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stuck-mynock.livejournal.com[OOMs: Atton and Will go on a trip to Nottingham, which inadvertantly lead to arguing and talking about their issues. Then, they watch holos.]
May. 30th, 2008
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May. 30th, 2008 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notascreensaverAt the bar, AndrAIa is reading the vid-screen, reading through the explanation, and scanning her options. Mermaid, no, a robotic form, eeehhh. A selkie...what the frag was a selkie?
She regards her last option for a while. Since she's started coming to Milliways, she's wondered what it's be like to be a human, especially so after the realization that whoever designed her Game modeled her after a human.
The Game sprite mulls the decision over a few moments longer before choosing her option and after a flash of light there's a blond-haired, blue eyed woman standing there, dressed in a pair of swim trunks, a tank top, and a pair of painful looking heels which she teeters on precariously.
The Gam- woman stands there looking poleaxed, she's heard the others talk about the loss of formatting when a sprite turns human, but hearing and experiencing are two different things. This though, this was just...
"Oh, User..."
However lost she looks, if one discounts the heels, she looks like she should be catching some waves, rather than standing in the Bar, which she does for a few more moments before shakily seating herself at the counter and trading in her heels for a pair of sandals.
[Tinytag: Cubefall]
[ooc: Edited because of inconsistencies due to sleep depravation.]
She regards her last option for a while. Since she's started coming to Milliways, she's wondered what it's be like to be a human, especially so after the realization that whoever designed her Game modeled her after a human.
The Game sprite mulls the decision over a few moments longer before choosing her option and after a flash of light there's a blond-haired, blue eyed woman standing there, dressed in a pair of swim trunks, a tank top, and a pair of painful looking heels which she teeters on precariously.
The Gam- woman stands there looking poleaxed, she's heard the others talk about the loss of formatting when a sprite turns human, but hearing and experiencing are two different things. This though, this was just...
"Oh, User..."
However lost she looks, if one discounts the heels, she looks like she should be catching some waves, rather than standing in the Bar, which she does for a few more moments before shakily seating herself at the counter and trading in her heels for a pair of sandals.
[Tinytag: Cubefall]
[ooc: Edited because of inconsistencies due to sleep depravation.]
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May. 30th, 2008 07:02 amprecocioustilda.livejournal.comTilda inna bar.
By thefire furnace.
Enjoying the whole Cubefall thing.
Several nearby tables and chairs are being reassembled into... well, frankly, we're not sure.
But it does involve some creative interfacing between the many styles of construction toy available to her.
BEST HOLIDAY EVER. Pity she's missed the transformative part so far, but she's been upstairs researching obscure maths and then-- well, she got distracted.
Very much botherable.
By the
Enjoying the whole Cubefall thing.
Several nearby tables and chairs are being reassembled into... well, frankly, we're not sure.
But it does involve some creative interfacing between the many styles of construction toy available to her.
BEST HOLIDAY EVER. Pity she's missed the transformative part so far, but she's been upstairs researching obscure maths and then-- well, she got distracted.
Very much botherable.
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May. 30th, 2008 09:12 amever_lovinBen woke up this morning to one more surprise from bar. He didn't think he'd get another choice for what body to wear for his last day of CubeFall but he's not gonna complain.
So today there is a 12 years old Ben sitting in a booth reading the Dangerous Book for Boys and absentmindedly eating from a towering stack of flap jacks that are about to burst from syrup saturation.
"Huh. So that's how you tie a sheet bend knot"
So today there is a 12 years old Ben sitting in a booth reading the Dangerous Book for Boys and absentmindedly eating from a towering stack of flap jacks that are about to burst from syrup saturation.
"Huh. So that's how you tie a sheet bend knot"
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May. 30th, 2008 11:25 amdean-o-dell.livejournal.comHe stares at the vidscreen for ten minutes. End Reconfiguration at 2400 - Y/N?. It's a big decision.
It's one thing to play at being someone else, quite another to wear that form, that physique and face, permanently. In a sense, Cyrus O'Dell really would be dead. And yet, that was the point. He was dead. Whatever it was his mind (or soul or spark or memories) were contained in, it wasn't really his body. That body was likely cremated and consigned to the Pacific Ocean. And there wasn't any reason that, his life behind him, he couldn't make a change. The mind would still be the same. He thought of a line from Don Quixote: "I know who I am and who I may be, if I choose."
And to make yourself over for the foreseeable future - maybe until the next CubeFall - as the spitting image of a long-dead but legendary boxer is, if nothing else, quixotic. He might end up regretting it. He might come to miss the face he saw every day for nearly 60 years. His friends in the Bar might be put off by it. It could be a mistake. But Cyrus didn't think this was the case.
He touches the screen, and selects No. Come tomorrow, he would still be young, strong, vital (if still not actually alive). He would still be Jack Dempsey reborn. He smiles as the screen floats away, and then orders lunch.
[ooc: tinytag: CubeFall
It's one thing to play at being someone else, quite another to wear that form, that physique and face, permanently. In a sense, Cyrus O'Dell really would be dead. And yet, that was the point. He was dead. Whatever it was his mind (or soul or spark or memories) were contained in, it wasn't really his body. That body was likely cremated and consigned to the Pacific Ocean. And there wasn't any reason that, his life behind him, he couldn't make a change. The mind would still be the same. He thought of a line from Don Quixote: "I know who I am and who I may be, if I choose."
And to make yourself over for the foreseeable future - maybe until the next CubeFall - as the spitting image of a long-dead but legendary boxer is, if nothing else, quixotic. He might end up regretting it. He might come to miss the face he saw every day for nearly 60 years. His friends in the Bar might be put off by it. It could be a mistake. But Cyrus didn't think this was the case.
He touches the screen, and selects No. Come tomorrow, he would still be young, strong, vital (if still not actually alive). He would still be Jack Dempsey reborn. He smiles as the screen floats away, and then orders lunch.
[ooc: tinytag: CubeFall
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May. 30th, 2008 11:50 amsimple-secret.livejournal.comFunny thing about foxes -- they come and go as they please, and tend to appear when things are interesting.
The bar is full of toys. This is VERY INTERESTING. Fox makes cheerful use of them, scuttling and slithering under tables and chairs and building himself a little stack of prettythings.
And then the prettythings ask him a question.
He tilts his head, flicks an ear, swishes his tail, and chooses.
It's about time he tried out this human nonsense.
Former-fox. In the bar. On the floor. (Clothing conveniently provided, because the mun feels like it).
He has OPPOSABLE THUMBS and will be wiggling them delightedly at any passer-by.
The bar is full of toys. This is VERY INTERESTING. Fox makes cheerful use of them, scuttling and slithering under tables and chairs and building himself a little stack of prettythings.
And then the prettythings ask him a question.
He tilts his head, flicks an ear, swishes his tail, and chooses.
It's about time he tried out this human nonsense.
Former-fox. In the bar. On the floor. (Clothing conveniently provided, because the mun feels like it).
He has OPPOSABLE THUMBS and will be wiggling them delightedly at any passer-by.
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May. 30th, 2008 01:57 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.comKate wanted to go out back, but couldn't really practice for another day or so. And now the bar was prompted her again with possible changes. A hawk, a blue jay, or a robot. She wasn't sure but she did like the flying part of being a hawk. Had some new powers now, but not sure about flying. And maybe that other thing in her head wouldn't be there in a different form. Will seemed really happy as a fox. It doesn't solve their problems, but does give them a break from them. She quietly stared at the vidwindow floating in front of her.
(ooc: as of Will's thread, Kate's a blue jay for the day.)
(ooc: as of Will's thread, Kate's a blue jay for the day.)
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May. 30th, 2008 02:02 pmno-sin-but.livejournal.comMarlowe has two distinct problems.
The first is that he is endlessly, insatiably curious.
The second is that when confronted with a choice, he tends to go 'why not' instead of the far more sensible 'why'.
This is why Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit also known as Nicholas Skeres, playwright, poet, actor and one-eyed assassin is currently sitting at the bar, drinking some wine and looking around in amusement.
Any comments on how her boots are now gender appropriate run the risk of sarcasm.
tiny!tag: cubefall
The first is that he is endlessly, insatiably curious.
The second is that when confronted with a choice, he tends to go 'why not' instead of the far more sensible 'why'.
This is why Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit also known as Nicholas Skeres, playwright, poet, actor and one-eyed assassin is currently sitting at the bar, drinking some wine and looking around in amusement.
Any comments on how her boots are now gender appropriate run the risk of sarcasm.
tiny!tag: cubefall
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May. 30th, 2008 02:25 pmmnt_mikeBar is up and mobile again, on this the third and last day of Cubefall.
Up, mobile, and...dancing?
Yup, that'd be Metalheaded Mike teaching her how to do the robot.
Mike's yet to find the rocket booster/jet pack portion of his current shape, but he did find the tape deck.
Good thing he still has all his mixed tapes from back in the day.
Up, mobile, and...dancing?
Yup, that'd be Metalheaded Mike teaching her how to do the robot.
Mike's yet to find the rocket booster/jet pack portion of his current shape, but he did find the tape deck.
Good thing he still has all his mixed tapes from back in the day.
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May. 30th, 2008 03:13 pmwaylostandfound.livejournal.comSo Ma's pregnant, and dad's busy talking with Mr. Linderman. AGAIN. So Nathan was happy to see the door working, and blinked with surprise. Wow! Hey where did all these toys come from? He ran in, and then something showed up in front of him. What the heck is Cubefall? Oooh! There's a falcon, an angel, and no way! A flying robot?? Awesome! He clicked it, and grinned as he stared down at himself.
BEST DAY EVER!
[tiny tag: Cubefall]
BEST DAY EVER!
[tiny tag: Cubefall]
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May. 30th, 2008 03:28 pmacts_of_gordThe Bar's too complicated an environment for Gordon to handle today. Fascinating as the goings-on are, and enthusiastic as the people who chose trial forms may be, it's just too much. He seriously considered going back to his room and just staying there when he came down the stairs and saw that Cubefall was in full swing, but...
If I quit, if I give up, that's forever.
All right, it's a little overdramatic, but today he just hasn't got the energy to respond to anything less absolute. If someone's looking for him, they'll find him outside in his T-shirt and jeans, settled on the grassy ground with his back to a rock, looking out over the lake.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Brand of Amber]
If I quit, if I give up, that's forever.
All right, it's a little overdramatic, but today he just hasn't got the energy to respond to anything less absolute. If someone's looking for him, they'll find him outside in his T-shirt and jeans, settled on the grassy ground with his back to a rock, looking out over the lake.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Brand of Amber]
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May. 30th, 2008 03:39 pmmendanddefend_archiveReligion is not a concept that comes naturally to sprites. The Users are akin to gods, true, but they are not entities which inspire worship or prayer. There are no temples, no priests, no holy books, no rituals to be carried out or commandments to be followed.
That being said, sprites do carry some concepts in common with the followers of Primus.
Honoring the dead is one of them.
There are no remains to speak of; sprites don't leave bodies behind when they die, and Bob didn't have access to the personal effects of the deleted. All Bob has is a file from the Guardian Collective, with a list of names and pictures. It's a list of all of the Guardians who ended file under Daemon's rule. There are hundreds of names and faces. Most of them, Bob never met. Some were casual acquaintances from his Academy days. A few were close friends. But they were all colleagues, and they all met their end while executing the commands of a supervirus.
A Guardian shouldn't have to die like that. No one should.
Phong would have something deep and meaningful to say. So would Turbo. But Bob isn't either of them. All he has is a softly whispered "I'm sorry" as he feeds the file into the furnace that stands where the fireplace will be again tomorrow.
He stands at the furnace for another long moment, then turns and silently makes his way over to an out-of-the-way table, lost in his own recollections.
He wouldn't be averse to company, though.
That being said, sprites do carry some concepts in common with the followers of Primus.
Honoring the dead is one of them.
There are no remains to speak of; sprites don't leave bodies behind when they die, and Bob didn't have access to the personal effects of the deleted. All Bob has is a file from the Guardian Collective, with a list of names and pictures. It's a list of all of the Guardians who ended file under Daemon's rule. There are hundreds of names and faces. Most of them, Bob never met. Some were casual acquaintances from his Academy days. A few were close friends. But they were all colleagues, and they all met their end while executing the commands of a supervirus.
A Guardian shouldn't have to die like that. No one should.
Phong would have something deep and meaningful to say. So would Turbo. But Bob isn't either of them. All he has is a softly whispered "I'm sorry" as he feeds the file into the furnace that stands where the fireplace will be again tomorrow.
He stands at the furnace for another long moment, then turns and silently makes his way over to an out-of-the-way table, lost in his own recollections.
He wouldn't be averse to company, though.
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May. 30th, 2008 04:12 pmblowupthefloatsThings were tense in the squadroom of the 1-6 these days. Lake was still sitting in Riker's, waiting for his court date. Fin, when he wasn't trying to convince Cragen to approve his transfer, was giving the cold shoulder to Liv and Elliot. Not speaking to El Munch could understand, but Olivia had done nothing but be his partner. But apparently "guilt by association" was enough reason for Tutuola. And Casey...no one had heard anything from her since her meeting with Judge Donnelly. Internally John knew that this time no news wasn't good news.
So when Munch steps into Milliways this afternoon for his first bartending shift, the empty area behind the bar seems almost like a godsend (even if Milliways itself currently looks like it's been made of Legos). Without hesitation he steps behind the bar, removing his jacket (and, after a moment's hesitation, his service piece) and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He wipes down the wood with a damp cloth before starting to write on the chalkboard:
Specials
Manhattan
Manhattan Bella
Manhattan Sweet
Then, as an afterthought he adds in smaller writing:
Half-off anything else with a New York theme.
Looks like everything's all set. John steps back, ready to serve.
[Tinytag: Cubefall]
So when Munch steps into Milliways this afternoon for his first bartending shift, the empty area behind the bar seems almost like a godsend (even if Milliways itself currently looks like it's been made of Legos). Without hesitation he steps behind the bar, removing his jacket (and, after a moment's hesitation, his service piece) and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He wipes down the wood with a damp cloth before starting to write on the chalkboard:
Manhattan
Manhattan Bella
Manhattan Sweet
Then, as an afterthought he adds in smaller writing:
Looks like everything's all set. John steps back, ready to serve.
[Tinytag: Cubefall]
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May. 30th, 2008 05:01 pmsignore-treschi.livejournal.comThe bar is looking very strange when Tonio comes in, and the questions posed to him almost immediately are even stranger.
Would he liketo change his form, temporarily ? How. . . odd. Odd, but not something he can resist, especially when one of the forms offered to him is that of the siren of myth and legend. So, very shortly, instead of a boy in Venetian finery, Tonio is a woman in Grecian armour, her black-feathered wings matching her long tangled black hair, her legs scaled and ending not in feet but in talons.
She smiles, delighted, and bends and twists to test out her new body. Such fun!
Would he liketo change his form, temporarily ? How. . . odd. Odd, but not something he can resist, especially when one of the forms offered to him is that of the siren of myth and legend. So, very shortly, instead of a boy in Venetian finery, Tonio is a woman in Grecian armour, her black-feathered wings matching her long tangled black hair, her legs scaled and ending not in feet but in talons.
She smiles, delighted, and bends and twists to test out her new body. Such fun!
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May. 30th, 2008 06:10 pmgrandsuccess.livejournal.comWell, there's a face not seen too often.
One minute there was no one sitting in the booth.
Then Allie appeared, just suddenly, in the seat edged in white light.
She startled when a screen popped up in front of her. (The options: a) a strawberry-blonde kitten, b) a tall woman, with pale skin, old blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and c) gray alien looking mech.) She looked around it at the people, the fire place, the toy piles, and the missing space where the wasn't. To all the new forms and the echoes they'd caused everywhere recently.
Then she giggled.
"Cool."
One minute there was no one sitting in the booth.
Then Allie appeared, just suddenly, in the seat edged in white light.
She startled when a screen popped up in front of her. (The options: a) a strawberry-blonde kitten, b) a tall woman, with pale skin, old blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and c) gray alien looking mech.) She looked around it at the people, the fire place, the toy piles, and the missing space where the wasn't. To all the new forms and the echoes they'd caused everywhere recently.
Then she giggled.
"Cool."
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May. 30th, 2008 06:19 pmhermajestysfurySir Nicholas' options are a woman (no), his 420 counterpart (no), a robot (no), and a badger (no). He is ignoring the viewscreen in favor of ordering a meal from a rat and settling into a seat at a table.
It's still hanging around him, however.
It's still hanging around him, however.
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May. 30th, 2008 06:57 pmqueenofmayA slightly more rested and wind blown Marian came in this afternoon. Last night had been better for the rest, and the day had been spent out in the sail boat.
Now she's settled on one of the couches near the furnace, with her security badge clipped on, a book a poetry, and a tea service near her.
Now she's settled on one of the couches near the furnace, with her security badge clipped on, a book a poetry, and a tea service near her.
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May. 30th, 2008 07:08 pmmything_personThere's a comparative mythographer new sprite in the bar.
Jerry is playing with the coins that were in his pocket when he changed body plans. Those are awfully shiny now, and the tiny sparks inside are pretty cool too.
Primus may be Jerry's favorite god.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lucaks
Jerry is playing with the coins that were in his pocket when he changed body plans. Those are awfully shiny now, and the tiny sparks inside are pretty cool too.
Primus may be Jerry's favorite god.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lucaks
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May. 30th, 2008 07:29 pmostro_gothThere is a centaur in the bar, not wearing armour today, merely a light linen chlamys -- going bare is, of course, not an option!
He is building an elaborate city out of Lego -- the fortifications of Rome, as they were in the 6th century AD.
One cannot always be outside and run.-
He is building an elaborate city out of Lego -- the fortifications of Rome, as they were in the 6th century AD.
One cannot always be outside and run.-
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May. 30th, 2008 07:39 pmabar-starclog.livejournal.comEven though the vidscreen gave Carl five options, he really only saw two of them as anywhere near viable. Female was just... no, one thing looked like more of a costume change than anything else, and he wasn't sure he wanted to experience life as, if he didn't miss his guess, a small furry creature from Alpha Centauri.
So really, it took him most of Wednesday night to decide whether 'sprite' or 'robot' sounded more entertaining. He settled on the former, and it's been an interesting experience, though he's not sure it's one he'd repeat.
In any case, he's playing with the Legos and Tinkertoys again, this time without his laptop in the equation. If he looks a little more... orange than usual, it's probably not your imagination.
[tiny!tag: cubefall]
(Open to tags until it's off the front page.)
So really, it took him most of Wednesday night to decide whether 'sprite' or 'robot' sounded more entertaining. He settled on the former, and it's been an interesting experience, though he's not sure it's one he'd repeat.
In any case, he's playing with the Legos and Tinkertoys again, this time without his laptop in the equation. If he looks a little more... orange than usual, it's probably not your imagination.
[tiny!tag: cubefall]
(Open to tags until it's off the front page.)
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May. 30th, 2008 10:01 pmfiery_ringOkay, enough flying around as a parrot, there's serious work going on over here.
Carlotta picks up a piece of cutlery, and inspects it.
"Fish fork?" she says, mostly to herself, and turns it over to look at the label she attached earlier. Except she hadn't managed to get the right answer for this one yet.
"It's a cake fork miss." says a small voice under the table.
She jumps, and a Womble pokes his nose out.
"S-sorry." he says. "Collecting spoons."
Shyly, he scurries over to another sofa to look for more lost cutlery, whilst she picks up a soup spoon.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
Carlotta picks up a piece of cutlery, and inspects it.
"Fish fork?" she says, mostly to herself, and turns it over to look at the label she attached earlier. Except she hadn't managed to get the right answer for this one yet.
"It's a cake fork miss." says a small voice under the table.
She jumps, and a Womble pokes his nose out.
"S-sorry." he says. "Collecting spoons."
Shyly, he scurries over to another sofa to look for more lost cutlery, whilst she picks up a soup spoon.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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May. 30th, 2008 10:34 pmguppy_sandhuIt's time for some cheer, Guppy reckons. Plus he actually had time to make invitations.
( Atton Rand, Sam Linnfer, Will Scarlett, Kate Bishop )
He settles, with tea.
( Atton Rand, Sam Linnfer, Will Scarlett, Kate Bishop )He settles, with tea.
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May. 30th, 2008 10:35 pmhack-slash-bots.livejournal.comWhat are they doing here?
The short version is they snuck in after work.
The long version is the Mookbots snuck in here after work, spotted the decorations and the holiday goings-on and got their little pop-up selection menu.
...
And Slash was a little over-eager to see the screen.
"Uh.." "I ain't talkin' to you." "Look at it dis way. At least Ms. Matrix won't recognize us!"
The short version is they snuck in after work.
The long version is the Mookbots snuck in here after work, spotted the decorations and the holiday goings-on and got their little pop-up selection menu.
...
And Slash was a little over-eager to see the screen.
"Uh.." "I ain't talkin' to you." "Look at it dis way. At least Ms. Matrix won't recognize us!"
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May. 30th, 2008 11:09 pmmandercommander.livejournal.comBonzo is sitting at the Bar, playing with some of the erector set stuff around the Bar. It's not bad as far as something to do in his spare time.
For what it's worth, if he looks a little younger than before, that's not an illusion.
Then a vidwindow pops up, and he's looking at an announcement that Cubefall will be ending soon:
Revert to original configuration at 2400? Y/N?
For what it's worth, if he looks a little younger than before, that's not an illusion.
Then a vidwindow pops up, and he's looking at an announcement that Cubefall will be ending soon:
Revert to original configuration at 2400? Y/N?
To revert or not to revert?
May. 30th, 2008 11:36 pmnullofscienceIt had been a joyous occasion, being able to walk around in his own body. No more a heartening thing could there be than to regain what was once lost a long time ago. As a null, he had been standing sitting still in time, never growing or aging or changing. He had his studies, of course, but he was still a null. So, the appeal of regaining his old form was a stupendous feat, a stroke of good luck that happened to work out.
However now...he had a small dilemma.
Make This Change Permanent?
Y/N
It was time. He had to make his decision to stay as he was...or return to that of a null. No question of what he should choose, right? Then...why was he in deep thought, staring at the NO answer?
