WHO: vidar etc. WHAT: log, but with starters (OTA + closed to a few) WHEN: throughout june! WHERE: [ handwaves ] NOTES/WARNINGS: will be noted as they come up
[ vidar nods. ] If I'm not doing any exploring with it, it'll just be here.
But do it carefully. I can't imagine anyone would be happy that we're spending it on what's essentially a vanity project compared to, you know. The overall security and well-being of the camp.
[ he's sure a lot of them see his friend here as scrap metal that can be used to reinforce the bunker he mentioned; that's really vidar's worry. ian will find out in small doses that vidar is more than a pilot, and has a bit of the politician in him. perhaps it's for the best that he's confined in a mobile suit as opposed to actually being in government. ]
Thank you for your interest; we're happy to be in your care. [ him and the gundam, which he speaks of in very fond terms; vidar pats it gently on its foot, even, as if to reassure it. ] I'd normally repay such gestures, but for now, you can count on me for favours that are within my limited capabilities.
( He nods absently; yeah, he's been well-chastised about vanity projects recently. That's the reason operation "build himself an underground apartment with an actual private bedroom" has been put on hold until the damn bunker is finished. He thinks they'll be a little more lenient about an hour or two periodically for a giant fucking battle robot. That's something that could potentially benefit the camp as a whole.
The offer earns Vidar a mild, calm smile. )
No problem, man. I might take you up on that.
( His tone suggests he probably doesn't plan to. He doesn't really work for payment, not in situations like this. He does it because he can, and because people need it.
He raises up a screwdriver in a kind of wave; he's got it from here, buddy. You can go do something more fun than stand around watching him stare at paper. )
[ he doesn't mind watching for now. it's interesting the way someone is super happy to work on his gundam, and it reminds him of yamazin, his actual mechanic, except ian has no compunctions about making him a guinea pig at the cost of his life, so maybe this is a better arrangement. ]
What kind of weapons have you been making for the security team? Not just guns of various types, I guess?
( He starts out, just an absent little filler word as he glances over at the disassembled weapon on one side of the workbench. )
I've actually mainly been duplicating the rifles they've already got on tap. I can't do the whole thing at once, the... copying part is actually pretty restrictive for me, but I can copy the pieces and then manually assemble them. The ammo, though, they're way more into that. Apparently it's harder to come by, and it gets lost easy.
That's understandable. Though if ammo is always a concern, maybe they should all consider moving towards non-ballistic weapons for the most part? That way they don't have to worry about ammunition all the time.
Swords, spears, all of that is old fashioned, but have their own uses. Firearms should only go to people who are specialized with its use.
[ well, it makes sense to him, either way. ] I'm guessing you're not working on any alien tech, or whatever's alien to someone from your period in earth.
( He sways in a shrug of telegraphed consideration, and sounds generally agreeable even as he offers a counter-point. )
True, but close quarters isn't always ideal. Those rats from a few days ago had acid tentacles, they had a pretty long reach. We found an entire arm that had been burned off. As for alien tech...
( He absently touches a scar at the back of his hairline. )
I guess that kind of... depends. I— well, waking up five hundred years in the future last year skews my whole time period baseline a little. These guns are pretty foreign, your giant robot's pretty foreign, but so were cybernetic neural mesh implants at first. I seriously wouldn't mind getting my hands on something new, though, you know? Everything I've run into regardless of the universe or time period operates on kind of the same... stuff. The same principals, the same... physics, the same materials for the most part. I mean, everything aside from magic, but that's... a whole different story.
( Sorry man, he's a rambler. Get him on the right subjects and he'll talk fer days. )
Magic is new to me, and I'd love to see more about it, but it's my understanding that witches and wizards and so on are quite secretive about their craft? Perhaps for good reason.
In any case, isn't it good that everyone operates similarly? I wouldn't have been able to ask you for help otherwise if it's something impossible.
[ though he's hoping that there aren't a lot of systems that make use of someone's brain, or soul, or whatever you'd call it as a stand-in for an operating system. ] What kind of stuff do you want to see?
( Another gentle sway comes about that secretiveness; yeah, fairly true in his experience as well, even if they didn't call themselves witches and wizards back there. They still kept their powers to themselves, sometimes even among themselves, never revealing to the rest of the group what they could do.
He's way more passionate about the other portion of this conversation, though. )
Don't get me wrong, it's great that I have at least some idea of what I'm doing with most of this new tech at the start, and it's great that I can generally figure it out using the same... methods, but... I don't know, it'd just be really exciting to see some kind of science or system that worked in a completely baffling, non-intuitive way that I couldn't wrap my head around for a while. Like--
( He struggles visibly for a second, searching his imagination for an example that doesn't sound stupid. )
Liquid metal, or- or- some variant on magnetism, a completely new material or element, or... something. I don't know. Something cool. Some of that abstract science fiction shit.
I think it's nice to be curious. But in that case you'll never be satisfied, no? There is always something out there just beyond the limits of your grasp.
[ vidar can't say that he understands that drive, but he respects it. anyone wanting to pursue something greater than themselves is going beyond the amount of respect vidar pays his own life, but that's not really something for a lighthearted discussion. ] Then again, I suppose that's what defines scientists and poets alike. There's a certain romance in it.
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But do it carefully. I can't imagine anyone would be happy that we're spending it on what's essentially a vanity project compared to, you know. The overall security and well-being of the camp.
[ he's sure a lot of them see his friend here as scrap metal that can be used to reinforce the bunker he mentioned; that's really vidar's worry. ian will find out in small doses that vidar is more than a pilot, and has a bit of the politician in him. perhaps it's for the best that he's confined in a mobile suit as opposed to actually being in government. ]
Thank you for your interest; we're happy to be in your care. [ him and the gundam, which he speaks of in very fond terms; vidar pats it gently on its foot, even, as if to reassure it. ] I'd normally repay such gestures, but for now, you can count on me for favours that are within my limited capabilities.
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The offer earns Vidar a mild, calm smile. )
No problem, man. I might take you up on that.
( His tone suggests he probably doesn't plan to. He doesn't really work for payment, not in situations like this. He does it because he can, and because people need it.
He raises up a screwdriver in a kind of wave; he's got it from here, buddy. You can go do something more fun than stand around watching him stare at paper. )
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What kind of weapons have you been making for the security team? Not just guns of various types, I guess?
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( He starts out, just an absent little filler word as he glances over at the disassembled weapon on one side of the workbench. )
I've actually mainly been duplicating the rifles they've already got on tap. I can't do the whole thing at once, the... copying part is actually pretty restrictive for me, but I can copy the pieces and then manually assemble them. The ammo, though, they're way more into that. Apparently it's harder to come by, and it gets lost easy.
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Swords, spears, all of that is old fashioned, but have their own uses. Firearms should only go to people who are specialized with its use.
[ well, it makes sense to him, either way. ] I'm guessing you're not working on any alien tech, or whatever's alien to someone from your period in earth.
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True, but close quarters isn't always ideal. Those rats from a few days ago had acid tentacles, they had a pretty long reach. We found an entire arm that had been burned off. As for alien tech...
( He absently touches a scar at the back of his hairline. )
I guess that kind of... depends. I— well, waking up five hundred years in the future last year skews my whole time period baseline a little. These guns are pretty foreign, your giant robot's pretty foreign, but so were cybernetic neural mesh implants at first. I seriously wouldn't mind getting my hands on something new, though, you know? Everything I've run into regardless of the universe or time period operates on kind of the same... stuff. The same principals, the same... physics, the same materials for the most part. I mean, everything aside from magic, but that's... a whole different story.
( Sorry man, he's a rambler. Get him on the right subjects and he'll talk fer days. )
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In any case, isn't it good that everyone operates similarly? I wouldn't have been able to ask you for help otherwise if it's something impossible.
[ though he's hoping that there aren't a lot of systems that make use of someone's brain, or soul, or whatever you'd call it as a stand-in for an operating system. ] What kind of stuff do you want to see?
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He's way more passionate about the other portion of this conversation, though. )
Don't get me wrong, it's great that I have at least some idea of what I'm doing with most of this new tech at the start, and it's great that I can generally figure it out using the same... methods, but... I don't know, it'd just be really exciting to see some kind of science or system that worked in a completely baffling, non-intuitive way that I couldn't wrap my head around for a while. Like--
( He struggles visibly for a second, searching his imagination for an example that doesn't sound stupid. )
Liquid metal, or- or- some variant on magnetism, a completely new material or element, or... something. I don't know. Something cool. Some of that abstract science fiction shit.
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[ vidar can't say that he understands that drive, but he respects it. anyone wanting to pursue something greater than themselves is going beyond the amount of respect vidar pays his own life, but that's not really something for a lighthearted discussion. ] Then again, I suppose that's what defines scientists and poets alike. There's a certain romance in it.
[ or madmen, actually. ]