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[the_array_team]

- Yeahyeah, ya got it but til then this'll do.

[The video feed kicks in and sets to record mid-message. The closer of the two men turns to the screen, fixing the camera with an irritable look.]

Any a' ya Transports planning on missions anytime soon and likes all of yer limbs attached, report t'the Pad for a rescan.

[And in this moment, Lowell, the further of the two scientists (although really, he’s an engineer specifically) interjects.]

Transporter. Just say Transporter. I don’t want everyone calling it The Pad. That’s the worst name. And you didn’t explain why either.

[Lowell takes a few steps closer, in full Explanation Mode.]

We need to recalculate each of your individual weights and density, for the Temporal Programmers. Without it, you’ll wind up being transported mid-way through a large boulder or something. So we’re not just saying this for the sake of being difficult.

[And now that he’s done, he goes back to what he was doing, completely ignoring the video feed. Vennett rolls his eyes.]

Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.

[And with just that, the feed snaps off.]



[For those who do report, the transport pad sits, powered down at the moment, with several of the access panels behind the platform are opened or removed entirely. Vennett sits in a folding chair in front of one of the computer displays. At his feet is a box of tools, and in hand is a strange black device. He doesn't look all that pleased to see you.

Lowell sits at a computer desk in the same room, ready to get the right calculations of the Transports as they step onto the Transport Pad. And while he isn’t really enthused at the idea of being here, he’s also a lot less miserable looking than Vennett. Maybe that makes him more approachable? Good luck.]



((OOC: NOTE: This is an intro for two of the new NPC characters. Come meet them! Handwaving having either done the scan or declined offscreen is totally fine. THIS IS NOT A MANDATORY EVENT.))

Comments

[the_array_team]

[Vennett accepts, taking in the scent before a small sip.]

Well, y'know yer way around the basics at least. [It's ALMOST a compliment as he turns to get ready for the next data capture.]

... Oi, Lowell, got a note on this one. We'll probably need a second scan on this one, mass is too different dependin' on form.

[senseandcecilbility]

Thank you, s---

[A second scan. What the heck is a second scan?

Though, confusion aside, Kevin knows exactly what they mean. Mass is too different depending on form. No, no, no. This is the opposite of what he wants.

But what about Rosette and her crazy plan.

He hesitates, and then steps onto the abomination. He doesn't even ask whether it is going to hurt or not.]

[mathematician]

It's not going to hurt,

[Lowell says, but no, he's not telepathic. He just knows that it's a fear people have, especially with the look Kevin is giving them both right now, whether he knows it or not.]

Three. Two. One.

[And in ten seconds, it's done. However, Lowell doesn't move away from his panel, or tell Kevin it's alright to move away.]

What was that about a second form?

[the_array_team]

Got it. Ready for the alternate set.

[Vennett casts a glance back over his shoulder, otherwise utterly impartial.]

Wings out.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[He has the look of someone who has been told to undress.

In the middle of an elderly care home for particularly old ladies. Right after an exceptionally fierce bingo match.]

[mathematician]

We already know. It's on the page in front of me, right now. Black and white. "Has wings." Don't get embarrassed now.

[It takes a minute for Lowell to not be so snippy, remember that this guy was actually polite.]

... We won't tell anyone.

[the_array_team]

[The answer from this side of the room probably isn't so much in the grunt of agreement, but in the appreciative second sip of coffee.]

1/2

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, this is certainly awkward.]

I-I regret to say your information is a tad imprecise, sir.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He unfolds his single wing, dropping his human form as if it was nothing but a veil. An angelic seal briefly forms on the ceiling, and holy light spreads all over the room, as if Kevin was himself the center of a divine supernova.

Needless to say his measurements are complete off the charts, though it is true that the collected data might help future scientists solve an old dispute.]

and then having only 3 icons was horrible

[mathematician]

[Well that's... something. Kind of breath-taking, really, and Lowell isn't sure what to say in return. It's blinding, and presses the button regardless, although he's not even thinking of doing it. It's a completely subconscious effort, and he probably won't stop gaping until Kevin transforms back.]

Or none of the right ones

[the_array_team]

[This particular detail certainly... wasn't on record, and more than enough to overlook the simple singular wing. Staring as well, almost frozen, it takes him a second, even after it to turn frantically back to his console to make sure all of the numbers recorded.]

Oh no, never enough icons ;;

[senseandcecilbility]

[Meanwhile, the angel has crossed the stage of embarrassment and reached that stage in which he is crossing his arms and wondering why those two are taking so damn long. Being Uriel always puts him in a slightly smite-ish mood].

[mathematician]

[And Lowell's done on his end, still gaping but at least trying to form words this time.]

D-Done.

[the_array_team]

[It takes longer over here. He actually has to redirect the data, opening a different stack on the server entirely to make sure that the sheer amount of it was captured in full. It's only when Data Transmission Complete. File Verified 100% flashes on the bottom of the readout that he even thinks of turning around, completely flabbergasted.

And then without a comment, turns back and adds the following note to the angel's profile: See details prior to rescan.

He'll get back to that later.]

... Done.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He is back to his Kevin Cecil form even before Vennett finishes speaking. Well, that was...awkward. He doubts humans will make complete sense of the data they managed to collect. Heaven, after all, will always remain ineffable, which is almost like cheating, except that God never cheats. ]

I hope you enjoy your coffee.

[Neither of the technicians seems particularly interested in religious exhalation, so coffee it is.]

[mathematician]

We will. I'm sure.

[Which is an awkward thing to say, but he's feeling awkward and out of the RIGHT things to say, so it fits. He's settled back to his normal self a little, and clears his throat.]

You can leave now. Thank you.

[the_array_team]

[In the mean time, Vennett has reopened the file and is shifting through it.]

Holy shit...

[mathematician]

Yeah. I know.

What's it say about him? I didn't actually have the file in front of me.