Jade "read the script" Curtiss (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-08-14 01:17 am
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-08-14 01:17 am
Third Field of Fonons [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the 11th)
[Action]
[Once there was a mansion - built on a legacy of oiling, wealth and a pure, sterile family pride. But that was all just a dream. Jade found himself instead standing in an empty plot of land. He kneeled down, pressing his hand against his forehead as he remembered. He remembered everything and everyone he really was. The man who was born as Jade Balfour, who used to scowl at the types of shameless nobles that he had just been living the life of. The first thing he thought of was at least a dozen better tactics that he could have used against Zompano. Then he thought of his true family - his true life - all the damage he had caused. Once again, his greatest and only true weapon - his mind - had been infiltrated and misused by other inhabitants of this world. This was getting to be very frustrating.
And there was more anger burning inside him - familiar to him, but in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. Either way, he is set to get to the bottom of this. No need to waste time licking his wounds. No time to think about - what Zompano had done to him. And how he had survived...
He spends his time staggering throughout Luceti, where earlier that day there was a whole city and automobiles. As he does so, his red eyes are all the more glaringly obvious sans his glasses. He trudges his way all the way up to Community House 1 - to lock himself in his workshop, and his research. He only lingers outside of Community House 7 - he knows already that Rapunzel lives her. This place had made them family once before after all, but that time was much more bizarre and vaguely remembered. He hesitates, wondering whether or not he should pay a visit. Either way, he eventually makes his way to his workshop in House 1 and is back to his research. He has to piece together exactly what happened. Now that his memory is back, he remembers that first night - the lights on the barrier. To think... they'd truly been invaded.]
[Voice]
[Eventually, he takes out his journal. And mechanically bangs a few pans together into it. Maybe that should snap the fellow inhabitants back into attention. This matter was something that absolutely had to be discussed, after all.]
Rise and shine, everyone. Let's not dawdle on this. I understand that at the moment, most of you must be dealing with something that feels akin to a hangover of a cosmic scale. However, we are all very due for a debriefing. Or, in more layman's terms: let's review what in the blazes just happened.
[ooc: You can consider this a placeholder post of sorts. Feel free to wait until more event stuff plays out before tagging in if that will help - and similarly some of Jade's tags here may be on hold while more of his own event stuff actually plays out.]
[Once there was a mansion - built on a legacy of oiling, wealth and a pure, sterile family pride. But that was all just a dream. Jade found himself instead standing in an empty plot of land. He kneeled down, pressing his hand against his forehead as he remembered. He remembered everything and everyone he really was. The man who was born as Jade Balfour, who used to scowl at the types of shameless nobles that he had just been living the life of. The first thing he thought of was at least a dozen better tactics that he could have used against Zompano. Then he thought of his true family - his true life - all the damage he had caused. Once again, his greatest and only true weapon - his mind - had been infiltrated and misused by other inhabitants of this world. This was getting to be very frustrating.
And there was more anger burning inside him - familiar to him, but in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. Either way, he is set to get to the bottom of this. No need to waste time licking his wounds. No time to think about - what Zompano had done to him. And how he had survived...
He spends his time staggering throughout Luceti, where earlier that day there was a whole city and automobiles. As he does so, his red eyes are all the more glaringly obvious sans his glasses. He trudges his way all the way up to Community House 1 - to lock himself in his workshop, and his research. He only lingers outside of Community House 7 - he knows already that Rapunzel lives her. This place had made them family once before after all, but that time was much more bizarre and vaguely remembered. He hesitates, wondering whether or not he should pay a visit. Either way, he eventually makes his way to his workshop in House 1 and is back to his research. He has to piece together exactly what happened. Now that his memory is back, he remembers that first night - the lights on the barrier. To think... they'd truly been invaded.]
[Voice]
[Eventually, he takes out his journal. And mechanically bangs a few pans together into it. Maybe that should snap the fellow inhabitants back into attention. This matter was something that absolutely had to be discussed, after all.]
Rise and shine, everyone. Let's not dawdle on this. I understand that at the moment, most of you must be dealing with something that feels akin to a hangover of a cosmic scale. However, we are all very due for a debriefing. Or, in more layman's terms: let's review what in the blazes just happened.
[ooc: You can consider this a placeholder post of sorts. Feel free to wait until more event stuff plays out before tagging in if that will help - and similarly some of Jade's tags here may be on hold while more of his own event stuff actually plays out.]
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Glad to see that we agree on something.
I take it that you're not interested in an experiment then. Pity. Didn't you just say that you liked to gamble?
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Or, to be concise. 'Data.'
[A part of him hated using that word in terms of this. That same part hated the idea of treating this rationally, but the suspicion needed a proper test.]
We wouldn't have an answer for a long while, and it really depends on what happens in the future.
...It also depends on trusting our own intelligence and ability to find the trail. That's the hard part.
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[He knew the flaws of it intimately. It took twenty years for a crucial piece to come to light, after all.]
If you're not interested I can take it elsewhere. [Tsun tsun.] I'm going to do it anyway, but it seemed like something you'd be interested in. I just thought I'd be nice and offer you the opportunity to do the same.
An experiment always works best if you can run multiple tests. [A sigh.] It looks like there's no helping it...
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I'm not a scientist, Mister Curtiss. I'm only someone who retired from Public Service. [And glows blue and has a nasty kick :|] And, I'm just trying to take a rational approach to this. Don't you think it might be easier to test if we both coordinate? That way, on the off chance that one of us is unaffected the next time there's a Shift like this, we can see if the ideas work.
...Besides, I might need a more experienced person around to learn a few things from. Public Service, though useful, doesn't offer much for situations like this.