cape_kore | video/action ❆ day 161

[The feed flickers on to a view of the library. And Meja, sitting at a table, with a big book out in front of her. It appears to be a book about plants, hazarding from the pictures visible on the video feed. Laying on Meja's shoulder is a white rat, who appears to be sleeping. Her armor is glamoured into a dark blue coat.]

I don't suppose anyone's been poking around the lab machines, as of late? Some of the plants in hydroponics are getting quite large, and I've been curious about food applications since I started. Unless we'd like to completely depend on random chance in the cafeteria. It was suggested to me that we should test the plants properly, to see if they're edible, but I'm terrible with anything mechanical.

Is anyone interested? I should mention that if this work also includes testing machines, it will be dangerous and should not be undertaken lightly. I can heal wounds, if it comes to that, but I'd like to exercise as much caution as we're able to, here.

[She smiles.]

Tusen takk.

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It's one big mystery, where they went. And where their labeling and paperwork went, as well. Hopefully we'll solve it, if just to satisfy curiosity.

[Meja doesn't really care about confronting them, truth be told. She's not the vengeance-seeking type, except in extreme cases (one name starting with a capital L). It's much more important to find out how this place works, exactly, than to punish the people who had considered their summoning a fringe benefit. Some people need to get home. She's one of them, even if she enjoys all of the friends she's made here. Not everyone needs to leave, maybe, but the option of leaving would be nice.

Those research notes would be perfect right about now. As would any manuals that had come with said scientific equipment, even if the manuals for some of it had probably been as thick as a phone book.]

If nothing else, it does prove they were... organic. Or most of them were, at least.

[Of course, there's the Machine...]

[He holds the communicator steady as he walks--yes, walking rather than flying for now--looking thoughtful.] I couldn't say why, but I have an impression they might have been trapped, themselves. Which makes their disappearance very ominous, indeed.

The Machine being here doesn't shed much light, either, though. Someone has to have built it. It's all very odd; I feel as though it's a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Perhaps that someone didn't know what they were building, when they did. Or the scientists procured it without asking for its plans.

["Procuring." More like stealing, in that case. She wouldn't put it past them, considering what the scientists have been willing to do in the past.]

You're right. We've got less than half the steps. Maybe the things in the lab can help put some of that together, in addition to testing our plants for... well, not killing whoever ingests them.

That's very possible. They may have pulled in technology they didn't understand and made a Frankenstein monster of their very own. [He rubs his chin, frowning.] Have you had dreams here? It's been a while for me, but there was a point a while back where everyone was walking through everyone else's mind overnight. A lot of us saw a city.

It seems to me like it must mean something, but I can't imagine what.

[Meja shakes her head.]

I'm afraid not — that must have been before I arrived. I don't sleep. I've been known to have... visions, I guess you could call them, when I meditate. But that's the closest I get, and they're rare. What kind of city did you see?

I don't sleep either. That was the weird part.

I haven't tried since then, but I get the impression it might be possible still. The city...it was sort of bright. Crystalline. But you couldn't see the faces of the people walking about.

A crystal city... [Meja squints, thoughtfully, at the ceiling. It doesn't budge any memories.] That's... another odd piece of the puzzle. If you can, and it wasn't harmful, it might be beneficial to try again. I think we're all resigned to simply collecting pieces until we can create something more solid from them, so to speak.

Tell you what. I'll try if you'll try and join me. [He's grinning, and possibly flirting a little.] Maybe two sets of eyes will be able to notice more.

[Meja bites her lower lip, trying not to smile.]

Do you think I'd be able to get there, even if I didn't dream of the city to begin with?

I have no idea. The whole business is a bit of a mystery. But if worst came to worst, I'm sure I have dreams to share that you might find entertaining.

[He's not even just talking about the orgy dreams, Meja! Gallery parties and running around beaches along the Riviera are nice, too.]

[Uh huh. Sure, Balthazar. Meja considers, and then nods. She has a curiosity that even most cats would find excessive.]

It could be useful, and interesting, if we can find the place. ...if 'find' is even the proper word for a city you can only explore in your dreams.

[He's come to the door of something resembling a laboratory now, and peers around briefly before entering. It's going to take more than a cursory look-over at these machines, but that may be for the best. He needs something to do.]

Right? It's not really a location, per se, I think. Maybe a memory of one. Tell you what, I'm going to work around here now, but I'll call on you later; maybe we can make plans to sleep together. [Grin. Now he's being deliberately silly.]

[Meja laughs quietly, smiling and shaking her head.]

Bring your sleeping bag, and I'll paint your nails. Since your hair isn't long enough to braid.

[Yup. Sleepover jokes. She went there.]

I'll make popcorn, it'll be fun!

Careful, I'll take you up on that. [Maybe not the nail-painting, though. He cut the feed with a sly wink, but he'll be thinking about the possibility of dream sharing, and wondering how able they'll be to direct the results.]

video/action ❆ day 161

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