean winter.

Right now I'm with my dad's starship, the Lornful Light, serving on it to help out other places that need a lending hand. Kind of like, um, what we're doing here now! [ a little thoughtful pause. then he adds, ] Just... You know. More organisation and rules and protocols of how to do it.

[Someone called him cool?! Excuse him while he tries not to beam like a child--that, after all, would not be cool.

He distracts himself by smoothing down his jacket and nodding along to Daylight's story. Being a big fan of westerns, he can just picture the little desert town and wants to ask more about it, but the rest of what Daylight's saying snags his attention too.]

A starship, huh? [As if he has a clue what that means, which he doesn't.] So all this running around and sticking our nose in other people's business isn't that new to you.

[Honestly, being nosy isn't that new to Firo either, but he'd need a little more self-awareness to realize that right now.]

Yeah! The Lornful Light - my dad's starship - has been doing it for a long, long time so they've got it down pat. [ he sounds very proud as he talks about his dad's legacy, looking proud and happy to be involved in it now.

it's always been a dream of his to follow his parents somehow and honestly? his dad's adventures are a lot of more fun sounding than his mom's adventures. (no offence, mom. pushing laws and orders are great and super important things to do... just not his thing.) ] I've been with them for maybe, um, a few Terran years. Give or take. If you round it off. Stuff like that.

[ not a lot of time to a galateion when they live for hundreds and hundreds of years but, you know, every day counts on that ship. especially considering the work they do. ]

It's kind of why I wish I had paid more attention to how they do things. I'm sure they've faced a problem like we're facing now. They've been through a lot.

[Hey, another similarity! Then again, Firo followed his father's footsteps into a life of crime, but we can't all be intergalactic heroes.]

Too bad Astoria didn't just call 'em up. Would've saved the rest of us a lotta trouble.

If you were there for years, you've gotta remember some of it, right?

Yeah... [ he laughs, flustered but happy. ] I find myself wishing the others were here too. They'll be a great help right now.

[ example: dialup and their amazing data management programs going through the library's records. they wouldn't be occasionally squinting at the screens like a total dummy as is the case with daylight here.

when he hears the question, he pauses. considers his reply. ] Ummm... Kind of? I have a faint idea of what the procedures and stuff are but, ah, executing them? Not so much.

Admittedly, I haven't seen a lot of action since I joined.

[ he is trying so very hard to keep the pouting out of his voice. he is. ~~(and it's not working.)~~ ]

[Firo almost feels like he shouldn't ask... But, well, he's immediately curious, so he has to.]

Why's that?

[It's hard to tell how old Daylight is, but something about him strikes Firo as pretty young, so perhaps that's why.]

I'm considered too young. [ here, he puffs out his cheek, clearly annoyed by that.

judging by the errant flicks to his winglets, day is no doubt thinking about all the times the 'too young' card was pulled on him during adventures. ] I'm just a hundred-and-eight, so I'm the youngest one on the ship.

[ meaning there are times he gets treated like a beeper. even by nightbreak and dialup! urgh! ]

[108? Given that he's talking to a huge metal person, Firo supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Heck, Daylight's still a lot younger than Czes, anyway.

Firo tries to hide an amused smile and shrugs.]

You've gotta put in your time at the bottom first--that's how it works at any company. [He says confidently, having never worked a legal job.] My Family didn't let me tackle big jobs until I'd been with them a few years, either. But if they have you around at all, that must mean they're planning on letting you see action someday, right? Don't worry about it.

[ ... that... that makes sense. it makes a lot of sense, considering how it was important to prove's yourself and your worth to an established group.

but he wishes it didn't make sense in his ~~pouting~~ thinking. mostly because it means it'll be a long, long time before he and the others in fireteam trialblazer would be taken seriously by the others on the lornful light. siiiiigh. ]

When it came to you working with your family- [ not with a capital f. mostly because poor daylight, sheltered as ever, is thinking of this business being an actual sort of mom and pop business. like what mr. darrison had when the old man was still kicking. ] -how many 'years' were 'years' for you until you started getting more serious jobs? Two years? Three years? Four years?

[ please don't give an answer that has it in the double digits. day may or may not got nuts in that moment. ]

[Firo can't keep from smiling anymore; he remembers being that eager, how he felt a twinge of agony every day that he didn't manage to do something amazing. He can appreciate someone's desire to start doing bigger and better jobs for their people--god knows some of the picciotto today could use that enthusiasm.]

Well, it was a year or two before they started asking me to help with things outside of the normal day-to-day work, every so often. [And given that he royally screwed some of the extra tasks, he wouldn't have blamed them if they waited longer.] It was five before I actually got promoted.

If you're already over 100, that's not too long to wait, huh?

[He shouldn't be talking given how much he was chomping at the bit, but he'll conveniently ignore that fact for now.]

[ daylight is unable to keep his reaction to himself so he lets his feelings known about the idea of having to wait five more years- ]

Urrrghh-[ he puffs out a cheek in frustration, looking very much like he was sulking at the idea of having to do more waiting.

the horror. the horror. it's enough to make him not realise he's actually gotten an entry of interest - something about the city's past, judging from the text in the entry - while he speaks out his thoughts on this. ] That's like twenty in Galateion years!

[ maybe more, seeing as how his parents knew most of the command and heads on the lornful light. his winglets flicks in irritation, almost batting poor meddy in the helm when they were zipping by. ]

How did you do it, Firo? [ he looks at him with big blue optics, pleading. ] How did you get your family to take you seriously?

Edited 2018-08-14 03:45 (UTC)

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