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paixaorpg2010-12-17 02:44 pm
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We're Using Science! [Active/Open]
Character(s): Urd, open!
Content: Urd gathers what she hopes are the best people to help make a medicinal cure for the paranoia virus.
Setting: New Hope, across the street from The Cheap Prayer.
Time: Week 27, morning
Warnings: None.
Urd gazed out the shop window, watching the morning light rise above the roof. The fog had already mostly dissipated for the day, a few lingering silvery strands hovering in shadowed corners and hidden alleyways. She frowned, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. Though she had a fairly good reason as to why she'd waited this long to do anything about the terrible mist, she still felt a little guilty. How much damage had been done while she'd been so preoccupied? Luckily her fellow visitors were made of stronger stuff than the Organization gave them credit for. At least, she hoped they were.
She turned and headed further into her shop. The shelves and racks had disappeared. In the center of the mostly empty room was a long wooden table, all manner of scientific tools resting in a line. Her own alchemy equipment sat on one end, along with a beaker filled with swirling fog. Urd picked it up and examined it for had to have been the twentieth time since she captured it and bound it into the beaker with a magic seal.
There was no way to fix this by herself. Something like this required a group effort. All she had to do was wait...and hope.
Content: Urd gathers what she hopes are the best people to help make a medicinal cure for the paranoia virus.
Setting: New Hope, across the street from The Cheap Prayer.
Time: Week 27, morning
Warnings: None.
Urd gazed out the shop window, watching the morning light rise above the roof. The fog had already mostly dissipated for the day, a few lingering silvery strands hovering in shadowed corners and hidden alleyways. She frowned, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. Though she had a fairly good reason as to why she'd waited this long to do anything about the terrible mist, she still felt a little guilty. How much damage had been done while she'd been so preoccupied? Luckily her fellow visitors were made of stronger stuff than the Organization gave them credit for. At least, she hoped they were.
She turned and headed further into her shop. The shelves and racks had disappeared. In the center of the mostly empty room was a long wooden table, all manner of scientific tools resting in a line. Her own alchemy equipment sat on one end, along with a beaker filled with swirling fog. Urd picked it up and examined it for had to have been the twentieth time since she captured it and bound it into the beaker with a magic seal.
There was no way to fix this by herself. Something like this required a group effort. All she had to do was wait...and hope.
no subject
Mao pulled the vial he'd brought with him out from his coat, scowling at the room and certainly not embarrassed. "Mao," he said quickly. "Overlord Mao."
Potential Specimen--Tim or Zen or whatever his name was--spoke up again. Mao wasn't sure whether or not the fact Potential Specimen thought that everyone here was human was funny or just insulting. Mao scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not human, you idiot, and if I could just get a look at whatever they have here that controls the climate I'm sure I could..."
Mao stopped. "That has to be what's being used to disperse it," he muttered under his breath, silently cursing himself for not having come to that conclusion earlier. It was obvious! How hadn't he seen it before? If they could just find out where it was, maybe he would be able to change the programming on it and get this taken care of.
Ugh, but who knew how long that would take! Why did the simplest solution have to take so long? "Anyway, if there's magic in whatever makes up that fog, do you think technology's going to be the only thing to get rid of it? If I have to work with other people, you're working with other people. I don't care what your opinion about it is! I'll make you stay out of spite!"