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nightlogs2023-09-02 01:51 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-02 01:51 pm
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lab log first edition
Who: Miggy and YOU
What: Constructing a lab out of rubber bands and paper clips
Where: A hidden away upper corner of the Pole
When: Post Branch, Later in the month
Warnings/Notes: spider robots
A little over a month has passed, and if Miguel appears to be sparse, it is because he's been hard at work building up another lofty and hard-to-reach cave to hide in. The lab itself was designed by someone who can scale walls and hang from the ceiling without much effort, so the layout is a bit obtuse and taller than it is long.
He has made use of the entirety of the wall from ceiling to floor, with some vertical pathways pocked with holes where his claws had punctured through - he simply re-used them as handholds.
There is a notable lack of ladders or light sources - the guy apparently adores a dimly-lit workspace. And it remains.. a work in progress! For now, it is only closed off by an unlocked door. But he'll be lurking around inside.
a. The Information Explainy Thing
full size
To your left, a chalkboard mounted high up the wall, visualizing some of the data he's gathered from his scans and interactions insofar. If you have talked to him at some point your universe is probably marked up here!
b. Computer Wife In Progress
Much of the room is taken up by around a dozen improvised server racks half-packed full of hardware he must have swiped from a visit off the Pole. The cabinetry is wooden and filigreed, from the stockpiles in the workroom, but the drawers meant to hold computer parts were metal and modern.
It's a bit of disorganized chaos - a lot of long cables were still being routed around to be placed in neat groups, and he needed to find more meat to fill the empty bones of his machine.
It was also missing a proper screen. The laptop at the center of it all looked a little out of place surrounded by the growing electronic behemoth.
c. A Small Friend
Linger around for too long and a click-click may interrupt your perusing! An octoped-like wood-and-brass spiderbot is crawling around, able to maneuver freely on its lifelike legs. It is another half-finished project with loosely arranged wires and exposed joints.
On its body is mounted a kitbashed digital camera with which it took that photo of you! And, seeming to be proud of its work, it flips the camera around to let you see.
Sharp eyes may spot an area dedicated to being a workbench, scattered with several aborted attempts to make something magitech function as intended. It appears this spider is the one that lived!
d. Wildcard!
What: Constructing a lab out of rubber bands and paper clips
Where: A hidden away upper corner of the Pole
When: Post Branch, Later in the month
Warnings/Notes: spider robots
A little over a month has passed, and if Miguel appears to be sparse, it is because he's been hard at work building up another lofty and hard-to-reach cave to hide in. The lab itself was designed by someone who can scale walls and hang from the ceiling without much effort, so the layout is a bit obtuse and taller than it is long.
He has made use of the entirety of the wall from ceiling to floor, with some vertical pathways pocked with holes where his claws had punctured through - he simply re-used them as handholds.
There is a notable lack of ladders or light sources - the guy apparently adores a dimly-lit workspace. And it remains.. a work in progress! For now, it is only closed off by an unlocked door. But he'll be lurking around inside.
a. The Information Explainy Thing
full size
To your left, a chalkboard mounted high up the wall, visualizing some of the data he's gathered from his scans and interactions insofar. If you have talked to him at some point your universe is probably marked up here!
b. Computer Wife In Progress
Much of the room is taken up by around a dozen improvised server racks half-packed full of hardware he must have swiped from a visit off the Pole. The cabinetry is wooden and filigreed, from the stockpiles in the workroom, but the drawers meant to hold computer parts were metal and modern.
It's a bit of disorganized chaos - a lot of long cables were still being routed around to be placed in neat groups, and he needed to find more meat to fill the empty bones of his machine.
It was also missing a proper screen. The laptop at the center of it all looked a little out of place surrounded by the growing electronic behemoth.
c. A Small Friend
Linger around for too long and a click-click may interrupt your perusing! An octoped-like wood-and-brass spiderbot is crawling around, able to maneuver freely on its lifelike legs. It is another half-finished project with loosely arranged wires and exposed joints.
On its body is mounted a kitbashed digital camera with which it took that photo of you! And, seeming to be proud of its work, it flips the camera around to let you see.
Sharp eyes may spot an area dedicated to being a workbench, scattered with several aborted attempts to make something magitech function as intended. It appears this spider is the one that lived!
d. Wildcard!
no subject
"The spacing on mine isn't accurate, outside of a few segments where I can personally attest to having outside evidence for it. The base map was put together of Loki of 616. And I added the map of my multiverse to it."
A large glowing blue globe, nearly 3 feet across, expands forward and reveals its contents in a cross section. More than 50 worlds, some with unique names - Gem World, Apokolips, New Genesis, the Dreaming - places that exist outside of any Earth, and between the Earths several zones or waves are blindingly bright. The Bleed. The Speed Force. "We use a numbering system too, so you'll might see some duplicates. That's why I left them contained in my original map inside the broader one."
Earth-0 drifts towards them. There are very few notes, surprisingly. "I'm from Prime Earth."
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But really - standing there, hands on hips, watching the holomap move about him seems to really lighten up Miguel's mood. He was thinking about new frontiers rather than the colossal mess he had burdened himself with cleaning up. Maybe in all this data could be an answer that helps them back home.
He makes the adjustment to the board, adding "Prime Earth" to the Timverse Line taking up its left side. He'd assign it his own ID number eventually.
"I'm obligated to ask about all of this connective tissue in between."
He gestures to the waves between the worlds.
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Notes that it's being tracked by Miguel person-by-person rather than simply creating a map as a standalone (and adding the universe history to the files he's saving about the others, as Tim is doing and assumes that Miguel is as well).
"This one's the Speed Force," he says as he indicates a red wall around the named Earths. "Extra-dimensional plane of dark matter energy that certain types of metahumans can draw power from and enter. The orange voids are the Bleed. Some people call it Limbo. Think of it as... the space between. I don't know too much about it, except to avoid it."
emerges from the ether
Right. Miguel can't really blame him - they were still strangers, for the most part. Though given that he was willing to share all this other data, he wonders why this is the line he's drawing. Well. He'll take whatever it is the other guy is willing to give.
"Mapping out more information on the multiverse is for gleaning a better understanding of it. You already know what my priority is once I return."
It seems to be a question of 'When' rather than 'If'. He leans forward to get a good look at the two spaces Tim goes on to explain, all eyes and ears to this apparently sandwhiched set of pseudo-dimensions. He observes the slow movement in the hologram, expression subdued to something more analytical.
"The Bleed is a concerning name for a dimension." he adds.
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And the when is accepted without question. Tim's multiverse hopped, and always arrived home, even if not permanently yet. The odds are good that they'll make it home in good time.
"I didn't name it, and I haven't been there, although logic dictates I've been through there more than once. Maybe the namer was emo. It's not like the personal interests of scientists hasn't lead to some odd names of elements and species."