[Mostly Closed Event Post]

[autumnswarm]

Sullivan is lingering on the edge of the LDS Campus, waiting for Shian. Their phone is floating slightly behind them, and they seem to be... extra off feeling. If you look closely, you can tell there's almost doll-like joints on their knuckles and fingers. Their ill-fitting suit obscures probably more, which they're wearing despite it being the start of summer and seem to be fine, despite the heat. A large satchel is on their back and they've produced a few instruments from it. They've gotten here remarkably fast, impossibly so, so there's time to question what this obviously strange lunatic is doing before they head in with their erstwhile helper to begin investigating and helping if you've got a reason to be on LDS' campus.

Comments

[autumnswarm]

"This is decidedly new, yes."

A pause as they consider.

"In theory, yes. However as a failsafe I've locked up my lab. Onni has... oh, you'd have access to my memories, wouldn't you? Yes. As far as it goes, I would be 'expendable' in a sense. Not my favorite outcome, but on the table."

[memoryistime]

Yeah, I have access to them. If I choose to have access to them, basically. Otherwise everything just compartmentalizes and then I have to purposely search for it. But, eh, better than how it was before I died the first time. *waving that off*

But I kinda get it. I assume-- not tested, obviously-- that if anything happened to me to put me into danger, my spirit'd just pop back into Noriko's sphere of influence, since she owns my soul and all. So I guess we're both technically "expendable".

Of course, I'd rather not find out if I'm wrong or right.

[autumnswarm]

"Let's do our best to not die in a dire situation and test these fun theories later." There’s a shadow of a grin, though that was 100% serious.

[memoryistime]

... Let's be honest.

How likely is it, that you think this'll kill us?

[autumnswarm]

"It goes either way, right? We're not exactly going to be easy to convert, and if they think it'll be more effort to do that, they'll attempt to kill us. Of all of the people in Domino, we're nearly a perfect counter. Best to kill us rather than assimilate. At least, rationally speaking. Irrationally, well. I believe the youths say 'find out' after doing a swear."

[memoryistime]

Oh, right, I know what saying you're referencing.

Well, hopefully, she isn't far enough gone that she'll notice if something's off. Officially, let's just say we're here to question her. You're part of OOPARTS, I'm part of SAI. All makes sense, right?

[autumnswarm]

"Oh, absolutely. And we've done this before.

... actually, near exactly. Hm. Let's not dwell on that too long."

[memoryistime]

Yeah, let's uh. Not, there. *I do recall the last time, but this is definitely... worse.

Anyway, I think we can just about arrive at our destination.*

[hexeninmadchen]

::You find the location noted, and find a sign saying the medical office has been relocated because it's been uh. "Temporarily Requisitioned".

You can hear 99 Luftballoons playing inside.::

[memoryistime]

*Well, that's sure an excellent sign of things being entirely normal and definitely no trouble at all.

Knocks at the door. Best to not barge in.*

[autumnswarm]

Sullivan hums along with the song as they stand to the side of Shian, messing with their satchel.

[hexeninmadchen]

::The door opens, and you see three things immediately.

The entire set of walls are covered in pieces of paper tied together by red strings.

A pile of laptops that was probably provided to Ms. Hartmann are lying there, smoking.

And Ms. Hartmann is staring at you... in so much as the fact that she's leaning into the door frame's line of sight, from standing on the wall. She's also wearing casual clothes.::

Yes, vhat might I help you two... gentlemen? ladies? vith?

::Her command of Japanese is fine but she has a THICK German accent.::

[memoryistime]

*Geeze, you've been in this city for how long and your accent's still that thick? Whatever.*

You look like you've been busy with things. We're here to ask you about the incident you just experienced that got you sent to here-- representing SAI. Samasu, Shian.

We've met, before.

[hexeninmadchen]

And ze other one vith you?

[autumnswarm]

"Sullivan Adams, occult expert at OOPARTS. We've met before but it has been quite awhile. I looked much more femme, I think. A pleasure."

Their gaze lingers on Ms. Hartmann, but keeps going to the papers on the walls, as if taking it all in.

[hexeninmadchen]

Come in, do not mind me, I am vorking. But please do not move anything.

::The math seems to be regarding physics and astrophysics and dimensions, very high end stuff, GNC #1 and GNC #2. She's squatting on the wall, scribbling against a piece of paper with a pen.::

[memoryistime]

*stepping in. It's a question of what the goal of all of this is for, really... but we can get to that as things escalate.*

Like I said, we're here to question you about the incident. Which I guess comes to the first step of this:

Do you remember what happened?

[autumnswarm]

About as bad as I expected, not as good as I'd hoped. Sullivan is clearly more interested in the formula than talking, so it’s good that they have Shian. They mutter something about 'Euphie' and produce a small pencil and pad, copying some down.

[hexeninmadchen]

One of the Top Team, apparently now rogue, smashed opened my office-lab's door, shoved a helmet onto my head, blank, and I woke up here.

::It's basically describing mathematics needed for dimensional travel and the 12 Dimensions if you have any mathematical inclinations.

She hrms, thinks for a moment, and pulls out more red string, tying it to the tack pinning the paper, and walks through the air to the opposite wall, and starts tying it to another piece of paper.::

[memoryistime]

You seem like you're doing pretty well in terms of being cognitive. How did you feel, after waking up?

[autumnswarm]

Sullivan moves out of the way of Frannie, clearly impressed with her formulae and work.

[hexeninmadchen]

...

::Pauses for a moment.::

To be honest? I feel like many screws in my head feel unscrewed, but it's been extremely productive for my work, many breakthroughs, even though the laptops keep breaking when I try to enter the equations involved.

Now if only I could incentivize someone to call it the "Multiversal Speedvay" instead of the "Dimensional Highvay", I vould feel right as rain, ja.

::Pulls out a notepad and starts scribbling as she walks across the walls, carefully avoiding stepping on any of the paperwork.::

[memoryistime]

*so you're aware things shouldn't be, but... hmmm.*

This is all your "work", then? All of this? *gesturing around the room*

What are you ultimately trying to do, with all of these equations? Just to be specific about it.

[hexeninmadchen]

Lay out mathematics needed to operate the Multiversal Speedvay system, of course!

Mr. Akaba has extremely strong vested interest in humans having control over our ability to go into the 12 Dimensions on our own, as Duel Spirits, Monsters, whatever you vant to call them, are hesitant to give us actual access, and look for vat he calls Fusion, Synchro and Xyz Dimensions, to see if any fragments still exist.

We have deals with Amahara Heavy Industries for equipment to make infinite trackvay, but no breakthrough on ze mathematics needed to operate said system in many years.

Now, many breakthroughs.

That make sense, ja?

[memoryistime]

Yeah, that makes... sense.

*this is a better situation than they expected at least-- she's technically doing the work she's supposed to be doing, apparently, but the unscrewing is... hm.*

I guess the real question here is: if you're aware things feel "unscrewed", would you want things to be... screwed back in?