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melodiesofeternity2018-07-17 06:04 pm
alborada) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-07-17 06:04 pm
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Some dreams shouldn’t become reality.
Who: Sylvarie (alborada), Hunk chefbayardee), and Shiro (deeptrust)
When: Not long after the C.C. AMA.
Where: Sylvarie’s Apartment within Curti Center Headquarters
What: Sylvarie offered to meet with Hunk in person to answer some questions, for the network has been strange lately.
Warnings/Notes: Once Upon A Dream discussions, others will be added if needed.
There, finally the puffball was out of the apartment. Sighing heavily with relief, Sylvarie locked the door for extra measure in case Primrose decided to come back with another angry tirade about the inappropriateness of her oncoming visitors. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to slump against the wall for a moment to try to pull together her flustered expression.
But it was necessary, it was her job no matter how much her governess disapproved or tried to meddle. And for this particular meeting, she wanted to have as few interruptions and much freedom as possible. After all, she might not be the only one being questioned.
Opening her eyes to look around the small sitting room, she couldn’t help pursing her lips lightly. There really was no personal touch to it, furnished in exactly the way it had been the day she arrived, minus the small vase of white flowers the Moogle would always keep fresh. Beside it, a thin and plain white folder of what she was permitted to pull out of the Center records, her own neatly transcribed notes. It certainly wasn’t as warm as it could be, inviting...
Well, no was not the time to lament her lack of decoration—she could hear footsteps approaching.
alborada), Hunk chefbayardee), and Shiro (deeptrust)When: Not long after the C.C. AMA.
Where: Sylvarie’s Apartment within Curti Center Headquarters
What: Sylvarie offered to meet with Hunk in person to answer some questions, for the network has been strange lately.
Warnings/Notes: Once Upon A Dream discussions, others will be added if needed.
There, finally the puffball was out of the apartment. Sighing heavily with relief, Sylvarie locked the door for extra measure in case Primrose decided to come back with another angry tirade about the inappropriateness of her oncoming visitors. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to slump against the wall for a moment to try to pull together her flustered expression.
But it was necessary, it was her job no matter how much her governess disapproved or tried to meddle. And for this particular meeting, she wanted to have as few interruptions and much freedom as possible. After all, she might not be the only one being questioned.
Opening her eyes to look around the small sitting room, she couldn’t help pursing her lips lightly. There really was no personal touch to it, furnished in exactly the way it had been the day she arrived, minus the small vase of white flowers the Moogle would always keep fresh. Beside it, a thin and plain white folder of what she was permitted to pull out of the Center records, her own neatly transcribed notes. It certainly wasn’t as warm as it could be, inviting...
Well, no was not the time to lament her lack of decoration—she could hear footsteps approaching.
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"I mean, she wouldn't have invited us if she hates us, so this shouldn't be too awkward, right?" He laughs again. He's nervous. Obviously. "And besides, I brought food!" And then Hunk gives a box of freshly made cinnamon rolls a light shake. If they're good for drunk people and hangovers, they're good for new(ish) allies!
"Everyone likes food, and you're probably a lot better at this diplomacy thing than I am, so it's fine. It'll be fine." They've reached the door, and Hunk's realized just how important this might be. If he screws this up, the Curti Center and the outworlders might never trust each other! (He's wrong, but shh.)
He can't even knock on the door or ring the doorbell. Instead, he just looks at Shiro expectantly. If only he could be calm under pressure all the time like him...
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"I'm just better at it because I have more experience. I've heard how you handled some situations before. I think you have great potential. Look at how fast you made friends and allies here. A lot of people have heard of you here, Hunk." A lot of people. It's kind of amazing what Hunk has been able to achieve in their months here.
He pauses when they get to the door and leans forward rapping on it. He steps back respectfully and smiles just a little encouragingly at Hunk then faces the door. He's dressed like his former Paladin days, a jacket, a white shirt, and pants leading into dark boots. Nice and friendly. Whenever the door opens he smiles just a little wider. "Hey, I hope we're on time."
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Hopefully a smaller gathering would work better as she steps aside and gestures for the two to enter, movements practiced and graceful as was expected of someone with her upbringing. “Please, come right in. You’re welcome to sit anywhere you’d like, is there anything you would need before we begin?”
Like a pillow to hold, or something to drink... Especially with the smell coming from the box Hunk was holding, just what was Within it that made her eyes light with curiosity?
forgot to track this, oops!!!
"I'm good for now, thanks." The smile rests, coming more naturally. "But I made you something!" And then he presents the donut-style box, lifting the lid to show off a dozen cinnamon rolls, warm and smelling as if they were freshly baked. Because they were!
"These are from a recipe I knew from back home, they're called cinnamon rolls!" He's clearly happy, even though he just had to substitute the closest thing he could get to cinnamon. Then, as if to goad her into doing what he wants, he closes the box and moves towards a table. And then he sets the pastries down, and takes a seat himself.
"Wait." The realization flickers in his eyes and he looks towards his host. He's worried again. "You don't have any allergies or anything, right?"
No prob!
He adds just before the question of allergies is posed. He pauses, looking towards Sylvarie.
it’s all good!
“It would hardly be of benefit to anyone if they fell under the impression you were trying to poison the youngest of Curti Center’s employees.” With that poor attempt at a joke out of the way, the girl went on to retrieve the plates and cutlery she had obtained just for the occasion—all things considered, it was the first time she’s had any guests to entertain in years, much less in her new housing.
“Likewise, it really is an honour to have the chance to meet and speak with you in person.” Setting everything up, she takes a place across from Hunk and gestures for Shiro to join them. “There are a number of you who have already proven and made a name for yourselves, but I’m afraid the chance to speak with everyone individually has been... difficult. If I did not work here at the Center, the opportunity likely would not have come up at all.”
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"There's kind of a lot of us. You're just one person, you can't know everyone." Hunk gives his own best effort at being reassuring, since he's been trying to do just that. And it's hard, knowing as many people as possible! That said, he also sees an opening, something he can maybe help with.
"Unless... there's something else that's keeping you from getting out there more often?" She baited the hook, and he wasn't one to shy away from a chance to Bite.
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He moves when she gestures, pulling the chair out and sitting down. "Yes, a lot of us have been busy." He included. His schedule has been pretty full from the moment he snatched up a pilot license test. "Many people I've talked to want to help as much as we can and...it takes our mind off things. Anyway, Hunk is right. There's a lot of us and it's hard to get to know that many people at once. Especially when all us, you included have been traveling and taking work."
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Any more details regarding each situation, however, would have to be asked of each individual—Sylvarie hardly felt comfortable sharing the details regarding the personal lives of her coworkers with strangers and without their knowledge. But in regards to herself, she could be more generous as she closed her eyes.
“I live here at the Center full-time, though I do have a home and family elsewhere. My presence isn’t an immediate necessity, so I can more dedicate myself to what happens here. That includes monitoring Mognet as much as I am able so I may share information with my coworkers and superiors, helping Claire with paperwork involving all outworlders, and... collecting data to see if we recognise any patterns, essentially.”
What she didn’t feel up to sharing yet, a topic that filled her nights with worry, was why some outworlders simply seem to have disappeared and their names greyed in the list for the Linkshell... Why some Moogles disappeared with them.
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"What kind of patterns are you looking for?" The question is broad, and he knows it, but... he's pretty good with data and patterns and numbers. Pretty great even. "Is it secret Center research, data from all of us in the Dream Width, or, like, even Mognet stuff?" The wheels are already starting to turn. It's not like he hasn't seen that string of gibberish in the Linkshell, but if they could just trace the signal somehow...
and then he harasses it a few days later like an idiotno subject
Shiro glances at Hunk. She's given this much of herself. The least he can do is offer up more about himself. "I've been collecting as much information as I can from our end. It hasn't been much but there are some of us keeping track of any patterns we find among ourselves." Maybe together they could find out where the missing people are.
It's an idea and he's never been one to ignore a possible chance.
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As much as she may become tired or even frustrated at times, it wasn’t because she ever disagreed with them entirely. But even after two months, it was difficult to know how to handle the situation as a whole. Breathing out, she reached over for the thin folder she had set aside—if either of the two glanced at the papers within, it would seem to be a mere list of numbers and code names that made no sense, given she had penned them in a cypher of her own making. Though they are her own personal notes, she didn’t want to risk exposing the sensitive information of individuals should someone else come across them.
“I know it’s... crude, and people are hardly in the best state when we do them, but that is why we ask for and perform check-ups upon arrival to the Center. With as much data as we can obtain, we can better locate these patterns and solve the mysteries of the Interdimensional Cloud. The past two cycles have given us more than we can possible piece together in satisfactory time, and given rise to new theories.”
“For example, the presence of so many from a world called Eos is worth noting—yet only a few of them seem to be from the same point in time. Why would that happen, and does it prove the existence of multiple timelines and alternate realities if residents from further in the future never noticed the absence of certain individuals? What does it mean to have them not notice, what happens to their timeline if they are here in Vaikuntha unable to leave? And...”
Only now does Sylvarie seem to realise she was practically rambling, peering up from her notes with an apologetic expression. Not everyone wanted to hear such scientific theories with detail, and worse yet she had hardly given them the chance to offer their input yet.
“I’m sorry... This is all as new to us as it is to you, that’s why I went to the Dream Width this last time...”
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They're going to work very well together. So Hunk just laughs as she catches herself.
"It's fine." He's smiling, almost as warm as the cinnamon rolls. She's willing to be so immediately forthcoming, so... he'll take a risk. Give trust to get trust. "I... I can actually say that other timelines and realities can exist." He looks at Shiro awkwardly- he'd mentioned it, but he always danced around the details. It was complicated. "Or at least they did in my universe. One guy we knew was obsessed with them."
Hunk doesn't want to get into that for the first time with Shiro, at least not in someone else's home. That'd be so weird!
"You mentioned you ended up in a memory from Crystallis, right?" Hunk just looks at her expectantly for a moment, and then looks at Shiro. He could always stop and ask about the other dimension, or... There was no point in worry about what Shiro would do. He'd make the best decision, like he always does. One less variable for Hunk to worry about.
I thought I hit this. Sorry!
It's not like those theories hadn't been talked about in his cadet days. But now they apply in a far more personal way. "It's alright." He echoes Hunk and lapses into silence. His thoughts are on the blaze of a cockpit lit by blazing purple light. Hunk glances at him then he sighs, a disgusted look crossing his face. "Yes, he's very obsessed with them. He calculates our probability of dying at every turn. I'm sorry in advance if he ever shows up. Despite that, he's a leading scientist in his field and has done incredible work." His tone is flat and he takes a moment to shove it all down.
He won't ever wring Slav's neck but all the scenarios of certain death prod hard against secrets he's kept from everyone who didn't know them before he left for space the first time. He's over it a moment later. He straightens expression returning to calm and curious. "The memories without an owner? ...I've been curious, how many of them were out there during that venture?"