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saveourearth2018-11-18 02:12 pm
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2018-11-18 02:12 pm
There are bluebirds over- Wait, those don't go here! [Mingle]
Date: 11.11.2018
Characters: Open!
Note: This is intended to be a very relaxed mingle to give people a bit of a breather. It is plot-related, but a lot less dramatic than prior mingles.
On the 11th, something about Mossgate Council has changed yet again - but this time, it isn't nearly as disturbing and dangerous as back on Halloween.
Instead of cobwebs and skeletons, there are poppies. Red poppies and white poppies have flowered over night. They cover fields and lawns, the Greens and the forest ground, troop exercise areas over at the airfields, the gardens of the manor house, and even parts of the beach.
And up over the white cliffs of Mossgate, bluebirds flap their wings, flying around and sitting on the castle ruins, and if one stands still for a while and offers breadcrumbs, they'll come over and sit on that person's hand to have a snack, too.
They seem a bit confused, but not nearly as confused as the ornithology department at Mossgate University that can't save itself from interviews - no, they have no idea how that American species suddenly showed up in such numbers and why they're sticking to the cliffs specifically. Jane Astbury finally suggests with some exasperation that maybe they're just doing a music-themed tour of Europe, and could they please let her staff and students teach and study in peace?
Characters: Open!
Note: This is intended to be a very relaxed mingle to give people a bit of a breather. It is plot-related, but a lot less dramatic than prior mingles.
On the 11th, something about Mossgate Council has changed yet again - but this time, it isn't nearly as disturbing and dangerous as back on Halloween.
Instead of cobwebs and skeletons, there are poppies. Red poppies and white poppies have flowered over night. They cover fields and lawns, the Greens and the forest ground, troop exercise areas over at the airfields, the gardens of the manor house, and even parts of the beach.
And up over the white cliffs of Mossgate, bluebirds flap their wings, flying around and sitting on the castle ruins, and if one stands still for a while and offers breadcrumbs, they'll come over and sit on that person's hand to have a snack, too.
They seem a bit confused, but not nearly as confused as the ornithology department at Mossgate University that can't save itself from interviews - no, they have no idea how that American species suddenly showed up in such numbers and why they're sticking to the cliffs specifically. Jane Astbury finally suggests with some exasperation that maybe they're just doing a music-themed tour of Europe, and could they please let her staff and students teach and study in peace?
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The day being off, she and her wife have brought their younger children up here, and later they'll go into town and do some shopping. For now, though, she has a moment to say hi to people as the kids run wild and Janice already found someone to talk to.
So when she spots Walter, she wanders over towards him for a chat.
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"I'll say," he replies, once he recovers.
"I heard Astbury's statement, but... would you say this is like the spiders, then?"
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"It's a lot nicer, though."
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Though that didn't mean they couldn't do damage, if provoked...
"I'm almost afraid to ask what could come next, though."
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Not that I wouldn't rather have birds than spiders." She looks out over the cliffs, her eyes finding a bird and losing it again, rinse and repeat. "I guess if it continues like this, at least it isn't getting creepier?"
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"Yes, though it's still only two datapoints."
Not that he didn't want the trend to hold, either.
"Or it might just stop." Though he sounds dubious - and he winces when his voice doesn't sound all that low for a second.
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She laughs. "So if the bluebirds came to eat the spiders, does that mean we're getting large birds of prey or sneaky land predators next?"
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"A plague of cats? No, wait, plague might be the wrong word, there."
They might not even notice! ... Okay, he's kidding himself on that one.
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Well, that dog probably would, but... she still can't quite wrap her head around there being a dog on the network that one can talk to.
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"... This would be a bad time for a rabies breakout, though - but neither of these happenings seem to be going in that direction."
The spiders hadn't been seeking out humans to bite, after all.
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I can't believe there's a numbered dog now."
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Walter shifts, feeling at least a little awkward.
"Not everyone's getting memories of people who were human, either."
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"Yes. Not just me, either."
Though it's not his right to reveal what the others are going through; not without their permission.
"But, apart from two I can think of offhand, no one's getting memories of the same kind of nonhuman, either."
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"What kind of non-human memories are you getting?"
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There, now he's said it.
Possibly not for the first time, but that's neither here nor there..."It didn't feel like there was any sort of programming involved, just that it was- complex enough, to develop on its own? And then it met someone-"
Caitlin.
"Who learned how to communicate with it, showed it what the world looked like, what it looked like. Most of the memories so far have been actual videos that she was watching."
He manages a wry smile.
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If Nel had been right and he'd been a ghost, how would he have been able to interact with a computer? Stories combining tech and ghosts are a bit less consistent on that point.
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