IC: Wolves Glen Pub

External Since: Aug 22, 2006 Posts: 9

Jason T wrote:
> ((OOC: Please tell me Jack isn't Porthos fitz Empress in disguise.
> Eep!))

((OOC: Goodness, no--Jack's nowhere near as obnoxious! ))

<snippage>

> >"Babs, list the anomalies," Jack snaps.

> "ANOMALIES NOTED:"
>
> "PRESENCE CONNECTED TO SIM, METHODOLOGY UNKNOWN."

Jack frowns.

> "PRESENCE ORIGIN/SOURCE PROTECTED AGAINST BACKTRACE."

The frown deepens.

> "PRESENCE PROTECTED AGAINST ANALYSIS."

He rolls his eyes in frustration. You may be protected against
anaylsis, he thinks, but you sure aren't protected against a
super-magnet if you piss me off....

> "WORKING..."

> >He walks forward, until he's only a few feet from the figure, and
> >begins to slowly circumnavigate it. He studies the figure carefully.
> >
> The figure's attention seems directed at the Sim in progress. Jack
> cannot tell race or gender as yet, because the sleeves of the 'robe'
> hang down far enough that it's hands (if it has them) are hidden
> inside the sleeves.
>
> Closer analysis via magical senses seems to indicate both a genuine
> ghost/wraith and a hologram. Judging what exactly the mix of the two
> is depends on just how skilled Jack is at judging ghostly abilities.
>
> Whatever it is, it feels.. odd somehow. Not really like a standard
> ghost such as Jack has met in the past.

Jack sighs. This is going to take someone from House Thig, or one of
the cyber-knights from Technocracy 2.0 to figure this one out, he
thinks.

> >Once Jack has a handle on what he's dealing with, he'll walk back to
> >his original position. "Sanctum, my chair."
> >
> >For a moment, nothing. Then there's a brief change in the mirror's
> >reflection. The software fades to show a large room, as though viewed
> >into it from the celing. The room is filled with antiques, furniture,
> >bookshelves....
> >
> >It's gone. And slowly fading into the pub's reality is a nice, brown
> >leather club chair, obviously well-used.
>
> ((OOC: That's a neat trick! Little paradoxical, but still a neat
> trick!))

((OOC: Vulgar as hell, but things are always a little easier when you
can take your Place of Power with you.))

> >Jack sits down, steeples his fingers together, and waits for for Babs
> >to report.
>
> "WORKING..."
>
> "PRESENCE NOTED AS 'ASSISSTANCE/DATABASE PROTECTION'."
>
> "PRESENCE NOTED TO HAVE ACCESS TO SIM INTERFACE."
>
> "WORKING..."
>
> "PRESENCE RESPONDS: 'STATE THE NATURE OF NEEDED ASSISTANCE.' "

Jack thinks for a moment, tugging at his lip. Then he says,

"Hybrid display of Umbra and Tellurian. Increase sim speed by a factor
of three, center on Daath comet.

"Highlight the following Earth Prime locations:

"Buenos Aires.

"Lima.

"New York City.

"Moscow.

"Tokyo.

"Bejing.

"Johannesburg.

"Abuja.

"Addis Abbaba.

"Jerusalem.

"In the Umbra, highlight:

"Charon's Gate, Stygia.

"The Way of Iron, the Chasm.

"Lysander's Road, Hy-Brasil.

"The Grand Hall.

"Darkside Moonbase.

"Victoria Station in the Gernsback Continuum.

"Summer Grove Path.

"Mus.

"Doissetep.

Jack leans forward and says, "Go."

External Since: Aug 22, 2006 Posts: 9

Jason T wrote:

<snippage>

> "WORKING..."
>
> "MAXIMUM RESOLUTION ACHIEVED. SAVEFILE INDICATES THAT SEVERAL OF THE
> INDICATED AREAS ARE OUTSIDE OF DOMINANT MORTAL CONSENSUS AND ARE THUS
> RECONSTRUCTIONS."
>
> "WORKING..."
>
> "INTERFACE ASSISTANCE NOTES THAT AREAS OF INTENSE NON-MUNDANE ACTIVITY
> WILL EXPERIENCE DISPLAY DIFFICULTIES. FURTHER NOTES THAT AS CONSENSUS
> BREAKS DOWN DISPLAY RESOLUTION WILL DECAY ACCORDINGLY."
>
> "WORKING...:"
>
> "PRESENCE DESIGNATED AS INTERFACE ASSISTANCE NOTES THIS RECORD WAS
> 'THE BEST WE COULD ASSEMBLE IN THE TIME ALLOWED.' "

Jack watches as the software proceeds with the simulation.. He is
silent as events play out, shaking his head at the destruction of
Doissetep, wincing as the comet's gravitational pull on the Earth
begins to disrupt the fragile sphere. He pays particular attention to
events in the Umbra (as best as they can be represented by the
computer).

As the sim winds down towards its inevitable, painful conclusion, Jack
waves a hand. "Enough, Babs--stop simulation."

The software freezes. Jack ponders for a moment, then turns to the
interface presence.

"Things proceeded...differently...in this record that they did at my
home," he says to it quietly. "Regardless, what's done is done, and I
am compelled to move forward. What do you expect me to do with this
information?"

He looks over at Gregory's sleeping form. "Or the shaman, for that
matter? His world, like mine, is gone. We can't go back and change
anything."