Godular
19-05-2005, 23:26
OOC: This takes place some time after the Triad Consortium completes its little R&D projects and starts looking into other avenues. Further, this scene takes place on the Godulan world of Alitar, still undergoing development as a Godulan Capital World, but even then quite well built up.
The sun finally poked its lazy light through the clouds of Alitar, giving the brand new sheen of snow a modest radiance as snowplow bots swept through the street. A few children lobbed snowballs at each other as they doddered about a small park.
It was, in general, just a pleasant snowy day.
>Pop<
"OH SHIT! RECOVER RECOVER RECOVER REC--"
>SPLAT<
A small crowd quickly developed around the surprisingly annoyed corpse of what appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, one of the scientists out of the nearby Horizon's End University. A light chatter built up, speculating about what might have caused the poor fellow's demise, as Godulan police, always close at hand, called for medical assistance.
His nametag read "Jenkins", and a small badge on his shoulder revealed an emblem that looked like an hourglass with a circle of stars around it.
Medics arrived, the area was cordoned off, and life went on...
until thirty seconds later.
>Pop<
"OHMIGAWD RECOVER RECOVER RECOVER REC--"
>PFFT!<
In the span of two seconds, another scientist materialized some one hundred feet in the air, screamed about 'recovering' and vanished back into thin air.
Naturally, this started conversations.
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"Too... too... too..."
"Too what, man? What happened to Jenkins?"
"Too... HIGH! Our displacement compensation coordinates are too damn high! And its about fifty kilometers off to the east! Jenkins is DEAD!"
"Oh. Damn..."
"He's a stain on the pavement, Magnan, on a crowded freakin' STREET."
"Any idea what time it was?"
"Well, it looked like afternoon. What afternoon it was could be anyone's guess. I didn't exactly have time to look at a paper, y'know?"
"Alright alright, if its afternoon, then it really did go ahead six hours... we'll try to get the compensation coordinates right next time..."
"TRY?! YOU BETTER GIVE US AN E-SUIT NEXT TIME!"
"And a jump pack."
"Geez... how are we gonna tell Jenkins' wife? Do you think we should try to wait for him to pop in and see if we can keep him alive? We could tell people its a teleportation test."
"Yeh--- Yes, lets do it... we've got time to prepare, anyway."
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"OW!"
"AH, MISTER JENKINS, FORGOT TO CARRY THE TWO, DID WE?"
"Huh? Oh... AW DAMMIT!"
Sojun leaned down on his podium to give the flustered scientist a cursory inspection. The God of Time and the Final Arbiter of the Deceased met this type of person more than he would have liked.
"SIX HOUR POSITIVE TIME DISPLACEMENT?"
"Uh... yeah. I kinda popped a ways up in the air."
"I KNOW. QUITE AN ADRENALINE RUSH, IS IT NOT?"
"Uh... we Godulans know about you... shouldn't you be... uh... judging me?"
Sojun huffed out a low chuckle. "NO, YOU MIGHT BE LUCKY. YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED HOW OFTEN PEOPLE WANDER A FEW MINUTES INTO THE FUTURE WITHOUT REALIZING HOW MUCH THE UNIVERSE MOVES AROUND DURING THAT TIME. YOU HAVE MY COMMENDATIONS ON ONLY BEING SUCH A SHORT DISTANCE OFF ON YOUR FIRST TRY. NOW, WITH A POSITIVE TIME DISPLACEMENT, IT MAY BE POSSIBLE THAT YOU ARE JUST HAVING A REMARKABLY TRUE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, AS YOUR COLLEAGUES ARE NO DOUBT WORKING FEVERISHLY TO ENSURE THAT THEIR MISTAKE, AND YOUR DEATH, ARE RECTIFIED. GIVE IT A FEW SECONDS. TIME WORKS DIFFERENTLY HERE."
"Oh... wait... will I remember my death? Or any of this?"
"NO. AND COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY. YOU WILL LIKELY JUST REMEMBER A LARGE NET."
"What large ne--"
Jenkins vanished into nothingness, and Sojun brought out another glowing book, giving the next person in line a nod.
"NEXT!"
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"From now on, Jenkins, yer nickname is gonna be 'Splat'."
"Stuff it, boss. I damn well would have DIED if y'all hadn't been ready. How did you know, anyway?"
"You DID die."
"Uh... I don't feel any different."
"Thats because YOU didn't die."
"Stoners must LOVE talking to you."
"How did you... nevermind... lets get back to work. We know we can do it, now we just need to do it better!"
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This minor RP is Godular's effective entry into researching various aspects of Temporal Technology.
The Godulans only intend to research Temporal Shields and Temporal Power in any real detail, so as to prevent enemy nations from capitalizing too much on the uberosity of their temporal hyperubermegabeams (pretty much a 'just in case' measure). They also intend to study various aspects of the space time continuum such as Time Loops and other amusing plot complications.
The sun finally poked its lazy light through the clouds of Alitar, giving the brand new sheen of snow a modest radiance as snowplow bots swept through the street. A few children lobbed snowballs at each other as they doddered about a small park.
It was, in general, just a pleasant snowy day.
>Pop<
"OH SHIT! RECOVER RECOVER RECOVER REC--"
>SPLAT<
A small crowd quickly developed around the surprisingly annoyed corpse of what appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, one of the scientists out of the nearby Horizon's End University. A light chatter built up, speculating about what might have caused the poor fellow's demise, as Godulan police, always close at hand, called for medical assistance.
His nametag read "Jenkins", and a small badge on his shoulder revealed an emblem that looked like an hourglass with a circle of stars around it.
Medics arrived, the area was cordoned off, and life went on...
until thirty seconds later.
>Pop<
"OHMIGAWD RECOVER RECOVER RECOVER REC--"
>PFFT!<
In the span of two seconds, another scientist materialized some one hundred feet in the air, screamed about 'recovering' and vanished back into thin air.
Naturally, this started conversations.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Too... too... too..."
"Too what, man? What happened to Jenkins?"
"Too... HIGH! Our displacement compensation coordinates are too damn high! And its about fifty kilometers off to the east! Jenkins is DEAD!"
"Oh. Damn..."
"He's a stain on the pavement, Magnan, on a crowded freakin' STREET."
"Any idea what time it was?"
"Well, it looked like afternoon. What afternoon it was could be anyone's guess. I didn't exactly have time to look at a paper, y'know?"
"Alright alright, if its afternoon, then it really did go ahead six hours... we'll try to get the compensation coordinates right next time..."
"TRY?! YOU BETTER GIVE US AN E-SUIT NEXT TIME!"
"And a jump pack."
"Geez... how are we gonna tell Jenkins' wife? Do you think we should try to wait for him to pop in and see if we can keep him alive? We could tell people its a teleportation test."
"Yeh--- Yes, lets do it... we've got time to prepare, anyway."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
"OW!"
"AH, MISTER JENKINS, FORGOT TO CARRY THE TWO, DID WE?"
"Huh? Oh... AW DAMMIT!"
Sojun leaned down on his podium to give the flustered scientist a cursory inspection. The God of Time and the Final Arbiter of the Deceased met this type of person more than he would have liked.
"SIX HOUR POSITIVE TIME DISPLACEMENT?"
"Uh... yeah. I kinda popped a ways up in the air."
"I KNOW. QUITE AN ADRENALINE RUSH, IS IT NOT?"
"Uh... we Godulans know about you... shouldn't you be... uh... judging me?"
Sojun huffed out a low chuckle. "NO, YOU MIGHT BE LUCKY. YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED HOW OFTEN PEOPLE WANDER A FEW MINUTES INTO THE FUTURE WITHOUT REALIZING HOW MUCH THE UNIVERSE MOVES AROUND DURING THAT TIME. YOU HAVE MY COMMENDATIONS ON ONLY BEING SUCH A SHORT DISTANCE OFF ON YOUR FIRST TRY. NOW, WITH A POSITIVE TIME DISPLACEMENT, IT MAY BE POSSIBLE THAT YOU ARE JUST HAVING A REMARKABLY TRUE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, AS YOUR COLLEAGUES ARE NO DOUBT WORKING FEVERISHLY TO ENSURE THAT THEIR MISTAKE, AND YOUR DEATH, ARE RECTIFIED. GIVE IT A FEW SECONDS. TIME WORKS DIFFERENTLY HERE."
"Oh... wait... will I remember my death? Or any of this?"
"NO. AND COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY. YOU WILL LIKELY JUST REMEMBER A LARGE NET."
"What large ne--"
Jenkins vanished into nothingness, and Sojun brought out another glowing book, giving the next person in line a nod.
"NEXT!"
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"From now on, Jenkins, yer nickname is gonna be 'Splat'."
"Stuff it, boss. I damn well would have DIED if y'all hadn't been ready. How did you know, anyway?"
"You DID die."
"Uh... I don't feel any different."
"Thats because YOU didn't die."
"Stoners must LOVE talking to you."
"How did you... nevermind... lets get back to work. We know we can do it, now we just need to do it better!"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
This minor RP is Godular's effective entry into researching various aspects of Temporal Technology.
The Godulans only intend to research Temporal Shields and Temporal Power in any real detail, so as to prevent enemy nations from capitalizing too much on the uberosity of their temporal hyperubermegabeams (pretty much a 'just in case' measure). They also intend to study various aspects of the space time continuum such as Time Loops and other amusing plot complications.