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Miguel O'Hara ([personal profile] ninjavampire) wrote in [community profile] nightlogs2023-09-02 01:51 pm

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


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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!
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[personal profile] changechild 2023-09-02 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The lab is actually darker than Nyara finds ideal, but not by so much that she has any trouble with it. It's restful after the rest of the Pole. She touches a wall and hooks one of her own claws into one of the holes, considering - and then kicks off the footwear Need insists she wear in the cold where she's spending most of her time, and starts up.

She is not a Spider-person and is much slower and less confident scaling this surface than any of them would be, having to notice irregularities and fit the claws of her hands and feet into them as she goes, but that's a particular standard of comparison. By human standards, she's booking it, moving about as quickly as someone climbing a ladder, with pauses here and there as she changes paths. Some of the tension leaves her as she puzzles a way up - this isn't like climbing the cracked side of her tower, but it's an engaging and mostly familiar challenge. Nyara had liked that part of her day, even if it was also the most exposed time.

Then she hits ceiling and stops. The holes continue, but she can't. Balked, Nyara looks around and down, suddenly uncertain and awkward again, realizing that she'd just gone up a wall with no plan or intention beyond that it was there. Need does not, mercifully, comment.
Edited 2023-09-02 21:46 (UTC)
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a. The Information Explainy Thingy

[personal profile] composinghistory 2023-09-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaskier waltzes into the dimly lit room, humming to himself, without much care or consideration of what's happening inside. He doesn't know what most of the technology is, he is interested in finding out, and the man working inside gets noted but glossed over. Something else catches his eye first.

Jaskier may not be an expert in the subject, but he recognizes a map of the Spheres when he sees one. This particular map is a bit more... haphazard than he's used to, but he can't blame the man. He's clearly working with what resources he has.

Clearly Jaskier has stumbled into the study of a scholar. As a fellow scholar himself, he makes himself at home.

"There doesn't seem to be much pattern in the placement of these spheres. And I can say for certain that you are missing more than a few. Placing our current one at the center seems a bit presumptuous, don't you think? And what do the lines represent-- are those the pathways by which we traveled here?"

Obviously there's nothing more an academic likes than someone coming in and nitpicking their work, especially in such preliminary stages.

His hands are reaching for the chalk and eraser.
Edited 2023-09-02 22:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-09-02 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)

Gwen slinks into the space as quietly as, well, a spider. She's not even wearing shoes with her casual clothes, so her footsteps are even quieter than usual. It's not that she's under any illusion that Miguel won't notice her come in, sooner or later, but she wants to take a look at what he's set-up before she draws attention to herself. She's already a little irritated that she has to come and ask for his help with something in the first place.

It's about what she expected. Not as sleek as HQ, but it couldn't be, here. Not when he's clearly having to learn to make do with the older, more limited technology of this world compared to his.

And, of course. The blackboard. Gwen has an pretty clear idea of what it is even before she climbs up to get a better look at it.

"Already charting out the new additions, huh? Unsurprising."

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[personal profile] gooddoggoddog 2023-09-02 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
When he turns around, even if he was looking right at the entrance, there's a wolf behind him.

(Veil of Mist is good for that. Dodging around someone's sightlines is child's play when you can slow down time.)

"So," she barks, "what's all this for?"
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-09-02 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point, Tim will wander through, just because he regularly does a full circuit of the workshop to see what’s going on that day. He won’t seem to pay the chart any attention.

He will come back, wearing a green body armour gauntlet. He’ll flip open a panel and throw up a holo display that he fusses with, then plug a datastick into the gauntlet and suddenly a much larger, technomagical hologram fills the room with a phantasmagoria of multiverses in brilliant colors.

The full DC multiverse and dark multiverse, another set of multiple numbered universes that may have familiar callsigns to Miguel, and many singular universes in the voids between.

Tim taps at a few, and notes show up. In some cases, he double-checks and adds more. Sometimes, he creates a whole new world and copies the board’s notation in.
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[personal profile] composinghistory 2023-09-03 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jaskier does not see the very dramatic view behind him because he does not turn around. Sorry, Miguel, intimidation doesn't work when he's oblivious!

"Hmm? Oh, of course. It's just-- this is a Conjuction of sorts, correct? All of these people from different Spheres coming together. But some people have been through more than one, and multiple people come from the same Sphere. Perhaps you shouldn't even be sorting this by universe, but by individual, because not everyone from the same Sphere took the same path to get here. Hmmmm-- I'm not sure about that one, I wouldn't commit to it quite yet. Have you put any thought into the organization of this at all?"

Yup, that's the eraser moving up toward the chalkboard.
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[personal profile] changechild 2023-09-03 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Nyara had heard Miguel breathing but his existence had slipped her by when she'd decided to clamber up the wall for no particular reason. She'd come in very quietly. Now she cranes her neck awkwardly to look at him, visibly anxious. Another not a Spider-person feature: she can't just turn around and hang out however on a wall, she has to have at least two limbs secured.

"Thank you. I... this Pole is not a place I would choose to go," she says unhappily. Right. Climbing down. That's slower, for her, than climbing up, since it's harder to see where to fit her claws. She hopes he isn't going to watch her the whole way and have a critique. The thought makes her pads start to sweat.

Need, attached at her belt, has an acerbic, unrelated comment, having caught a glimpse of the board. :You shouldn't call it 'psychic sword earth'. It's not an 'earth' and anyone can just come in and see that thing! Don't tell people about me, boy, I don't need the publicity.:
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[personal profile] composinghistory 2023-09-03 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Jaskier pouts when his hand is restrained, but easily continues moving the other. He doesn't put the eraser down.

"Me? Oh, no not at all. This is all a first for me," he explains as he picks out the lower left corner and starts mapping. "But I did take Multi-Planar Mechanics as an elective and while it has been a few years-" over a decade and a half "-I have manage to retain a good portion of it."

The map he's drawing looks a bit like a medieval model of the solar system, but the rings aren't all centered around the middle, and some "planets" some seeming to orbiting each other.

"This is a rather geocentric model; it's the one most commonly used, but it's generally accepted that the most accurate models are the ones built from time pieces, which I obviously don't have on hand."

A larger circle get drawn encompassing everything, then smaller ones overlapping different Spheres. These are all labeled as "Planes" rather than "Spheres".
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[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-09-03 12:55 am (UTC)(link)

Face still turned towards the blackboard, not him, Gwen's purses her lips and breathes out through her nose. Only then, sure she's not going to say something that's going to get her instantly kicked out, does she turn around to look up at him.

"I need to make more web-fluid. I only have a little left."

The theatre used up a lot more of her supply than she'd hoped it had. It hasn't been an issue so far, since she hasn't gone back out much, but it'll quickly become an issue if she doesn't make more.

Which wouldn't be an issue at HQ or at home, where she had her notes and materials, but she's not as science-minded as a lot of other Spiders. Smart enough to figure it out in the first place (with a little help that, in hindsight, might have something to do with how Peter knew...), not enough that she can remember it all off the top of her head.

And Miguel's the one with the head-start on a lab set-up.

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[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-09-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)

Gwen sighs quietly, but answers, "Sure," easily enough regardless, because as much frustration and resentment as she has towards Miguel in turn, she'll take what reprieve from the sniping and biting she can get. She really did respect him and Jess, back before... everything that happened, after all.

She turns so her back is flat to the wall and her feet can support her weight as she unclips one of her web-shooters.

She's taken to wearing them around, even out of her suit. Not like there's anything to hide here—a dynamic she's still trying to get used to in a place filled with non-Spiders. It does mean her wrists are rather crowded, though, between the two web-shooters themselves, the magic communicator, and the bootleg multiversal gizmo she still hasn't taken off. Up close, it may be a little more obvious who's handiwork it is. Hobie can't be accused of subtlety, after all.

It's on her left wrist, which just so happens to be her dominant hand and thus the hand she uses to offer Miguel the opposite web-shooter. "Here. There should be enough left for a proper sample."

Edited (wording) 2023-09-03 02:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-09-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)

Gwen goes completely rigid on an almost panicked instinct, a reaction that last long enough for him to get a look before she reflexively jerks her arm away. It's a little too easy to think back to Miguel standing over her, backing her up until the grasping pincers of the Go Home Machine could get a grip on her.

It wasn't the most helpless she'd ever felt, but it ranked high enough to count.

"I didn't name it," she snips, voice tight. "I told you. I didn't steal anything. Hobie did."

Anyone else, and she'd take the fall for them without hesitation. In a way, she's still going to: she has no intention of throwing Margo, Peni or Pavitr onto Miguel's fire, here. But Hobie is... Hobie. He won't care. He already quit, and even if he hadn't, he looked out for her even when she was still buying into everything the Society was selling. It's hard for even Gwen to believe he'd resent her for not leaving his name off this.

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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-09-03 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
“I coded it as theoretical when I didn’t have a matching world logged.” Tim pulls up one of the new entries, as well as the legend. “Orange is for uncertainties. Magenta is for flavor text.”

Branch’s world is minimized, and another world is pulled up. Earth-616. From the minuscule sizer of the slider compared to the bar, there’s a ton of text. “Do I need to know where to get the best Korean barbecue on this earth? No. But the information was available, and you never know what might come in handy. I’d rather log the maybes in case another Confluence hits and I get thrown back into the omniverse.”
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[personal profile] branchifer 2023-09-03 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[If the whole nonsense situation has made nothing else clear it's that Branch is stellar at stealth. Kind of a life-necessity when you have to hide from people.]

[So Miguel won't necessarily notice him at first.]

[He notice things go missing though. Small components that are important but not vitally important. Easy to misplace. After Miguel looks for them for a while, they mysteriously turn up again, usually in just slightly a different place.]

[(Branch is enough of a stickler about his workspaces that he knows how infuriating it can be to have something disappear and reappear just slightly out of place.)]

[Or he'll notice them jammed somewhere, like in a crevice in the floor boards where they're unharmed but have to be dug out with a screwdriver.]

[But then plugs start getting pulled. Again, there's no permanent damage. Usually a quick scan of all the plugs makes it easy to see where one has come unplugged and it can be plugged back in. While it's possible to accidentally knock something off a table with your elbow, or forget putting something down somewhere, plugs don't unplug themselves.]

[It's starting to get pretty obvious sabotage is at work.]

[Branch has decided to stop tormenting everyone at the Pole. With ooooone teeny tiny exception.]
Edited 2023-09-03 12:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2023-09-03 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)

Gwen pulls her arm back close to her chest, the way she keeps looking at Miguel wary and distrustful. With the dregs of that shock of adrenaline still fading, she's more than a little surprised he backed off at all.

"And then what? You don't give it back? You do something to it I don't know how to fix? I know you think I'm just some stupid kid messing with things I don't entirely understand, and maybe I am! I don't know if Miles will even accept my help after what I did! But there's things you don't understand, either."

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