Keeping Up With The Homo Sapiens, Part Three

<RandBrittain> Critical mass achieved!

<crusher_bob> 'Descended from the heavens' is the phrase you want. :D

<Ebba> My sort-of-plan was to send one of you out shopping with the miracle detector in tow, to see what you can find out.

<Ebba> While I go and deliver apples to Maliq.

<RyanSherbrig> "Wait, we're doing what now?"

<HollyhockGod> First you have to build a miracle detector. :)

<RyanSherbrig> "Perhaps one of you should catch me up to speed."

<Ebba> Of course, when your 'good' shoulder angel is advising 'reject social convention and embrace the will to power…'

<Ebba> …and your bad shoulder angel is probably saying 'what will other people think?'…

<Ebba> …something has probably gone wrong somewhere.

<HollyhockGod> Fortunately, I now have a clean copy of the Alchemy rules to reference when you and Ben try to pull a fast one on me!

<HollyhockGod> If either of you have any use for my cleaned-up copy of the two peculiar books, please make use of it.

<HollyhockGod> Anyway, how does Ebba plan to go about building a miracle detector?

<Ebba> It was up on the thread.

<Ebba> The form-changing cell phone o' doom.

<RyanSherbrig> (I've been a bit too distracted by Real Life stuff to actually work up new summons, sadly. If you want I could jot down a few ideas while Ebba does her thing.)

<HollyhockGod> I'll permit the cellphone idea. But I have a drawback of my own!

<Ebba> What was wrong with the old summons?

<RyanSherbrig> Well, I've only really used one in the past, what, three stories?

<HollyhockGod> The device sees every miracle done in its range of vision, and can't be made to forget them.

<Ebba> That works for me.

<HollyhockGod> Now describe for me your alchemical methods!

<Alexa> Is it also an actual cellphone?

<Ebba> That was the idea. The concept video for the Nokia Morph is where I got the idea.

<Alexa> Oh, that's right. Very pretty!

<Ebba> As for methods, I'll start on on the internet, finding the current shape of the mind of man.

<RyanSherbrig> (Hmmm. Mayhounds. Creatures with unearthly powers of scent. I'll take it!)

<Ebba> (Who needs fusty old leylines when we have meme hothouses!)

<HollyhockGod> Where do you go to get internet service?

<RyanSherbrig> (I could also use an unearthly Aspect-5 butler. Ebba just looks at me funny when I demand sandwiches.)

<Ebba> (I've got yer knuckle sandwich right here…)

<Alexa> (Ha!)

<Alexa> (You could create a butler with Realm, though.)

<Ebba> (Sigh, the volcano had internet service… :D)

<RyanSherbrig> (An Aspect-5 butler, though?)

<Ebba> If we don't have it back, might have to be done in an Egyptian internet cafe, or something.

<Alexa> (Maybe not. Can Realm create things with attribute equivalencies?)

<HollyhockGod> No, it can't. Superior attributes, yes, but not magical ones.

<Alexa> (It can create superior… yeah.)

<Alexa> (So, like, a level 20 butler as an NPC class, but not with PC class levels.)

<Ebba> …and lead to several fractal patterns which reflect the parts of Creation normally found in flowers.

<RyanSherbrig> (The angels have tried many things to shape Creation: language, crystals, music, tie-dye t-shirts…)

<Alexa> (Heavy, man!)

<Ebba> (The body of the cell phone can be made out of things grown in the new Eden.)

<HollyhockGod> Eco-friendly materials! And also flowers.

<Ebba> And with only a bit of 'Muhahahah!' the not-software is loaded onto the cell phone with a mighty Word of Command!

<HollyhockGod> Pain! Wound levels!

<Ebba> (Even the accursed phone company must submit to the Imperial miracle!)

<HollyhockGod> Not that that really matters to an immortal exemplar.

<HollyhockGod> Who's your carrier?

<Ebba> (I figure I'll just change color for a while.)

<Ebba> (Instead of being the green and brown of a tree in summer, I'll be a study in autumn leaves and charcoal…)

<Alexa> ('Hey, did you hear some sort of maniacal laughter?' 'Oh, that was probably Ebba doing alchemy again.')

<RyanSherbrig> (Ebba casually makes her own cell phone towers with elegant kung-fu strikes of skyscrapers and 2 AMP.)

<HollyhockGod> I think it would be funny if you just pick a company you hate and let the artifact force everyone in it to bend over backwards to make sure the phone works wherever you are.

<HollyhockGod> So, I guess it just needs a name.

<Alexa> The Ebbaphone!

<RyanSherbrig> The Cingularity!

<Alexa> The Miraclemeter!

<HollyhockGod> I think Ryan wins.

<Alexa> Yeah.

<Alexa> Unless, of course, Ebba already has a name for it.

<Ebba> (You can't call an Imperial-level artifact 'bob'!)

<Alexa> (You can call it whatever you like as long as you don't call it late for dinner! (drawback))

  • Nentuaby has joined #childrenofeve

<Alexa> (Hey, Nen!)

<HollyhockGod> It's our Marcus man!

<Ebba> Hello

<Nentuaby> ('Lo. Sorry I'm late, mum showed up this afternoon.)

<RyanSherbrig> Oh, noes! Now somebody might oppose Ryan's sinister plans for the Chancel!

<HollyhockGod> Excellent, excellent. Ebba's just putting the finishing touches on her new cellphone, capable of detecting miracles and tracing them to the user.

<Alexa> (Ryan wants a butler.)

<RyanSherbrig> Also, wifi.

<HollyhockGod> Now the question is what you're going to do with it.

  • Nentuaby is now known as MarcusOroboa

<Alexa> (Alexa opposes wifi.)


<RyanSherbrig> (Oh, wait, wifi is flammable, isn't it?)

<Ebba> (I was planning to send Alexa out shopping while carrying it, to see what she could turn up.)

<RyanSherbrig> (Perhaps that was a poor choice.)

<Ebba> (While I went and delivered apples.)

<Alexa> (It's flammable now!)

<Ebba> (But now there are more players here, so maybe we should produce a story idea that includes more PCs…)

<Alexa> (Wait, did we agree that delivering apples was a good idea?)

<RyanSherbrig> (I don't remember anyone ever asking Ryan.)

<RyanSherbrig> (I suppose the point is, is anyone going to find out and stop Ebba?)

<Ebba> Well, certainly leaving Shame unopposed is a bad idea :D

<Alexa> (I don't think we even tabled it.)

<Ebba> (And now I'm a redhead, how can you resist my mind control powers?)

  • RyanSherbrig putters around in the beyondcote, making a marble mold in a rough canine shape, and examining the Bestiary of Tindalos.

<RyanSherbrig> (It's like a dovecote, only for creatures of the Lands Beyond Creation, instead of doves.)

<RyanSherbrig> "I wonder what everyone else is up to."

<Alexa> (Ha! Alexa wouldn't really be opposed to it, though. She'd have some reservations about letting slip how we knew about the addiction, though.)

<MarcusOroboa> Well, if we've had puttering around time, Marcus will have been out establishing private jet service.

<Ebba> But we liked the flying whale!

<Alexa> Alexa has been out doing stuff in the world too.

<Ebba> Private jet service can't be oppressed half so much. :D

<RyanSherbrig> Also, our flying whale is currently stuck in baby form.

<HollyhockGod> I assume you just turned some apples into gold or something to get funds?

<Alexa> (Yeah, that's what I thought.)

<HollyhockGod> Yeah, Maebara just turned six months old thanks to the downtime.

<MarcusOroboa> Something like that.

<Alexa> (Six months? Wow, that went fast. :))

<Ebba> (it's those history monks again…)

  • Alexa steps back into the Chancel.

<RyanSherbrig> (Quick! somebody say '16 years later'! We can skip all the annoying childcare plot!)

<HollyhockGod> Well, you had some time between the Stepford lawyers and the Science Ball, and some more time since then.

<RyanSherbrig> (16 year olds are easy to take care of, right?)

<Alexa> "Hello! Who's home?"

<Ebba> "Ah, just who I wanted to see."

<Alexa> (@Ryan: Hahaha!)

  • RyanSherbrig walks out, clapping marble dust and a strange blue substance off his hands. "Alexa! How goes things?"

<Alexa> "Hi, Ebs. How did the alchemy turn out?"

<Ebba> "IT IS DONE." (muhaha)

<RyanSherbrig> (I'm so proud.)

<Alexa> "Oh. Excellent! Hey, Ryan."

<RyanSherbrig> "I'm so proud. We'll have people trembling in uncertain fear of your mysterious and unknowable capabilities yet, Ebba."

  • Alexa frowns a little.

<HollyhockGod> Somewhere in the moon, a mathematics man gets a stiff upper lip and he doesn't know why.

<Ebba> "It detects miracles, also it's a handy cell-phone like device"

<Alexa> "Really?"

<MarcusOroboa> Marcus shows up! "Yes, but does it do taxes."

<Ebba> (And it changes shape, and can change color to match your ensemble…)

<Alexa> "Marcus."

<MarcusOroboa> "Alexa."

<Alexa> (If it's been six months, Alexa will have at least tried to talk to Marcus to explain why he makes her so uncomfortable.)


<MarcusOroboa> (Which is the basic "Er, you came among us in really skeevy circumstances," or something more?)

<RyanSherbrig> (Just because he's a replacement for her beloved sister and the rest of us have all happily pretended Pandora doesn't even exist is no reason to hold it against him.)

<Alexa> (And that she feels betrayed by Pandora and still suspects he knows more than he's telling, yes.)

  • RyanSherbrig takes advantage of the awkward silence to call forth a pen and some paper and jot down a few notes and ageometric diagrams.

<Alexa> (But she'll work with him for now. Until his sudden but inevitable, etc.)

<MarcusOroboa> (Beware the dovecote.)

<RyanSherbrig> "So, Ebba, any plans for this device?"

<Ebba> "I was planning to give it to Alexa, for her to take out shopping with her."

<Ebba> "In the hope that she will discover one of the miracles we are interested in."

<Alexa> "Oh. Er, thanks. How does it work?"

<Ebba> (Like so…)

<Alexa> "It's not going to get icky on me, like Ryan's Grix, is it?"

<RyanSherbrig> "How powerful is this? Could it hypothetically, say, detect our mysteriously undetectable friend?"

<HollyhockGod> I guess it won't detect the cloak itself, but it'll detect any other miracles he uses through the cloak.

<Ebba> "And if you'll take our glorious leader out to get a proper hat, I'll take Marcus out on another errand."

<Alexa> "Anything else I need to know? Limited battery life, don't take it through metal detectors, that sort of thing?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Are you implying my couture is improper?"


<Alexa> (Does Ebba know what its drawbacks are, or is that OOC knowledge?)

<HollyhockGod> Alchemists can find that kind of thing out with Alchemy 0 miracles.

<HollyhockGod> So yes.

<Ebba> (Interestingly enough, there's no 'student of alchemy' flaw.)

<RyanSherbrig> (You could probably make one if you really wanted.)

<RyanSherbrig> (I doubt Rand would object.)

<MarcusOroboa> (Well, there's the entire second mechanic for Reckless. So it doesn't really need them.)

<HollyhockGod> Restriction: Reacts to power with mad laughter

<HollyhockGod> Okay, so Alexa goes hat shopping with Ryan, while Ebba and Marcus have another errand.

<HollyhockGod> Do you want to tell the others about the errand, Ebba?

<HollyhockGod> (I'll assume Fiona is the babysitter, possibly assisted by some help Ryan conjured.)

<Ebba> (Pehaps they'll figure it out from the basket of apples I was carrying) :D

<Alexa> (Enabler!)

  • RyanSherbrig considers the implications for a moment, then nods.

<Alexa> "Wait, those are precious. Where are you off to?"

<HollyhockGod> Are we even sure what those apples do? Have you ever eaten one?

<Ebba> "A mission of peace and understanding."

<Ebba> (And a slight science experiment, since these apples may no longer resonate with the song of the Dark…)

<RyanSherbrig> (The HG brings up a good point! Try one!)

<RyanSherbrig> (Maliq got super-alchemy from it!)

<Alexa> "Oh. Um. I guess."

<Ebba> (But I'm the control group of this experiment, not the subject!)

<Alexa> "What if she asks how you knew?"

<RyanSherbrig> (DOOOOO IIIIIIT)


<RyanSherbrig> (Sorry.)

<MarcusOroboa> Marcus picks up an apple. "Do we even know what these actually do?"

<Alexa> "Yeah. That too."

<HollyhockGod> The apple is shiny and red.

<HollyhockGod> It looks so juicy.

<RyanSherbrig> "Well, there's really only one way to find out."

<Alexa> (Are these the actual Apples of Stuff? Or a less important cultivar?)

<HollyhockGod> These are the actual apples of knowledge that Adam & Eve bit.

<MarcusOroboa> "That answers that, then." He looks at it dubiously for a moment. "Oh, what the hell. For science!"

<HollyhockGod> I think Ryan should try one, too.

<HollyhockGod> If only because I thought up an appropriate effect for him and need a minute for one for Marcus.

  • RyanSherbrig looks like he's considering it.
  • MarcusOroboa enjoys a shiny red apple.

<RyanSherbrig> (But Marcus is going first, so I won't spoil his moment!)

  • Alexa's jaw drops.
  • RyanSherbrig watches Marcus carefully.

<MarcusOroboa> (Marcus does not have ideal impulse control.)

<HollyhockGod> The apple is crisp and delicious. It tastes like you standing on the edge of a thing your brain can't describe beside Pandora.

<Alexa> "Don't!"

<HollyhockGod> It tastes like her saying "If you don't trust me, that's fine. We can be enemies and I'll still love you. I might even love you more. I will always love you, Marcus. Nothing changes that."

<HollyhockGod> It tastes like a moment of pain as she pushes you away and you fall out of a place that can't exist and back towards the world you can understand, with something sharp burning its way into your soul.

<HollyhockGod> (It's a very complicated flavor.)

  • Alexa snatches the apple out of Marcus's hand.
  • MarcusOroboa doesn't offer any resistance; he looks more or less unaware where he is.

<Alexa> "You inconceivable fool!"

<RyanSherbrig> (I love that our power of Fire is the cautious one.)

<Ebba> (Alexa bites apple! ?)

  • MarcusOroboa blinks. "Something like that… it's… an evocative experience."

<Alexa> "As far as we know, these things are addictive. Not to mention they caused the first fall of humanity."

  • Alexa holds up the apple.

<HollyhockGod> The apple looks delicious.

<Alexa> "Do you want some more?" (She says this sternly, as if to say "'Yes' is the wrong answer.")

<MarcusOroboa> Marcus looks at it calmly. "God no."

<RyanSherbrig> "So, what happened?"

  • Alexa looks a litle surprised.

<HollyhockGod> I still want Ryan to eat one. That would be better.

<RyanSherbrig> (I don't think Alexa would let me!)

<Alexa> "Hmm. Maybe one bite isn't enough. Or maybe it'll take a while to kick in."

  • Alexa waves the apple back and forth in front of Marcus.

<RyanSherbrig> (She seems adamant about casual experimentation with humanity-ruining fruit products.)

<HollyhockGod> Yes, but you're the leader of the Light.

<Alexa> (One of!)

<MarcusOroboa> "Oh, that's not to say another personality than mine might be tearing you apart for the rest of the basket."

<HollyhockGod> Also, the apples created the Light as well as the Dark.

  • Alexa looks around the rest of the group.
  • Alexa looks at the apple.
  • RyanSherbrig looks thoughtful and contemplative.

<MarcusOroboa> "But… it tasted like… nevermind. Let us just say, it was intensely emotional."

  • MarcusOroboa turns away.

<Ebba> "Like I said, peace and goodwill"

<Alexa> "And, come to think of it, maybe they were a little Dark-biased when they grew here before. Leading one to self-destruction. Whereas now they might trend the other way."

<RyanSherbrig> "As I recall, the apples created the Light as well as the Dark, it might be important to remember. The potential for both exists within them."

<Alexa> "Exactly."

<RyanSherbrig> (Ryan has a bite… AND CREATES A NEW FACTION.)

<RyanSherbrig> (Except that'd be awkward, with his virtue of being dedicated to the Light.)

<RyanSherbrig> "It might actually depend as much on the person partaking of the apple as it does the circumstances the apples find themselves in."

  • Alexa looks at Marcus as if she's about to say 'I'm sorry', but doesn't.

<RyanSherbrig> "Maliq's nature as Envy could make her more prone to irrational, self-destructive desire than most."

<Alexa> "So we're just going to give them to her?"

  • Ebba raises an eyebrow

<Ebba> "You'd rather we attempted to turn her pain into our own profit?"

<Alexa> "Um… I wouldn't have put it like that, no."

<Ebba> (We could always take the route of ending all suffering by destroying the world instead. :D)

<RyanSherbrig> (Intriguing!)

<Ebba> (But I'll try the apple delivery method first; keep destroying the world as plan B.)

<RyanSherbrig> (The only ultimate way to protect humanity is to destroy it!)

<Alexa> "But… hmm. We're giving away a treasure. We should at least ask her to not make trouble for us.

<Alexa> "Or are you saying this is one of those 'show we're better than them' moments? Moral high ground? Being nice for niceness's sake?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Maintaining our high standards as leaders of the Light."

<MarcusOroboa> "I think 'don't make trouble' is best left to an implicit message."

<HollyhockGod> It's not like these apples grow on trees or anything. You can always make more, with time.

<RyanSherbrig> "I agree with Marcus. Let her see that there are benefits to friendship with us, without making it tawdrily explicit."

<Alexa> "Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

<Ebba> (Hmm, note: do not mention my plan of curing Maliq of her addiction. Such impingements on the will should not be tolerated…)

<Alexa> "Let me write a note."

  • Alexa fetches a notepad and scribbles 'Maliq — Sorry about setting you on fire. Alexa' then puts it in the basket.

<Alexa> "But tell her these are from all of us."

<Alexa> "Or even that it was your idea, if you prefer."

<Ebba> "Yess, mistress…"

  • Alexa raises an eyebrow.

<HollyhockGod> But eat one first!

<Alexa> (Alexa put the bitten one carefully on the ground when she went off for her notepad. We shouldn't put a bitten apple in our gift basket…)

<RyanSherbrig> "So. Marcus. You never answered my question."

<MarcusOroboa> "Yes, that being because I declined to."

<RyanSherbrig> "As you wish."

<RyanSherbrig> ("I'll do it, for science! WAIT, NOT TELLING YOU THE RESULTS!" That's not very scientific at all!)

<Alexa> (Just sitting there… glistening redly…)

<RyanSherbrig> (I don't want the apple anymore. It has Marcus cooties all over it.)

<Alexa> :)

<RyanSherbrig> (How late are we playing, today? Usual 10 PM stopping time?)

<HollyhockGod> Until people want to stop, I guess.

<HollyhockGod> You really don't want it?

<RyanSherbrig> Hmmm. Not without a better idea of what might happen. Especially with Marcus being all dramatic-secretive about the affair.

<HollyhockGod> Very well. It's your loss. :)

<HollyhockGod> Now what?

<MarcusOroboa> Go on our errands, I suppose?

<Ebba> (Shopping or apple delivery? )

<Alexa> (What are the detector's drawbacks?)

<Ebba> It sees you being naughty…

<RyanSherbrig> (You display it to Lord Entropy as evidence, and he's all "Oh, well, what are all these other logged files, hmm?")

<HollyhockGod> It's memory can't be erased.

<RyanSherbrig> (It's a little juvenile of me, but I also want to less because Marcus went first, and now it'd seem like I'm just copying his lead.)

<HollyhockGod> Too bad for you! I was going to have it make you pretty.

<HollyhockGod> But now it's too late; you've missed out.

<RyanSherbrig> (Bah. I'm Glorious and shapeshifting! I don't need apples for that.)

<HollyhockGod> And yet, here you are.

<Alexa> (Isn't Ryan pretty already?)

<Alexa> "I'll just test it."

<HollyhockGod> Ryan's self-presentation and reactions have always led me to believe he retains his original appearance.

  • Alexa switches the detector on and points it at the apple.

<HollyhockGod> "Apple. A delicious red fruit."

<RyanSherbrig> "Maybe Marcus got all the miraculous bits in the first bite."

  • Alexa points it at Marcus.

<HollyhockGod> "Human. A bipedal sentient consisting of a physical body and five spiritual essences."

<Alexa> "Marcus, do something miraculous."

<MarcusOroboa> Suddenly, Marcus is wearing a snazzy bowler.

  • RyanSherbrig creates an impressively foppish hat on Marcus's head.

<RyanSherbrig> (Ha!)

<MarcusOroboa> Correction. A snazzy bowler AND a brim hat. It's rather odd looking.

<HollyhockGod> Ping!

<Alexa> "Nice."

<HollyhockGod> "Creation of Headgear. Ryan Sherbrig, Dominus Nitorus. Coordinates as follows."

<Alexa> "It just goes ping?"

<Alexa> "Ah."

<RyanSherbrig> "Impressive. I wonder how it responds to High Summoning."

<Alexa> "Hmm. So, Ryan, did you make both hats, or was one of them you, Marcus?"

<MarcusOroboa> "The tasteful one was mine."

<HollyhockGod> Oh, I didn't notice Marcus made a hat. That pinged also.

<Alexa> "Oh, there it is."

<RyanSherbrig> "I was simply determining the extent of the machine's capacity to identify the source of the miracle."

<HollyhockGod> The options give you a handy picture of the hats and similar details.

<MarcusOroboa> "Of course you were." The foppish hat transforms into a Bird-of-Paradise and flys off.

<Alexa> "Nice work, Ebba!"

<RyanSherbrig> "Now, are the coordinates for the miracle itself, or the miracle's source?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Or both?"

<HollyhockGod> Sure, both.

<Alexa> "Now that's handy."

<Ebba> (until it catches something like "Creation of Real Doll. Ryan Sherbrig, Dominus Nitorus. Coordinates as follows.")

<Ebba> (and then it will be very unhandy…)

<Alexa> "Okay, let's go out and field test it, shall we?"

<RyanSherbrig> (Bah. It'd be High Summoning of Unreal Doll, if anything.)

<RyanSherbrig> ("Shapechanging into Hot Blonde. Grix, abomination from beyond. Coordinates as follows." And then you get pictures!)

<RyanSherbrig> "Very well."

<HollyhockGod> (This is why many alchemists are requested to keep their laboratories outside the Chancel.)

<Alexa> (Does it have to be pointed at something, or does it detect within a certain radius, or what?)

<HollyhockGod> It should have a radius of about a mile. Can't detect across warped space, like Chancel borders.

<MarcusOroboa> (Well, that's more because of the explosions and toxic vapors.)

<HollyhockGod> Anyway, I'll have to think about what you'll find, so I guess we're done for tonight.

<HollyhockGod> Good to have everybody here together after being gone for two weeks.

<HollyhockGod> I should link my fancy re-layout of the peculiar books again:

<HollyhockGod> I'm very pleased with that.

<Ebba> (So apple delivery next time?)

  • RyanSherbrig is now known as Benhimself

<Benhimself> Thanks for game, then!

<HollyhockGod> (Yes, pretty apple delivery.)

<RandBrittain> Perhaps Maliq will give you cake.

<Uqbarian> …OR DEATH.

<Crusher_Bob> Or death?

<Uqbarian> :D

<Uqbarian> Sorry for spoiling Ryan's apple-eating!

<RandBrittain> Prettiness would have spoiled him anyway.

<Uqbarian> Is Marcus going to go mad? Is all the miracle in the first bite?

<RandBrittain> The only way to know is to take a bite yourself!

<Crusher_Bob> Shouldn't we have picked someone who we knew was sane to begin with?

<Uqbarian> Haha.

<Crusher_Bob> So we could check on that?

<Crusher_Bob> We'd just give it to… uh, who's on the sane list, again?

<Uqbarian> Yeah.

<Nentuaby> Uh… Fiona, maybe.

<RandBrittain> Maybe.

<Benhimself> I think catatonia is a form of madness.

<Benhimself> OH SNAP.

<RandBrittain> I'm taking you off the sane list OOC as well.

<Crusher_Bob> The new Power of Water might qualify.

<Crusher_Bob> We'll just come up to her with fixed grins, and explain we want her to do something for SCIENCE!

<Crusher_Bob> …and if she says no, we'll know we've made the right choice.

<Uqbarian> Oh no we won't!

<Benhimself> "We need to see if this drives sane people crazy, and you're the only one we know!"

<Uqbarian> So, will there have been any other ramifications or big events in the last six months?

<RandBrittain> Well, I think it was a month or two between taking Eden and the lawyer story, and another few months between then and the science ball.

<RandBrittain> I don't think anything huge happened.

<RandBrittain> The big explosions are yet to come~

<Uqbarian> We (and Dana)'re presumably organising the Light Convocation, but that could take a while.

<Crusher_Bob> Heh, a party can be organized in a day; a meeting where ze serious business will be conducted can take forever to get off the ground.

<Nentuaby> Careful what you suggest. We are talking about Nobilis, here. Eternity's attending, in fact.

<Crusher_Bob> Heh, and plenty of opportunity for drama. "You didn't invite meee! DOOM on you!"

<RandBrittain> Getting results would be good before starting the Convocation.

<Uqbarian> "Geez, this meeting seems like it's going on for… Eternity, knock it off!"

<Uqbarian> Results? Like, taking Eden?

<Crusher_Bob> Results like getting you a proper hat, so everyone will know to be impressed.

<Uqbarian> Oooh.

<RandBrittain> Results like proof of the human-performed miracles.

<Uqbarian> Evidence? Bah!

<RandBrittain> I need to get Alexa a date for the Convocation.

<RandBrittain> All my previous efforts to set her up have failed.

<Uqbarian> How about the 21st of March?

<RandBrittain> I hear he's hot.

<RandBrittain> (Sarcasm won't avail you in an animistic universe!)

<Uqbarian> Heh.

<Uqbarian> Well, I'm off. Catch you folks next week!

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