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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5640 on: August 28, 2017, 08:02:16 PM »
Truth Seeker's diaphragm made a deflating sound.  He was slightly disappointed, but not really surprised, that Jeffrey indeed thought he was crazy after all.  <As I said, they are not physical beings that we can directly perceive,> he said simply.  He was still looking down at his device, although now his redirected eye-contact seemed evasive.  Tempting though it was, he had learned not to argue with aliens who had such different views of the world than his own.  It never worked, and in any case, respect had to be given, before being earned.

The Cons-fi Reader was still steadily growing brighter.  It was already bright enough that the additional light obscured the glowing figures near the bookshelf that Truth Seeker had seen earlier.  The indigo light, as seen through the screen on the Iskoort's device, seemed to be coming from the walls of the Bar itself.  As though every visible surface was covered in the 'consciousness' energy that the Cons-fi Reader was designed to detect.

Truth Seeker looked up again, listening with interest as Jeffrey explained that the powers were a genetic quirk of his species.  As an Iskoort, he simply couldn't help but be interested in genetics.  Truth Seeker's own physical body was genetically engineered, after all.  <A genetic trait that is expressed differently among individuals?  That is incredible!  How much research has been done on the molecular genetic structures that would make that possible?>

At Jeffrey's words, a wave of familiarity swept over Truth Seeker, as though he was talking to an old and trusted friend.  Yes, of course, he had known Jeffrey for a very long time, hadn't he?  Long enough to know without doubt that Jeffrey would never, ever, lie to him.  Truth Seeker could relax in the knowledge that everything Jeffrey had told him was true.  Hmm.  So, if Jeffrey had expressed reason to be scornful of Truth Seeker's belief in the spirits of fictional creatures?  Well, then, that pragmatic viewpoint must also be taken to heart.

He looked down at his device again, which was now glowing bright enough to light up the Iskoort's features from below with an eerie indigo glow.  He frowned.  Why, exactly, did he care?  It wasn't like the glow necessarily meant anything.  Just a meaningless signal, perhaps an electromagnetic phenomenon.

The glass orbs on either side of the Reader started to glow, too, that same soothing indigo aura.  Brighter . . . and brighter . . . until it was painful to even look directly at the screen.  The orbs were becoming steadily warmer and warmer in his hands until they were uncomfortably hot, but he didn't let go.  Nothing could now be seen from the viewfinder, except for that searing bright indigo light.

Then, quite suddenly, with an audible snapping sound, the device went completely dark.

Truth Seeker didn't seem to care.

Truth Seeker looked up from his now-defunct device, only just now noticing the two new creatures that had entered the Bar.  Another new species of alien, and this one was dimorphic, it seemed.  Yes, they almost had to be the same species.  They had entered together, they were similarly colored, and their facial structure seemed almost the same, with one merely having a longer and narrower muzzle than the other.  The shorter-muzzled one also had horns, but such decorations were common in dimorphic species.

<Excuse me,> the Iskoort said questioningly to Morgan and Julian.  He was still unfamiliar with gender roles in other species, since the Iskoort had only one sex.  His gaze lingered on Julian.  <I hope I am not being rude, but can you tell me which of you is the female of your species?>

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Dino sniffed the air again, as she drew closer to the scents she had picked up earlier.  She hadn't noticed at first, because she wasn't terribly familiar with Andalite smells, but one of the Andalites seemed to be injured.  Yeah, that was the smell of Andalite blood, alright.  There was a smell of Hork-bajir blood, as well, and although the scent was somewhat faded she could still tell that there had been a lot of blood from that one.  Hork-bajir blood, unlike that of an Andalite, was a smell she was unfortunately very familiar with.

She was getting close enough now that there was a very good chance she would be seen, even through the cover of the trees.  So she began to 'morph.'  Her friend, Kiphos (who had been born in space courtesy of the Skrit Na, and was thus quite gifted with alien technology) had managed to augment an Escafil device in just such a way that she was able to regain morphing powers, even as a nothlit.  Well, sort of.  She was still not able to change shape, but she was now at least able to change size.

Which is what she did now, focusing on the human DNA inside her and shrinking down to a much less intimidating stature.  Within a couple of minutes, she was a dinosaur the size of a person.  It made her nervous, intentionally becoming smaller and weaker, but she hoped it would cause her to be seen as less of a threat, and thus less likely to be attacked in the first place.  She hoped.

She wished she had a watch, but she hoped she would be able to judge two hours easily enough.  This ability of hers was a variant of the morphing technology, so there was no reason to think that the same rules wouldn't apply.

She took a deep breath, blowing the air through her nostrils with a sound like a sigh.  She moved through the trees to where she could actually see people.  Which meant that they would be able to see her, if they were looking in her direction, although there was still a few sparse trees between her and them.  She saw humans and Andalites, gathered around a ship, and it was from this ship that most of the Hork-bajir smell was coming, although she didn't see the Hork-bajir in question.

<Hey,> she said tentatively in public thought-speak, just loud enough to get their attention while hopefully being as non-threatening as possible.  <I, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am?>
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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5641 on: August 31, 2017, 11:49:04 PM »
Ardania listens to Mar's explanation, a puzzled look on her face. <Why would someone build an android for entertainment purposes? Does it serve to amuse children?>

Her question is interrupted by Al himself, when he approaches. She stiffens slightly, but his switch to Galard--or perhaps her encroaching lightheadedness--seems to calm her. <You speak Galard,> she acknowledges. <I...admit I am a poor interpreter of the language. I do not have a translator chip and only just began teaching myself. But if you speak slowly I am certain I can decipher your meaning.> She pauses, then adds. <Translator chips are only given to military personnel. It would be nice to understand any language. Think of how it would augment my studies! And I could...oh. I'm babbling, aren't I?> She blinks her main eyes slowly, realizing that her thoughts were getting away from her. Focus, she chides herself.

<Yes, medical help would be appreciated, Android Entertainer, if it is within your capabilities.>

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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5642 on: September 05, 2017, 06:07:12 PM »
"I thought so," Keshin says warily, trying to look directly at the minotaur but ultimately giving him only sideways eye contact. It was awkward. Keshin had no idea why he would know a minotaur, but he definitely had heard those names before. "You look familiar too. If memory serves, you guys got in a lot of trouble."

<<That's about as much as we know, ain't it?>>

<<Yes.>>

"That said, we'd be happy to talk," Keshin says. "Find out more about you. That sort of thing. How are you familiar with the Bar?"
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<Humans are an escapist species by nature,> Mar says with a slight bow. <Like Andalites, but much more so, as humans often have dull and unpleasant lives. Stories and fantasy worlds allow them to make sense of the world and their place in it. Humans turn against and regularly fight other humans, and there is no species-wide government or social system. This greatly necessitates the need for escapism, as the government does not provide all the purpose and fulfillment adult humans need. Neither do they have anything on the scale of your Great War to unite them. And so they dream of false worlds and fantasies to sate that lust. They even dream of one that occurs between Highest. And it is from that dream that I rise!>> He makes a slight bow. <I like to see myself as the embodiment of that longing, in many ways, milady. And by extension, so indeed is Al. He is a way for humans to find pleasure and recreation, among many other things.>

Mar twitches as he suddenly catches a strange thought speech line from a short distance away, along with a notably odd aura that he hasn't detected before. It's definitely sentient, and within the mortal coil, but what else it might be he's not certain of. Not human, of anywhere in the Tree, and so by extension not my problem, no? Although I have had something of an investment in outsiders, as well, ever since the Yeerk-Andalite War encroached on my territory. <You're on the asteroid that contains the Chancel of a Highest of unknown provenance,> Mar responds dutifully. <Highest as in "a god." We call Him the Bartender. The building is His, and we call it the Galaxy's Edge Space Bar. It seems as though anyone from any point in Time and Space can reach it, and from any universe in Yggdrasil. It also makes manifest the non-corporeal, excepting the dominant Highest. Does all of that more or less make sense, minus the superfluous details from me?>> Mar was beginning to realize that most of what he said, even in thought-speech, didn't really make much sense to mortals.
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"Uhhh, quite a bit actually, but I don't know a whole lot about it," Jeffrey says, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. He was a pretty skilled chemist so far as making concentrated serums and poisons went, but his knowledge of the changes to the human genome that had occurred since the Cataclysm were less than encyclopedic. "I know that the whole thing happened 'cause the Sun went flipping weird and got super radioactive, and that changed the genes of the survivors in a big way, but the details aren't hugely important for showbiz." Jeffrey shrugs and grins.

His grin gets a little bit wider when he sees that his twisted little set of powers are indeed affecting the creepy little accordion alien. Haha, no way. I'll have to take this little feature into account later. The **** blue deer only seemed to hesitate for like, what, five seconds? But this guy is gullible as ****, apparently! Jeffrey follows the creature, noting that his device seems to be reacting oddly to the Bar. Jeffrey wasn't sure what it was supposed to detect, other than fictional characters, but it was detecting a lot of it.

Jeffrey stops and then gapes for a moment at the two furries in front of him and the alien, clearly the real thing rather than human hobbyists. He points, squints, and then shakes his head and throws up his hands. He looks over at the alien and goes, "Could be, but I honestly think they're two different types. That one looks like a minotaur, and the other guy's got Mr. Ed for a freaking head."
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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5643 on: September 11, 2017, 12:40:06 PM »
Morgan nodded. "Yeah, we did get into some trouble. Hopefully most of that's behind us now. It's been a few years since I was here last, and it looks like some familiar faces from last time aren't here anymore. Not that I was expecting to see them, but it would have been nice. After I left here I got a job as head of security on a space station."

"I was here briefly before as well," Julian said. "Stuck around for a little while after Morgan took off. Then decided it was time for me to go back to travel. Mr. Ed?" Julian got distracted overhearing Jeffrey at the end of his sentence.

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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5644 on: September 16, 2017, 09:53:44 PM »
Ardania hesitates, stalk eyes still watching Al closely. <Yes,> she says to Mar, though the tone of her thoughts betray...not confusion, exactly. Something closer to incredulity. As if she expects him to be lying. <And you are the embodiment of fantasy, then?>

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Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Reply #5645 on: September 18, 2017, 12:14:08 PM »
As the pounding footsteps draw nearer, Salem's hand inches towards his weapon. He stumbles slightly as he moves closer to the woods. His mind isn't working at its normal speed at the moment, so gauging distances and and the layout of the woods nearby takes more concentration than usual. By the time he decides to pay attention to the incoming footsteps again, he can no longer hear them. He freezes, listening hard, and squints towards the woods in the former direction of the sound. He tenses when the bushes rustle, but all that moves into view is an unusual creature he doesn't recognize.

"This is the Galaxy's Edge Space Bar," he responds absently to her question, still staring into the woods with an increasingly concerned look on his face. After a few seconds, he looks more closely at the creature that's just arrived. Bipedal with a rather impressive tail, armored, toothy-- pretty dangerous-looking, but capable of articulate thought-speech and even, it seems, politeness. Definitely an interesting one. There's no sign at all that he recognizes her as a dinosaur.

"I um..." he begins, then clears his throat. He smiles and begins again, though he's clearly still watching deeper into the woods. "My name is Salem. My species is what we call 'human,' which actually means very little here. This place is a... little bit of an enigma. My associate," he nods towards Ossanlin, "would call it... what, a dimensional nexus? Basically, it brings folks here from any universe it wishes." He smiles warmly, beginning to turn on his 'salesman' charm. "Welcome to the edge of everything."

In the meantime, Al sighs and turns to Mar, even as one hand rummages through the medical bag. He points at Ardiania "She called me an entertainer," he whines. "See this? You did this!" Al finds a tiny antiseptic spray bottle and holds it up briefly so Ardania can see it. He spritzes a small amount on his own skin. He mimes stinging pain, sucking in a sharp breath, followed shortly by a melodramatic re-relaxing of his muscles. "Brief pain," he says slowly, in Galard. He then turns the spray to her flank and lightly mists the abrasion there.

He picks up a dirty, scratched cylinder and pops off the top, revealing an off-white creamy salve, about half of which looks to have been used. As he pops in a hand and smears a layer, gently and deftly, on Ardania's flank, he speaks over his shoulder to Mar. "You're not too far off, actually. I'm not a human creation, per se. Different species, different time, but yeah, you're right, it sort of came down to a form of escapism, depending upon how you look at it." He pauses and scrutinizes his work as the salve cures into a crude, yet effective, flexible field bandage, and dabs a bit more on. "I was built as a companion. And as someone with whom to party. And in whom to confide. An inexhaustible source of positive social energy. There's not really a word for it in this language, but the action's more important than the definition." He squints at his makeshift bandage, curing in the cool air, and finally seems satisfied.

Al turns to Mar and shrugs with a smile. "Not to say robots never divert from their programming. Where I'm from, artificial intelligence allows plenty of room for personal evolution and growth, but I happen to enjoy being who I was built to be." He stuffs his supplies back into the bag and laughs. "Alright, Mr. Embodiment-of-Fantasy, ask the lady if she can make it inside. If she's going into shock a lie-down and some fluids are in order."

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