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Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.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

[heartsink]

My point stands. You were doomed to disappointment from the start.

[mathematician]

Your self-loathing isn't as funny as you think.

[heartsink]

What makes you think I'm trying to be funny?

[mathematician]

A feeling that you're the bitter type that tries to turn something like that into something amusing, gaining sympathy, as an intentionally ploy. Or not. I'm a mathematician, not a psychologist.

[heartsink]

Yes. It's very obvious that you're not that kind of person at all.

[mathematician]

You sound disappointed.

[heartsink]

You're also not very good at reading tone.

[mathematician]

[A...pause...]

No. I'm not.

[heartsink]

Even as complex as they are, numbers are much easier for you to understand than people.

[mathematician]

[No response.]

[heartsink]

[ welp ]

[mathematician]

You're not wrong.

[heartsink]

As harsh as it may sound, I didn't think I would be.

[mathematician]

It's not harsh. I've always known that I feel that way.

[heartsink]

It's not a bad thing, on its own.

[ if he'd been a psychologist, he probably wouldn't have made the team of critical personnel on the moon. ]

But you should be more careful with the snap judgments.

[mathematician]

I probably should be.

[That doesn't mean he will be.]

[heartsink]

It has my highest recommendation.

[ she sees that indecisive language. ]

[mathematician]

It'll add a post-it note.