outer_divide | [Audio] Friday, Week 52

I could bring you a blanket
If that's any help

That would be helpful, thank you.

[She just got called a nudist by a damn robot, she'll take whatever help she can get]

Is it a long way for you to walk?

It will only take a few minutes to get there.

Perfect. Thank you.

I will be there soon!

[ And he does arrive within a few minutes; blanket folded carefully and held in his arms. When he tries to fly into the ship he's startled when the wind goes still and he's left to crash into the ground somewhat painfully, letting out a small yelp as he does so.

He'll take a moment to reorient himself - to try and not panic over the sudden silence - and pick up the blanket he's brought; dusting it off and carefully folding it once more.

While he doesn't seem to have any of his abilities at the moment, Akito still works under the assumption that he maintains his invisibility, and so doesn't bother calling out for the woman he's come to aid. ]

[There are soft footsteps coming from somewhere. Either help or someone sneaking up on her. Either way, good to acknowledge.]

Hello?

[ Akito nearly drops the blanket again in surprise... But they couldn't be acknowledging him, could they? He decides he may as well respond - just to see! ]

...Hello?

[The voice sounds familiar enough. The poor kid is young, he's probably just shy]

Akito, is that you? I'm in here.

[ It's at this point that Akito can't help but let out a small laugh - how could he have forgotten, after all? Inara was one of the few that could see him. ]

Miss Inara? I've brought you a blanket.

[There he is, laughing to himself. What a strange kid.]

Thank you. I don't suppose you know how long I've been gone?

[ Nudity isn't something that phases him (unless you happen to be a cute boy) and so he hurries over to hand Inara the blanket without a fuss. ]

Ah... I didn't realize you had gone.

[It's actually a good thing because it means that she probably wasn't murdered.]

It happens.

[She's used to wearing dresses that start out as one rectangular piece, so she wraps the blanket around herself without much fuss]

Your arm looks better.

My...

[ oh. oh. right. his arm. from ... a while ago. ]

It healed fast, once I was back to normal.

That's good.

[She still isn't really sure about this spirit thing.]

Do you want me to bring this back to you?

[She can't resist. It's Inara, who is gorgeous, and now apparently naked. Teenager with ulterior motives, go. Even better, she's not far off, since she'd just been in the ship a few hours ago.]

I could bring you something. I'm still down in the Old City, so it won't take me long to get up there.

Thank you. I'm still in the room with the pods.

I'll be there quick.

[There's a slightly cocky grin in her voice before she signs off. She stops off only long enough to grab a spare pair of pants and tunic from a depot down in the city, and then she's running up the mountain path. She knows it well, and nobody can outrun her, so it doesn't take her long at all to get there.

Then it's just finding the right pod chamber.]

[The approaching footsteps don't sound like the shuffling gait of that ridiculous 'bot, so hopefully this is Haruka. Or Akito. Or anyone who won't immediately start yelling about nudists. It's been a long day.]

I'm in here.

[That's helpful. Haruka spins around, having been about to enter the pod chamber directly across the hall from that one, and trots on in. She even keeps her eyes up once she spots Inara. (Mostly). She does not, however, blush as many teenaged lesbians might. She's perfectly used to gorgeous female bodies, thank you.]

Hello! This may not be to your size, but they do not have many options at the depot.

[She holds up the folded bundle of pants, shirt, and brief-type underwear, making her way through the field of metal containers towards the lovely lady.]

[Inara walks forward to meet her, accepting the bundle gratefully.]

I don't think that I can afford to be very picky right now. Thank you.

[She's never actually worn pants in her life, so this should be interesting.]

[Briefly arrested by moving hips, but only briefly. Haruka hands it over, coughs lightly, and grins.]

Glad to help out where I can. Guess you've been out of it for a while-- what's the last thing you remember?

[Inara catches the reaction, but just smiles slightly and averts her eyes. She remembers being young. She starts dressing while talking.]

I was walking home from the shop, but that probably doesn't help you much. I don't remember coming back here, but I don't remember getting home, either.

It was . . . maybe a week after that strange message from the Oracle.

[Isn't Inara a nice person? She's really a nice person. And a nice-looking person. Haruka politely turns about, but only about three-quarters of the way, since Inara doesn't seem to mind a little peak here and there.

The peeking turns into looking over her shoulder fully her, though, at the timing, with all interest in lovely women's bodies gone and all soldierly bearing back.]

Ohoho.

[There isn't all that much humor in that chuckle. What's there is pretty black.]

Then you missed all the excitement... the marketplace was attacked by monsters made out of bone. Many, many people died.

[Inara manages a bleak smile herself.]

I missed the attack on the market, but I heard about it.

[Not to mention that it had prompted her doctor to publicly announce that he wanted to cut everyone up.]

I meant the next message, the one where she said she was a construct and had fixed the . . . temporal thing.

[Haruka frowns a bit at that, trying to work out the time in her mind-- then she gives it up as not important and shakes her head soberly.]

Ah, well. You missed less, then. People coming back from the dead in droves, and many others... not. And a mountain collapsing. There was that. Also, I have spoken with the AI here, Salvation, and I think I may know something more important about our fox.

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[A mountain collapsing? The AI was awake? She'd missed more than she'd thought.]

I see. I spoke with our friend about him, before this happened. His suspicions are the same as ours, and he can get us into a better library.

[She eyes herself critically. She looks like a man and has no idea whether these pants actually fit her or not, but it will do.]

Presentable? You can tell me about him on the way back.

I have been looking online, but not finding much. If there is somewhere better to look, I would like to see it.

[She looks Inara up and down, this time openly since there's clothing involved, and grins.]

You will always be presentable. But you look fine. The fit is not perfect, but it does what it needs to. Here.

[She tosses her a pair of soft-soled shoes meant for various sizes of feet, then jerks her head back towards the exit.]

I'll walk you back.

[Inara is intensely grateful for the shoes, since she walked back in silk slippers the first time. She slips them on and follows.]

I have to make an appointment, but I can see if he'll let you come with me. If things like this keep happening, it would be better to have more than one set of eyes in there, I think.

[The ship makes her nervous enough that it probably shows. She hasn't even been up here since her arrival, and part of her is expecting wraiths and Roland-controlled murderers around every corner.]

[Haruka is used to danger, in general, though she's also used to it while being able to transform. Right now, though, she walks close enough to Inara to brush shoulders now and then-- her version of a protective reassurance. Inara might not be a warrior, but no matter what outfit she might be wearing, Haruka is.]

I would like that. To come with you when you go, I mean. As for the guy-- he does have mind control. He permanently overwrites neurons. And his name is Anthony David Morgan. He may have been part of the crew-- or else a good computer thief.

[She doesn't know the term for "hacker" in English, sorry, Inara.]

[A name will definitely make searching for information a bit less difficult.]

A computer thief - was his name in the crew register? Local legend is that one of the first people from the ship could drive people mad with a touch, which sounds like our man.

[It would also make him over one hundred years old.]

Oh, it does. And it could be from the crew. His records were deleted, some of them anyway, so Salvation couldn't tell for sure. But I think he was, since it was either that or he broke into the ship from the outside, and who would know how to do that? And why?

[She sounds excited, really. It's her first really good lead. Even if it doesn't necessarily lead anywhere good, it's better than what they've found so far, and it can lead to more.]

What if he is the one who made the ship crash? What if he is connected to this end of the reality that I saw when I touched him because he is causing it somehow? Or he wants it?

[Okay, now she's just extrapolating, but she's excited, okay.]

Why would anyone want that?

[Wanting to amass as much power as possible on Verdana, even at the cost of others from the ship is at least something that makes sense. What possible benefit can anyone gain from ending reality?]

[Haruka shrugs.]

Why do villains do anything? They want power, they want revenge, they have a safe reality they can escape to, they want to die themselves and take everyone else with them....

[From the way she says it, Inara can probably pick up that Haruka has fought... pretty much all those types.]

At least with this, we can start making better guesses as to what he wants.

[People here are all so used to this sort of thing, it's disturbing.]

You said you saw something?

When I shook his hand, I got a vision of that ruined future-- remember, the one you woke up in? I saw that. I think he has something to do with it. It may be just that he was there with us, or will be if he was not taken like we were but actually lived that long... or it may be that he is trying to bring it about.

[She shrugs.]

But we have a way to see if he has meddled with someone, as long as it has not been too long, so if I can find someone recently affected, I can prove whether it is him or not.

We have something like that? When everything was happening with Elissa, no one seemed to have anything concrete. If it's touch-based, any of us who were with him in that future could be affected.

The AI only just told me about it a week or two back. She told me how his power works, and that you can see it, when you look at it in a hospital with the right equipment. I... am just hoping our hospitals have that equipment.

[She needs to get in there and ask, really.]

I'll be visiting Doctor Solus sometime in the next few days if you'd like me to ask him. What was it called?

[Haruka wrinkles her nose at the thought of Mordin Solus, but she nods. As long as she doesn't have to talk to him.]

Neauroimaging equipment. And somebody who knows how to use it.

[She had to look that up in English, since the conversation about it took place in Japanese. But she's sure that's the right translation.]

[Inara notices the grimace. Clearly Haruka has already either witnessed or been the victim of the doctor's eccentricities before.]

He's a bit odd, but not so bad if you know how to handle him. And he does excellent work.

The hospital should have neuroimaging equipment, but I don't know how easy it will be to get access. I'll ask him when I see him.

Then I obviously do not know how to handle him.

[Haruka gives a sniff, with that. But she relents and offers Inara a little smile, as they step out into the open air at last. It's hard to stay annoyed around someone that pretty, especially when one isn't even annoyed at her.]

Thank you for your help, Inara-san. We'll find him sometime.

[Inara returns the smile, but then sighs and looks out at the horizon.]

I hope so. I promised Nem that no one else would die for this.

Okayokayokay, you know what? That is it.

I'm sewing a whole bunch of freaking robes and pants and shit and leaving them in a big fucking box on that damn ship. Like, right now.

This is getting freakin' ridiculous.

[Time to go shopping, it looks like.]

This always happens?

Yeah, see, they don't tell you that your clothes don't reappear in the lockers if you wind up back in the pods.

I keep mine restocked after that first time, but apparently everyone keeps missing the memo.

I'm thinking lots of robes.

Shoes. Walking home barefoot once was enough.

Uh, look, I can sew. You know a cobbler? Feel free to hit them up.

[Hey, Pietro's charity has limits. Not very high ones, either.]

That's fair. I'll think about it.

Damn right it's fair. Even if we're talking scraps, this much fabric's going to cost me a pretty penny.

[Audio] Friday, Week 52

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