un: jaycetalis | video

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[If anyone hasn’t seen Jayce within the past few months, he looks quite a bit different. His hair is longer, he has a beard, and doesn’t seem quite as full of energy as he might have in the past. He’s also not dressing as uptight as he used to— a lack of vest and tie, exchanged for just a simple button up shirt. The background is once again S.T.A.R. labs, although he’s not trying to hide it this time.]

Hey, Etrayans. For those new to this whole thing, welcome. I’m Jayce Talis. For those who came from Pollux, also welcome. I can say with full confidence Aurora’s better at this than Castor is.

[Aurora probably won’t appreciate that comment, but whatever. He stands by it. But that aside…]

I’m putting out a call for fellow scientists to come together and work collaboratively on research involving what we know about Etraya, and more importantly, what we don’t know. This could also include strategizing developments to improve our lives here, and solving problems with our understanding in our respective fields. 


Something that we have here that we lack in our own worlds is the variety of perspectives. In my world, some of our greatest achievements are beyond what’s possible in other worlds, but we don’t have plastics or microwaves. Think of this as an opportunity for all of us to better ourselves, in this… transient existence we’re all stuck in.

Meetings would be here, in S.T.A.R. labs, every Thursday morning. No requirements if you want to participate other than an open mind, and a good attitude. No shooting down suggestions without hearing things out, and if you happen to have some sort of grudge against any of the participants here, you leave it at the door when you come in, or you’re not coming in.

[OOC: Feel free to threadjack around if you'd like!]

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[rudelanguage]

Well, that--er, that wasn't from the almost-getting-eaten or the trap-springing, that was more the-- [incomprehensible filler noises.] Okay, look! Look. When you-- like...there's a threshold you hit. When you don't sleep for three weeks. The potions take the edge off but you're still on the edge, you get me?

It did make those last few days or hours or whatever they were go by reeeeeeally fast-seeming, though. I can't remember which parts were real properly.

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[Good God.]

Tell me you've slept now that we're back.

[rudelanguage]

Yes.

[...

wait.]

...How many days we been back, would you say? Roundabout.

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Like a week at least.

[Girl he does not know the passage of time well either.]

[rudelanguage]

Oh, damn. Yeah, I guess I did sleep!

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[Sighs.]

I'm coming to your camp.

[rudelanguage]

What? Why?

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Because you're still sleep deprived. I'm bringing sleepy time tea.

[rudelanguage]

Eh? Huh? What? I'm pretty sure I must've slept for a week, whaddya mean?

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Wait, you slept for a whole week?

[rudelanguage]

Hey man, you said it's been like a week, yeah? So, I think...yeah? I ran outta the stuff to make the stuff, so I kinda just...y'know...

[makes a teetering, falling, splatting noise.]

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So you feel fine now?

[Aside from the obvious anxieties that are happening.]

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[............................................................................]

I guess so.

What's in the tea?

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Chamomile, mostly. But I have other flavors.

[rudelanguage]

[humming noise.]

...Probably not the worst thing, I guess.

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Are you saying you want me to come by with tea anyway?

[rudelanguage]

I-- I mean, if you're gonna anyway, that's... You, you just gotta tell me when or I won't forget to undo the traps!

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Do you have a means of heating up the tea? If I make it before I get there, it'll get cold.

[rudelanguage]

I got a fire pit. Pot. I can get water from the river.

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Okay, good enough. I'll see you soon, then. An hour?

[rudelanguage]

Hour. Okay. [time to go disarm some little alarm mechanisms and tripropes that'd drop crockery on him otherwise. because she's NICE.]

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[He arrives with a small bag, bearded as per the video showed, and with a leg brace on the leg that Antigone had last seen horribly mutilated. He walks on it well enough, but it's no secret when he approaches, with the metal clank sound it makes.]

Helloooo?

[rudelanguage]

[past a pile of unplugged electric cables, some assorted crockery and broken glass, there's a much better tent than before -- one actually designed for the wilderness, not the draped hospital bedsheets she'd started with. thank Dion for the proper camping lodging.

the fire pit is all Antigone, and she's splayed on her back near it, idly wagging a twig in a hand.

at the call, she swishes it in a more intentional, waving kind of fashion.]

Traps're off, you're good. C'moooonnnn oooover. [but get up and greet properly? nah. she's just gonna lay there, staring skyward.]

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It's proper manners to at least stand if someone's coming to visit you.

[He'll remind her of it, when he has zero expectations of Antigone to have any manners whatsoever. As he approaches, he looks somewhat better than when he last saw her: the beard stays, as does the longer hair, but it's trimmed and brushed, as well as he's wearing cleaned up clothes. Most notably, his leg that had been deeply fucked up is in a metal brace now. He shakes a little pouch with him that has the loose-leaf tea in it.]

At least tell me you have water already boiling?

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[she sighs, so put-upon, and sits up, squinting up at him.] I stood and disarmed all my traps. You're welcome.

So you're jealous of the furry look and keepin' some on your face, huh?

[she smirks lazily, tapping the stick against the pot she's got boiling over the fire.]