Library Mingle Log

[foundafamily]

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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[foundafamily]

[Firo's. Not thrilled to be here. He's not anti-library--he's even read a few books in his lifetime!--but he's not really a research kind of guy. If he thinks, he thinks on his feet, usually in a fight, not in quiet contemplation.

And yet here he is. His preferred method of just badgering the Welcome Committee didn't get him much in the way of actual information, but it got him here, so it's what he'll have to work with if he wants his curiosity (and wariness) to be satisfied at all.

And, in a way, maybe the quiet is a bit welcome; this place is so beyond his time that being out in the open is honestly overstimulating. He'd take El Minha over this any day.

But again: here he is.

After a crash course with the computer, he feels even more lost than before. Other characters may notice that he's not even approaching the machine yet; instead, he turns to whoever's nearest to him.]

So. Where do you think we start?

[teratias]

[The library is second nature to Waver. He is a creature of books, of research, of sitting around and endlessly going through page after page of text. The touch screens and everything are new to him (ah, being from the 1990s), the process of research is not.

He's happiest went left to his own devices, a notebook to one side of him and a screen full of text in front.

It's late when he finally looks up from his screen, unsure if there's anyone else in the library, or if the place is even open right now. That second part is...well.]

--Jeez, I hope I'm not locked in.

[Actually, it'd be amazing.]

[bleps]

[They had been working together as a group for a few days by now, scouring the Library’s endless trove of information, an impossible amount of data archived on the servers, which lined each floor like tombs in a military graveyard. Progress was progress, and there were encouraging moments within the grind; a pinpoint of interesting information here, an illuminating file of Struxta’s history there. But it was like plucking a few grains of sand from an endless desert, and Connor knew that combing through all of it was nothing more than wishful thinking. They didn’t have enough manpower between them, this place was too large, there was an uncountable amount of history to peel back, layer by thin layer. They were restricted by resources and, most of all, time.

These are his thoughts as he stands before one of the consoles in the middle of this particular floor, the glow from the screen casting the whole of him in a strange, diaphanous blue. Connor’s mouth tugs at a frown. There were answers to be had about this world, tucked away and waiting to be pulled out from a sea of data. They just needed a wider, more efficient net.

He doesn’t spare a glance at whoever happens to be nearby. He’s too focused on an idea blossoming in his mind, but he’s courteous enough to supply a vague, yet worrisome warning:]

I’m going to try something.

[He reaches out, and places a hand on the console.

It’s not the same kind of interfacing that he’s used to. The displayed skin on his hand doesn’t eddy back to show porcelain-white plastic, but the vast gateways of the Library open up to him regardless, and he can see just how much there is to plunge into. He had done this once before, hesitating at the precipice, but now Connor’s curiosity has mingled with stubbornness, and he finalizes the connection with his own processes.

From an outsider’s perspective, it’s hard to tell exactly what’s happening. He stands still, the blue circular LED at his temple flickering sporadically. But these moments culminate into something definitely worrisome: the stutter of the light on the screen and across the row of servers nearby, the crackle of something internal freezing up — or heating up — shown in a strange paroxysm of shock on his face, and inevitably, his body crumpling suddenly and unceremoniously to the floor.

He’s unconscious, gone offline, having bit off more than he could chew, supposedly. You’re now saddled with an android on the ground, with a fried AI. What do?]

((OOC; This top level will act as a starting point for characters who want to aid Connor, or just an overall mingle of “wtf just happened”. Since he’s out of it, I won’t be tagging in until necessary, so feel free to get creative with what to do with him, and talk amongst yourselves!

Some issues people can try to fix: corrupted software, a deactivated Thirium pump regulator (regulates his artificial heartbeat, basically, and can be found accessible just below his sternum. Looks like a cylindrical plug), and overheated components in his ‘brain’.

The LED at his temple can be scanned to do a quick diagnostic of his overall state, if a character possesses that ability. Otherwise, he has a well-hidden panel that slides open around his torso area, which can be forcibly pried open if you wanna really get in there. You’ll have to get under his shirt for it!))

[beyondthegreen]

[Tefé is late to the library party after some real-world exploration shenanigans. But she's actually pleasantly surprised there's other people in here, trying to learn things about this world too.

Better catch up.

She crouches a little behind you, trying to get a look at the screen over your shoulder.]

What have you figured out so far?

[She asks curiously.]

[bowtiedbones]

[Eliza's been glued to her computer screen for a good solid couple hours now, same as she has been every day, but now she pushes back from her desk with a noisy clatter.]

Okay, oof. Stretch break!

[Louder than someone should really be in a library, but it's a little bit deliberate. There's too many people sitting too still at too many desks, get up and active, people! Stretch your joints, work your servos, either or.]

[tranquilforest]

[Everything about this place was deeply strange, and the local Struxta version of a library is an entirely new experience for her. Despite the help from other members of the Circle, she was still not familiar with accessing information using the devices that were built so deeply into every part of the daily life of the native Struxtan people.

Rather than looking for something in particular, she's taking her time to explore. Browsing all the information available and looking for things that catch her eye, as much out of whimsy, instinct, and random chance as out of any categorical delving into the depths of the information that must exist here. She had her own thoughts about what would be useful, or what kinds of research should be done, but for now she was indulging herself.

She leans back in her chair with a sigh. The next item she selects looks like a piece of music, and she hums to herself, eyes running over the lines of text on the screen, making a guess at meter and rhyme. The descriptions were...evocative, though still undeniably alien, and she wonders how much of it is lost in translation... and how much of it is by design.]