#nothing fucking constructive i can do about it either. besides log off. which i’ll do anyways.
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tw discussion of school shootings in the tags
#absolutely beyond pissed that people’s ‘solution’ is to hire armed guards for schools#do you have ANY idea how fucking BULLSHIT that is?#it’s a fucking SCHOOL. NOT A BANK. NOT A MILITARY INSTALLATION. A FUCKING *SCHOOL*#how about instead of ‘teaching principals to shoot’ and ‘allowing teachers to conceal carry’#BOTH of which make them targets to gunmen and open up the possibility of accidents or worse#WE. FUCKING. REGULATE. GUNS#i should NOT just be able to WALK INTO A WALMART lay down $1k and buy a MILITARY GRADE WEAPON#how the fuck is that even acceptable in the first place??? doesn’t that sound fucking insane???#‘it would be so much to regulate’ that never stops the government from making other people walk through an ASININE amount of hoops to#LIVE IN THE US#IT TAKES DOCUMENTED WORKERS +10 PLUS YEARS TO GET A VISA. I COULD HIT POST AND DRIVE TO WALMART#FIFTEEN MINUTES FROM MY HOUSE. AND BUY A GUN#i don’t have the words for how SHIT i felt when i couldn’t even feel SAD finding out there was a shooting today#of course i grieve for those kids and their families. and the adults and THEIR families#but i remember when BEING in school and hearing about this would set me on edge for weeks#i at one point in college legitimately feared for my life bc i knew a guy who Could Create A situation like that and knew i’d be a target#it’s fucking sick. it’s absolutely fucking sick that people have grown numb to this. to CHILDREN. DYING. in a place that they’re supposed#to feel safe#i fucking hate it here. i’m so sick of how completely ass backwards this country is and how there’s no desire to correct it.#nothing fucking constructive i can do about it either. besides log off. which i’ll do anyways.#if you made it this far you’re a real one.#veenty deeby
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A Meeting With The Overseer
(RP log: 01/14/18)
Elle, with obvious reluctance, removes the belt holding her pistols -which she has worn continuously since Recke and Eilithe's return- and hands it over to the guards on the stairs. She pauses in the doorway, lightly rapping her knuckles against the door jamb. "You wanted to see me?" She doesn't look worried, or apprehensive. She just looks tired.
Recke would be standing at the front of the desk and leaning against the ledge. A distant sight on the bay windows in the office with his arms crossed. An annoyed expression on his face before he heard the knocking and saw Elle. A gesture to enter more so into the office. "I don't hope to take too much of your time. Just some rather..unexpected things came up."
Elle steps inside, closing the door behind her. She lets her gaze drift out the window a moment before she turns her attention back to him. "There seems to be a lot of that going around." She stands in a fairly relaxed pose, hands clasped behind her. "What can I help you with?"
Recke let out a deep sigh as he brought his own gaze up to meet Elle's. "You can help me with technicalities that are a pain in the ass." He paused for a moment before clearing his throat. "I've been made aware that you've charged out local pirate for the fees due from the street performers. That is where these technicalities come into play. The council didn't technically vote on the matter of charging street performers. While it was discussed, it wasn't -technically- voted for." His hands falling to grip the edge of the desk he leaned against. "While I would not usually care for what ill fate befalls him. I do not want word passing through the streets that we go about charging others simply on a slip of words." He paused once more to make sure she was keeping up with him.
Elle nods to him as he speaks. "Yes, I did collect from his, whatever he is, Saeris." She cants her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "Let me guess; Kurel either whined at or bullied Eilithe about it and she, in turn, came to do the same to you, rather than anyone actually coming to talk to me." She shrugs, the complete lack of give-a-fuck on her face translated perfectly to her tone of voice. "The bank note still sits in my safe. I can have it to you in a matter of minutes."
Recke listened to Elle as she spoke before a simple shrug of his shoulders. "I suppose me talking to you now about it. I don't want it. Don't care for it. My opinions of the man still stand but as I said. I don't word catching around the harbor." He'd pull himself up to properly sit on the desk. "Just have a messenger send it back to him whenever you could. Please. And that'll be the end of that." Another shrug before he sighed quietly. His gaze still on her as he watched.
Elle shrugs her own shoulders. "I never cared for the money, either. The Harbor certainly doesn't need it." In truth, she only charged him so he'd be forced into admitting he can't afford the things he says he can. "I'll have someone send it back to Saeris."
Recke gave a slow blink as he nodded his head. Offering a smile towards Elle. "Thank you for understanding." He paused before frowning slightly and looked her over briefly. "You look tired. How have things been with you?"
"I'm doing it for you and the Harbor. Not for any other reason," she states, firmly. She'll be damned if she'll let either Eilithe or Kurel think she'd bend the knee for them. She blinks, then, raising a brow at him. "Things have been...busy. I am spread a bit thin, at the moment." Burying herself in work to avoid anything else, is more like.
Recke would nod once more. "I'd expect as much. I wouldn't ask you too for any other reason." His eyes would narrow at her as he pursed his lips. "Busy? Still back and forth from the estate?"
Elle nods again, relaxing her posture now that the topic has shifted. "The estate, Pennifer's farm, and the Harbor. There is still a lot to do to get that farm running again."
Recke hummed quietly in response as his gaze fell to the floor briefly. "I see. If you need any extra hands on her farm. I know of some good people still in Westfall. Work is always needed." His eyes flicked back up to her then. "How are things at home? Alright?"
Elle raises a brow at him. It honestly never occurred to her to ask for help of any kind. "Good people are proving difficult to come by. If you could put out the word to the ones you know and send them my way, I can give them work." Her gaze shifts away, locking on a point outside the window. "How are things here, or at the estate?"
Recke canted his head as she looked away. "I'll be sure to do that. You can expect them tomorrow or the next." His hands gripped a bit tighter on the desk as he leaned forward a tad. "Both." He stated finally.
Elle shifts her gaze back to Recke. "In a word? Tense. There is a lot of uncertainty here. And there..." She nods vaguely out the window. "...The extra work is welcome enough, keeping folks minds off whatever it is they can sense there that I can't." She shrugs, focusing back on him. "The new weapon and armor designs, unfortunately, didn't distract them from it for long."
Recke canted his head back as she moved to look at him. A look on his face as if he was trying to understand something. "Hmm. I see. There should be plenty of work now since Harbingers Gate. Though I was more so asking about -you- and not others. I understand the desire to not share. You should get some rest though."
Elle tilts her head slightly. "I have not been told anything regarding Harbingers Gate. That, and the lack of invitation to visit, or -any- contact with the Matrem at all, I was under the assumption it has nothing to do with me." She waves a hand, shaking her head. "The estate I'm talking about is mine, in Stranglethorn. No one there needs to find work. They have plenty, which you will see when the first ones are ready." She pauses, considering his words, and her answer, carefully. "I am...maintaining. A lot has happened recently that needs processed, not the least of which being the silence."
Recke his brows at her words. "When the first ones are ready? What exactly do you have going on at the estate?" He thought about her other words for a moment before speaking up. "So long as you're...maintaining. Just don't try to rush into anything."
"Weapon and armor designs. Ruckus and a couple of others are working on ways to transform them from theory into reality." She offers a quick nod of her head. "I am not rushing into anything. I do my job, one step at a time, one day at a time."
Recke pursed his lips for a moment as he looked down before nodding a few times. "I see. Sounds interesting. I look forward to whatever these designs are." Looking back up to catch her eyes before smiling. "I'm glad you're doing well."
Elle raises a brow at his expression. "I didn't intend to mention the weapons or the armor until I had something to present you with. I am not trying to do anything more devious than protect a patent. I hope you understand that." She completely evades his final words, as 'well' is a gross overstatement.
Recke shook his head quickly. "No. Of course not. I wasn't trying to pry into anything private. I was just curious to what you've been doing. Do you have a time frame on anything?"
Elle takes a moment to study his features before she finally nods. It's obvious to anyone observant that her understanding of her place and how much longer she can expect to enjoy things like freedom and breathing is shaky, at best. "Week's end, at the latest. He's just putting the finishing touches on some of the armor."
Recke nodded once more as he seemed to be more relaxed then when she first came in. Perhaps the topic of their discussing was a needed distraction. "Sounds good to me. Anything you need from me by the way?"
Elle starts to shake her head, then cants it. "Actually, I have a question about the Harbor's armory and barracks. Other than that, I only require your expertise with what I have the men working on."
Recke would reach behind him for a glass of water that was hidden there. Taking a drink before setting it beside him. "Ask away. I'm an open book." He piped up as his arms crossed over his chest.
Elle clears her throat, treading carefully so as not to step on anyone's toes. "The requisitioning of items for either of the buildings, is that under your command or Morddred's?"
Recke canted his head to the side. "Mine. Since it's technically in the harbor. I believe. Why?" He picked the glass up for another drink before idly spinning it in his hands. "For future reference. If it's something to do within the harbor. It's probably me. And if it's outside of the harbor. Most likely him."
Elle nods, making a note of this for future reference. "He has asked to speak with me concerning the buildings and ways to improve stock, efficiency, things of that nature. I didn't want to give him any yays or nays without knowing whose decision it is."
Recke pursed his lips for a moment as he thought on her words before nodding. "Should be fine enough. Whatever he requests. I should find most of what he says sensible. Except saronite. No saronite." He'd abruptly shake his head.
Elle blinks and shakes her head. "I would never approve saronite for the harbor. There are far too many innocent people here for that."
Recke nodded quickly. "Good. But yeah..unless it's something extreme that throws you off. His requests should be granted. That's fine."
Elle cants her head. "I don't think he intends any new construction, but if he should request it, I'll make sure to run it by you first."
Recke offered a smile across towards her. "Of course. Glad I could clear that up for you. Did you have another question or anything else?" A brow perked as he sipped his water.
Elle considers for a moment, her ears swiveling like radar dishes and her eyes shifting to the corners of the room and even out the window. Finally, she simply shakes her head. "No. I think that covers it." Other than the million and one unspoken questions. So many questions, so much she wants to say, weight she wants lifted off her chest. But, not here, even in this office. Their spies are everywhere, and she’ll not risk it. "Do you have any more for me?"
Recke simply shook his head. "That's it. Glad to speak with you." He'd finally stand from the desk as he walked over towards the door to open it up for her. "If you do have something that comes up.." He tapped the side of his head. "..you know how to get a hold of me."
Elle steps back, reflexively, when he approaches, but smiles at him when he opens the door. "I'll remember that. Thank you." She starts down the stairs, holding her hand out for her gun belt. "Same goes for you, Overseer. Any time."
Recke simply nodded once with a smile at her words. The guard stationed there would give the gun belt back quickly. The door closing only after she walks out of sight.
@recke-stoutmantle @crymsynlotus @eilitheduskbringer @kurel-andiel
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==> Psii: Talk to Darkleer while talking to Ampora last night.
methodicalauxilium
»- I don't suppose you're online right now ->
»- But I was wondering if you were amiable to further discussion about the device I was planning to make for you and what you w001d want out of such a device if it were feasible ->
palteringcecutiency
You're ever so lucky in your timing.
methodicalauxilium
»- Oh good ->
»- It is rather late, but we seem to hold a similar schedule ->
palteringcecutiency
I would be asleep but I find myself with annoyances I cannot avoid just yet.
methodicalauxilium
»- Dare I ask? ->
palteringcecutiency
You could, but I remain relatively certain you would not like either answer, if I chose to give them.
methodicalauxilium
»- I am curious yet concerned ->
»- What part of it is disagreeable on my end? ->
palteringcecutiency
Goodness, it could be either, really. I imagine you'd not be fond of your buddy Ampora getting such a blow to his ego from scrap, but I suspect you'd get a much better story from him, of course. Which leaves me to describe the insatiable sensation of blood coursing through this goddamn meatsack I've been shoved into, and I highly doubt you wish to sleep with that image in your pan. c:
methodicalauxilium
»- Ah ->
»- I don't partic001arly care about Caesurae's ego ->
»- And I believe that sensation, or rather your hyperawareness of it, is a portion of the reason I am intending to work on this project ->
palteringcecutiency
Tsk tsk Zahhak, you're going to have to ask Kankri for permission to stick me back in a ship. Heavens know he'll spout some shit about recovery and escapism or whatever the fuck he's come up with, and god help you if disappoint him!
methodicalauxilium
»- That was another thing I was intending on avoiding as well, if you recall ->
»- I have no desire to do more than make you more comfortable in a way that is safe for you ->
»- And /ideally/ in a way that isn't going to have anyone claiming that I am trying to do anything untoward ->
palteringcecutiency
I wish you the /best/ of luck with that impossible quest, since my desire for /comfort/ is remarkably 'unsafe' for me for every definition of the word. c: But goodness, I'm certainly not going to stop you, curling up in code forever seems /delightful/ to the rest of this /slop/.
methodicalauxilium
»- Forever is not the goal, and perhaps is something that sh001d be avoided ->
»- I think I will need more information on the options we have in regards to methods of connecting you to a computer in ways that will not be invasive, or at least will be minimally so ->
»- Not at all is the goal, but my e%pertise is prosthetics and cybernetic enhancements, so I will have to do research to make sure I am avoiding that path as much as I can ->
»- I also need to research the helm a tad more, as it is almost entirely foreign to me ->
»- If you are alright telling me about the mechanics and specifics of the way you were connected, it w001d help me avoid asking questions that w001d make others uncomfortable and potentially seeking out sources that w001d be uncomfortable to peruse ->
palteringcecutiency
Why not? I certainly gave being a troll a good shot, and it's a pity things haven't worked out, so why not go back to what works! It's only logical, and I was such a good little engine, I'd be ever so useful like that.
And I'd be /ever/ so delighted to tell you /everything/ about the helm, so long as you graft me back into something. I'll take a fucking digital clock at this point.
methodicalauxilium
»- I believe there are those that w001d get very upset with me if I enabled you that much, so perhaps I sh001d avoid being quite so e%tensive in helping you regain your previous senses ->
»- However, if you are comfortable with being grafted to some sort of neural input, that puts things more squarely in my comfort zone, though perhaps having a more removable and less permanent method of connecting w001d make those close to you more comfortable with the prospect of all of this ->
»- You, of course, have the final say in design, but it is something to think about ->
palteringcecutiency
What would it matter to me? I'll be a machine again, cold and unfeeling, and anyone 'close to me' can /rot/ for all I care. Besides, you can make it as noninvasive as you desire, but that won't help you drag me out of my code-nest, will it? c:
methodicalauxilium
»- I see ->
»- I believe Artiife% w001d be incredibly upset with this, as w001d Kankri ->
»- And I don't know that I w001d escape backlash for it, in the long term ->
»- I w001d prefer to avoid that, if possible ->
palteringcecutiency
Of course, I would expect nothing less. c:
methodicalauxilium
»- Is there any other functionality you w001d like the device to have, bearing in mind it w001d be rather difficolt to hook you up to a space ship? ->
»- I w001d like to think I can give you something much more useful and fle%ible than a digital clock ->
palteringcecutiency
Are you going to start babbling about Kankri again if I say I'd want a system big enough to live in?
methodicalauxilium
»- No, my point has been made ->
palteringcecutiency
Delightful c:
methodicalauxilium
»- I will have to work at that, as well as come up with things worth processing, unless you really just want a system in which to roam free ->
»- I believe it w001d be worthwhile to create a system with a neural link and perhaps some robots you can control ->
»- Perhaps with different sorts of cameras and sensors to provide a variety of different types of information ->
palteringcecutiency
Or you could simply give me access to the internet, god knows there's enough to amuse me there. c: But if you decide not to, it hardly matters. I am ever so good at amusing myself.
methodicalauxilium
»- That is certainly an option ->
palteringcecutiency
I do occasionally spot those. c:
methodicalauxilium
»- I want to restore the good parts of the helm, as much as I can ->
»- I am hoping to provide you with the senses you lost ->
»- Considering how much you said you enjoyed the input from the stars ->
»- I want to help you regain that sense of beauty ->
palteringcecutiency
Then you and I have two vastly different goals.
methodicalauxilium
»- I w001d rather give you options you don't use than deny you them for the sake of simplicity ->
palteringcecutiency
...very well, do what you wish. I can hardly stop you.
methodicalauxilium
»- You c001d, if you were inclined ->
»- But I believe you will appreciate some things more later than you do at this moment ->
»- Anyway, I have yet to even sketch anything out, there is still far too much to consider ->
»- This will require e%tensive planning before I can construct it properly and to my standards ->
»- So you will have plenty of time to tell me of any fun%ions you w001d like to include or amend before I am done ->
palteringcecutiency
-- PC sent file "helm.zip" ! --
Artiifex gave me his work on a possible rig design, I might as well pass it onto you.
methodicalauxilium
»- Oh ->
»- Oh good, thank you ->
palteringcecutiency
For inspiration, or at least a starting point.
methodicalauxilium
»- This will help ->
palteringcecutiency
Alas, it seems as I must log off and eventually sleep. You should probably do the same before you get drawn to far into this.
methodicalauxilium
»- Perhaps ->
»- I hope you have a nice night ->
palteringcecutiency
Perhaps nothing.
Work on it tomorrow with a fresh pan.
methodicalauxilium
»- I have work to do tomorrow that will distract me from this ->
»- I may as well write down all my current thoughts before I retire ->
palteringcecutiency
With brevity.
methodicalauxilium
»- I scarcely do anything with brevity ->
palteringcecutiency
I am quite aware, but it is that or nothing, I'm afraid.
methodicalauxilium
»- I see ->
»- I will be as brief as is convenient ->
palteringcecutiency
I suppose it will have to do.
Light, Zahhak.
methodicalauxilium
»- Good light, Captor ->
»- I 100k forward to our ne%t talk ->
#methodicalauxilium#tw: body horror#Helmsmen#this is the exact opposite of the Cae Psii log#starts horrid and awful and ends with Not Feelings
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