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Post by seraphflonne on Nov 3, 2017 17:37:58 GMT
Angela moves around to beside Rem, her hand wrapping around his appendage at the new knowledge given to them. Drifloon were known for being able to go someplace else and if Rem got sucked into a portal she wanted to go in without her she would be upset. She didn't quite take note of how ridiculous it looked for a grown woman to be holding a Drifloon like this was, but even if she did, she wouldn't have cared.
"If he's sending things where I believe he is sending them to, then I would be quite interested in knowing as well" She eyed Skit with curiosity, he was the closest thing with the answers she wanted, not that he could give much, but the fact that his master could be dabbling in Ultra Space...that was too good to pass up.
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Post by Lockdown on Nov 3, 2017 22:34:28 GMT
"Given the context of what Skit and the maid said, I find it unlikely that any of this was intentional. Combined with the rather decayed appearance of the mansion, I find it most probable that we're dealing with a middling to low-level Spark, trying to put themselves on the same level as their ancestors." Edgar's tone was dry as dust, while he carefully looked around the space Skit had led them into. Mortem gives a low hiss to underscore his agreement with the assessment... or perhaps just because of the strange greasy feeling in the air making the fossil uncomfortable even as it twists around on the alert for anything that may be dangerous... or edible. Edgar Perception: 15 Mortem Perception: 16
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Post by Robot on Nov 4, 2017 23:58:22 GMT
"At the risk of being presumptuous I would assume it hasn't occurred on so large a scale before, the phenomenon I mean. If he is dabbling in spacial folding I would be much obliged to weigh my notes against your benefactor's. Ah, yes, the stairs." With no one immediately barring his path, Parish and his creature made for the landing at the foot of the rise.
"Is the lab up or down, 'Skit' was it? I could see being close to the generation point for potency and observations sake, but sometimes safety needs be observed too."
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Post by Vazad on Jan 13, 2018 12:29:29 GMT
Under the door to the lab bright flashes of light can be seen, a pulsing droning sound shakes the door slightly at steady intervals. The warped wood swings in with a creak as the door scrapes against the scratched and pitted floorboards. The circular room fills the inside of the clocktower, the tall ceiling capped with a wooden floor that must house actual clock mechanisms. A ladder on the far side of the room runs up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. At equidistant points on the walls eight tall poles reach up to the ceiling, at set intervals along the poles length are glass ovals filled with delicate looking machinery that pulse with the same strange energy that was seen arcing off of the top of the clocktower. Each of these pylons are connected to their own individual bank of machinery. Covered in rows of gauges, switches and a tangle of wires attached to a multitude of sockets. These wires travel haphazardly across the floor to other machines connecting the scattered disparate parts together.
After the machinery crowding the walls there is an open space that severs as a path and then another ring of apparatus. These machines, forming a ring about halfway toward the center of the room, are mostly covered in a variety of dials and displays. Most of these are analog, numbers on vertical wheels that occasionally change with a click as the display shifts to the next numeral, cathode tubes with faintly seen letters or numbers flickering within, the hands of dials shakily shifting from one archaic value to another. These machines are connected to their counterparts on the wall by the jumble of wires and have large cables that connect it to the device at the center of the room.
Amidst a jumble of paper strewn desks and bent and battered cages stands a large and sturdy gateway. Standing about twice as tall as anyone in the group and about as wide it sits, the glass tubes sticking from it filled with a pulsing incandesce. The thick cabling coming from the nearby devices connecting to what seem like strange places all over it, hanging off at odd angles. Several similar cables run up a long pole that connect the device to whatever sits above the ceiling. While the gateway seems to stand there empty it seems as if the other side of the room you can see beyond has a thin quality, almost as if you’re looking through it to some fake replica of reality.
Standing before the gate is a man in his late middle age, balding head and greying dark red hair. He has an obvious plumpness, most likely from a life of indolence. His eyes race as he frantically sifts through the scatter of papers on one of the five desks at the center of the room. Muttering to himself he doesn’t seem to notice when the door opens.
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 13, 2018 17:55:38 GMT
Sylvia gets an uneasy feeling as the group approaches the door... which only compounds as they step inside. It's vaguely reassuring to be back inside a Spark's laboratory - that part of her still hasn't entirely disappeared - but that feeling is drowned out by everything else, screaming how this is wrong and to get away. If this wasn't doing anything, it would be interesting, but after that beast outside... no, she doesn't want to be anywhere even close to here.
She holds her ground as best she can, though, and tries not to look directly through the gateway. It hurts her eyes, so she instead takes in the man nearby. She's still wary of interrupting a Spark, so she leans over to Skit and asks "I don't suppose there's an off button somewhere easily accessible?"
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Post by sleepytenor on Jan 14, 2018 17:48:16 GMT
"Fraid not. We might 'ave to do this'n the 'ard way." Skit didn't really care if Ernst Klein was "busy", he couldn't risk that thing from earlier getting out. He quickly, albeit a little clumsily, made his way over to the spark.
"Klein! What are you doin'!?" His shouts were quick and parentally stern. "You're endanger'n the 'ole town! Now that's enough for one day!"/font] He goes to go pull out some of the plugs to force a shutdown on the machinery.
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 14, 2018 18:42:28 GMT
Angela pushes her glasses up as she scans the room. At least the place looked promising, there were clearly at least plans for making a gateway, something she herself desired immensely. She was pleased to note that this was indeed her most promising lead, at least for now. She did have to tighten her grip, not enough to hurt, on Rem's arm, as he started to try and keep flying forward. A sharp tug and the little guy realized what was in front of him, his other arm coming up to scratch the back of his head as he realized he was distracted.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 15, 2018 1:12:22 GMT
Klein's attention snapped up once the shouting started. A look of panic on his face, once Samuel starts moving toward the machinery it shifts to one of pure terror. Scattering pages in his haste he awkwardly hobbles toward him.
"N-now, don't be hasty! Y-you could cause a h-harmonic s-surge. T-that'd r-rip every spacial t-tear in a twenty m-mile radius wide open."
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Post by sleepytenor on Jan 15, 2018 3:42:25 GMT
Skit stops in his tracks and turns to Klein. "Well, I suppose we wouldn't want that now would we. Are you goin' to turn it off then?" Skit stares at Klein expectantly.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 15, 2018 3:49:48 GMT
Glancing back toward his desk Klein mumbles out a reply. An expression of resignation flitting onto his face, he trips slightly on the crisscrossing wires as he arrives near Skit.
"I-i've been t-trying. I d-don't recognize the waveform. I h-have been trying to p-parse it but t-these things take t-time."
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Post by sleepytenor on Jan 15, 2018 4:03:14 GMT
"And 'ow much time do you think it'll take 'fore one o' them other dimensional beasts is unwitt'nly unleashed on the town by your 'and, and then goes eat'n the unassum'n townsfolk?" Skit is visibly getting more and more irritated with the stubborn spark.
"Turn it off, and try again after you make whatever adjustments you need to make. You can try again later, 'sides you 'ave some guests who might like to discuss your li'l project. Some of 'em may even be able to... err... assist." Skit gestures over to the odd group who followed him here.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 15, 2018 7:45:58 GMT
"Ahem." Edgar clears his throat loudly. "If I'm not mistaken, that," he points at the cable-wrapped pole leading upwards, "is essentially the connection between this thing," he sweeps his hand down to indicate the gate, "And whatever is projecting this energy throughout the town, yes?" He rolls his shoulders, lifting his companion into a better firing position. "So let's cut the connection there first, and keep this blasted effect contained a bit better while you try to puzzle out what to do, alright?" Edgar is giving Klein a gimlet-eyed stare, and Mortem is very clearly simply waiting for the word to blast the pole with acid, if the steaming purple fumes emerging from the mon's "mouth" were any indication.
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 15, 2018 19:32:52 GMT
Angela looked at them all, before giving a shrug. She spoke in a steady, almost uncaring, tone about the problem at hand."That could indeed fix the issue, if the power source is required at this point, if it's grown stable, or even unstable, enough to ignore that, we may have quite an issue on our hands" Well, not for her, but the rest of the people here certainly did. She'd prefer to keep it open, but she knows the timing isn't ideal. She's fine with letting this go, since the man who caused it is right there. She had enough of a lead to make progress now.
"I'd recommend swift action, in this case, though I would also recommend not using violent methods. That could exasperate the effects of the machine, and even cause it to not fully shut down" Needless to say, her advice is easily overridden by the actual scientist who made this, but it should be clear that violence in a sparks lab is a bad choice. Who knows what horrors you could unleash on accident.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 16, 2018 9:54:40 GMT
When Edgar offers his solution Klein jumps back with a start, obviously extremely shaken by the suggestion.
"I-i-if y-you c-cut the connector it c-could feed back into the s-system, y-you'd break the l-loop. W-who knows what w-would happen then. Y-y-you could bring..."
Klein begins to shudder uncontrollably, obviously extremely shaken.
"C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c."
Klien's eyes roll up into his skull as he topples over backward, laying amongst the tangled wires.
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 16, 2018 17:59:58 GMT
Sylvia's a little torn. On the one hand, on the one hand, she wants to make sure that the Spark's okay. If for no other reason that he's probably the one who knows best than what's going on here. On the other hand... she doesn't want to get any closer to the machinery in here. Especially not after that reaction. She 'compromises' instead, and turns to Skit, "Do... do you have any idea what he was trying to say? Is there something worse than what we've already seen?"
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Post by Robot on Jan 17, 2018 18:56:54 GMT
"WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO SAY!" Parish roared to life, ripping two clumps of hair from his pate as he surged into the room suddenly in a frothing rage. "IS THAT HIS INCOMPETENCE IS DAMNABLE AND BREAKING A STABLE LOOP GATEWAY WITH A LEAK IS A GOOD WAY TO BRING ABOUT UTTER CHAOS!" With a powerful sweep of his arms, more strength then a man of his slight build should be able to muster, he upended one of the tables worth of notes. Papers fluttered and scattered like geese before a storm. "THE IDIOT DREW A WAVEFORM TO THIS LOCATION THAT HIS PRIMITIVE TECH CAN'T PROPERLY CONTAIN SO IT'S PRESENCE IS BLEEDING OUT ALL OVER THE PLACE!"
Barehanded, the mad boy tore an access panel free of one of the larger consoles to diagnose the problem.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 17, 2018 22:08:40 GMT
Edgar's shoulders lose just the slightest bit of tension as he takes in his employer's state. "Oh, good. He's in the Madness Place. Hopefully that means we'll have a chance to survive this. If any of the rest of you are Sparks, you might want to assist if you can." The mist of acid fumes ceases to rise from Mortem as the strange human begins to rant and muck about. The last time he had used acid during one of these times he'd very nearly been made into part of some kind of antennae, and he wasn't eager to tempt his luck a second time.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 18, 2018 10:54:45 GMT
As Parish begins to examine the contents of the machine he can see that this is indeed a slipshod operation. You'd expect to see something this simple from an amateur, you can see that the entire system is patched together from disparate parts. Whoever built this was obviously not familiar with the basics of trans-universal manipulation. This coupling here should obviously be re-routed over to this connection. Why are there a series of subspace transistors here? The man was obviously a complete fool. It seems as if he was trying to continental matter transmission but has the whole thing supercharged, every time he turns it on it starts ripping holes into random neighboring universes. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like you can turn it off from your current panel but you get the feeling that you could collapse the rifts by redirecting the energy being siphoned off through the antenna although this might just cause them to be focused into the central gate. Like a prism refracting light being focused into a singular beam. Conversely, if you have some assistance you may be able to work together to use the machine itself to turn off the cascade safely.
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 18, 2018 17:03:47 GMT
Angela ignores Edgar's suggestion, if she entered the Madness Place, she would be absolutely no help. Not that she had the power to enter it willingly, maybe one day. Instead, she fixed her glasses yet again, before stepping up to beside Parish, tugging the balloon Pokemon behind her. "Tell me what you need, I shall do my best to assist you" Even in this situation her voice continued to stay flat. She technically had nothing to worry about, but these people seemed like the sort that could actually help her achieve her goal.
She didn't know how most of this machinery was made, but she had some experience with similar machines. If she was lucky, she could remember how to operate some of this.
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Post by Robot on Jan 18, 2018 22:22:24 GMT
"EDGAR! MY TOOLS!" Parish re-appeared with a fistful of wires and several transistors. "STOP STANDING ABOUT LIKE DULLARDS! UNLESS YOU ENJOY THE IDEA OF BEING COSMICALLY OBLITERATED!". Making his way the the gate itself he began feeding cables from the smaller consoles into the gate.
"YOU THERE! THE ANTENNAE NEEDS BE MADE INTO A RECEIVER INSTEAD OF A TRANSMITTER, GET ON THAT NOW!" He points at Angela. "YOU TWO!" At Sylvia and Skit. "I NEED PARTS! THE REDUNDANT CONSOLES ARE POINTLESS, TEAR THEM DOWN!"
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