Scene #7773: Secundus: Resonance Experimentation 3

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Arthur Lowell	Arthur's invitation takes everyone, via one of his spirographic Gates, past the desert above and into an interior space immediately. Long halls and blank rooms mark the way in. The main walls, floors, and ceilings are concrete, composed of a grid of blocks or perhaps panels like tile, with every third block featuring a simple square buzzing lamp. Each cell of the grid is marked "1X1M SOLID GEOMETRY FLOOR TEXTURE" or "1X1M SOLID GEOMETRY WALL TEXTURE", repeated constantly. All the main architecture surfaces are a flat, dull gray. At the top of one of the walls, strict, blocky text has been painted on in large fonts declares the room's various aspects: "-9.8M/S^2 'SAFE' GRAVITY ZONE", "DATA NON-DUMP INSTANCE, MEMORY RECYCLING", and "UNSUPERVISED LUDOGENICS PROHIBITED". An elevator takes them down, down, down... Arthur presses a button on its panel labeled "LUDOGENESIS". And that floor is much the same, but like a tumorously massive office complex grew into a city. The holographic screen-windows from before line the massive interior, making it look as though it has a sky. Every building is used to store more workspace, but every workstation seems to have once been used. There are even vehicles down here, old Skaianet-marked smart-cars clearly meant for navigating long, long underground stretches of concrete. NULLBODIES, odd humanoid shapes of varying RED, GREEN, or BLUE colors with full-body wireframe where skin ought to be -- that is, not SKULLBODIES seen before, so long ago -- are found around the streets. Most are at the desks, working away at something with a palpable sense of nervousness. And Nullbodies with odd black or white geometric heavy armor, with strange crystaline weapons of all sorts, both modern melee and modern ranged sorts, are on patrol. The Nullbodies don't respond to the new visitors except in the most bland, silent ways like briefly waving, and basically nothing else at all. Arthur heads to one of the desks, which is stationed near a door leading into one of the facilities. It's sitting behind incredibly thick glass. If one examines the one-foot-thick slab of concrete it's set into, one might find the office within is geometrically impossible, and cannot, in fact, actually exist, since there's at least twelve feet of office space behind the window. The thin, aged man inside, wearing a jet-black suit, waves again to the visitors. His salt and pepper hair is thinning, but his spirit isn't. His desk declares his name: MISTER WELCOMES. "You really are putting the ouvre decompressor through its paces. Try not to blow it out again, you hear?" He invites the others into the chamber. "EVERYONE IN!" He declares. "Then HOLD ON. Like EMOTIONALLY hold on, you don't actually gotta GRIP anything. I want y'all to try some COLLABORATIONS and some PERSONAL FIGHTS this time, okay? Not just the BIG FRONTLINE BORDER shit, I'm talking the REAL PERSONAL ADVENTURES."
Forte	"... Feels so familiar," comments Forte, slightly muffled as usual, as he observes the various features (or CONSPICUOUS LACK THEREOF) on the way in. His hands itch as he floats past the nullbodies. He holds himself back. He made sure to sate himself as much as possible before coming here. Today is a day to focus, not hunger. "Collaborations. And personal fights. Okay." After those five words, Forte says nothing further. He doesn't indicate if he's ready or unready, he just... floats.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia has visited this world before, but last time it was only a visit to a very basic area to see Arthur's brand of alchemy or whatever it is he calls it. Seeing this is all new to her, so as she rides the elevator and follows after the others she is wide eyed with wonder. Though she does have a few comments. "These stamps that tell the specifications of each block...are they really necessary? It gives the whole place a rather...industrial look. Would it be so bad to have placed them so the product details would be hidden? And perhaps a nice wallpaper or coat of paint? If you would like I can give you the number of my personal home decorator." she says to Arthur as they are headed down. She looks at the cars and wireframe figures curiously, then hmms after a moment. "Perhaps that explains the rather Spartan design choices. The people of this world do not seem concerned with fashion or art at all, only functionality." she comments, then pauses. "Or...is it you, Sir Arthur? You did construct all of this, correct?" she adds. At the mention of fights Sarracenia blinks in surprise. "Oh, you want us to fight down here?" She smirks and reaches into her shoulderbag to pull out her signature weapon: a hammer as tall as herself with a solid cylindrical head that must surely outweigh her by a few times. "I am always up for a good fight!" she says as she twirls that hammer about deftly, as if its weight is barely noticable. "Will we be fighting each other?"
Staren	Today's Staren!: She's wearing the battle labcoat over a black-and-red shirt and skirt. Her hair is tied in a long ponytail using her scarf, though with carefully-positioned sidelocks framing her face and a discreet hairclip on the right side ensuring stray hair doesn't start to fall in front of it. Big round glasses with thin black frames, the earpieces just sort of sticking to the side of her head. The BATTLE LABCOAT returns, with fitted sleeves and potion vial bandoliers on the upper arms (2 left, 1 right) and bulky metallic vambraces on her wrists and forearms that must contain some kind of gizmos, although just what is unclear besides some Ominous Panels and holes that could be missile launch ports, or cooling vents, or just Looking Cool. The coat itself is calf-length with a slit in back for her tail and a Concord Orange stripe around the waist, with a black belt hanging open at thigh-level. Under the coat, she's wearing a black turtleneck with a wide, medium-red verticle stripe on the front, bordered by thin white stripes, and a long black skirt with similar red stripes horizontally around the top and bottom. Black fingerless gloves are paired with brown leathery mid-calf-height boots with half-inch heels. As always, the blue messenger bag hangs at her right side, secured to the labcoat and supported by a cross-shoulder strap. She wonders how the heck she would explain that clothes matter to her past self. She always thought people were so shallow and vain... ...But enough reflection, it's time for looking FORWARD! Today is a day she gets to practice operating in Secundus before most other elites. One day, these resources will matter, and she'll have to do a good job managing them. When Staren arrives at the facility, she smiles to familiar faces and tries to do as much of a complex handshake with Arthur as she can remember; she's not a robot so can't do the impossibly fancy and fast ones. As they pass the 'UNSUPERVISED LUDOGENICS PROHIBITED', Staren muses, "Does this count as supervised?" She looks to Sarracenia. "Arthur didn't make this place. Skaianet did. They were... weird. But their work did set in motion the creation of Afterus, so... maybe they weren't all bad..." As the Sundew Princess mentions fashion vs functionality her facial expression grows INCREASINGLY AWKWARD. Eventually they reach the booth, Staren has a big smile and a wave ready for the man behind the glass. "MISTER WELCOMES! I hope you're doing well today!" She gives him a thumbs up, "Let's see what happens THIS TIME!" and steps into the chamber as if it were routine procedure. Staren looks to Sarracenia, "We may be. We're doing kingdom-building and resource-gathering and part of that will involve fighting." Staren rubs her chin. "Hmm... I guess as a Princess, you've got a leg up on kingdom management over the rest of us... Any tips?"
Arthur Lowell	"YESSSSS!" Mister Welcomes is so happy to hear his catchphrase from Staren! "Have a good time in there, Staren!" >Arthur: You did construct all of this, correct? "Naw homie, I DUG IT UP mostly. It's old SKAIANET facilities. Fuckin' APOCALYPSE SOFTWARE CULT assholes. It's AGES-AGO shit, tho', don't gotta worry. I'm just using their LUDOGENICS STUFF." Arthur rambles as they step inside. The room looks blank. More "1X1M SOLID GEOMETRY FLOOR TEXTURE" around. The room's aspects are displayed: "-9.8M/S^2 'SAFE' GRAVITY ZONE", "DATA DUMP INSTANCE, MEMORY NON-RECYCLING", and "/!\ CAUTION /!\ OEUVRE EQUIPMENT MAY BE IN OPERATION /!\ CAUTION /!\" "And, I mean, MAYBE you'll FIGHT ME. But it's-- shit, this is near fuckin' impossible to explain. Look, just IMPROVISE and FOLLOW MY LEAD, got it? You'll FIGURE IT OUT AS YOU GO. I'm pretty sure, I mean, probably." >Arthur: Press the big button!! Arthur pulls out his phone and fiddles with it. A PA from nowhere in particular in the room speaks: "DECOMPRESSING LOCAL OEUVRE IN THREE... TWO... ONE... ACTIVATION." And what happens next is... surreality. Impossible to describe with the words and systems with which we are familiar. It can only, of course, be described with the words and systems of something else. The concrete pulls away. The people here pull away. The geometry of this world pulls away, like everything's expanding. The elites are, each of them, somewhere else -- and seemingly separated, at least for now. They're somewhere new and strange. It looks a little like home, like a dozen things that have fallen out of the current events, like a million places and times that were, long ago, and now aren't. Thankfully, the Elites are not simply there with nothing at all. But that'll be explained momentarily. The PA voice speaks up from seemingly nowhere: "Ludogenic software (HEX SYS 0.7 r14120 'ELITE TRIUMPH BETA TEST') load complete. Module statuses available to read here for Pueblo-enabled interfaces." As for where each of you are... That can be seen through both interface and eyes, now.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur Lowell, after a long trek from his home base in an Apocalyptica zone, has found time to visit Forte. He's intent (in a playful, experimental sense) on ensuring Forte can't expand the Intrusion Zone's influence further. He arrives with the intent to sabotage Forte's influence over the area, rushing in on his rocket-broom and brandishing all kinds of violent gravitational powers to upend the home base! Almost the minute this encounter starts, Forte will find that something surges in the intuitively-felt RESONANCE! Something valuable is at stake, but only if he can fight off Arthur's assault, while Arthur's busy dive-bombing his home base with magic!
Forte	Forte looks up from his OMINOUS BROODING - so capitalized because it seems to be the custom here - and floats over towards the source of the disturbance. "Ah." Forte picks up on the not-entirely-malicious nature of the testing... AUTONAVI SLOT IN - AREASTEAL.EXE ... but still, he's going to NOTHING-PERSONNEL-KID over behind Arthur and attempt to push him off of his broom!
Arthur Lowell	The feud in the skies leaves Arthur descending. Antigravity keeps him from suffering too hard as he bounces off the facility, and his broom swerves, wobbles in the air, and crashes on a far hill. The damage he takes from the slam is...
Arthur Lowell	...Enough to take him out of the fight! Though he might have done some damage, most of his challenge was negated by the quick skirmish, leaving him on the retreat through one of his Gates! Yet, now Forte will find that the surge of RESONANCE provoked by this attack hasn't abated in the slightest. It persists, burning in his interface and in the terrain, accelerating his influence over the area!
Staren	History... backfills. How exactly DID the Union elites who entered Wakened Mirror's freehold escape? What if they didn't? How long has it been... but then, does time have any meaning in Faerieland? At any rate, a complex web of agreements and a sudden power vacuum in the wake of many of the most powerful fae departing the Wyld to fight the order imposed by the blue sun and never returning, combined with the revelation that Staren is half-fey, have put them next in line. Staren quantum-leaps into her alternate-past self. An additional decade of maturity and wisdom make her underestimated. And now, accepting of her own nature, she finds it easier than she ever expected to move about in these circles. She can think in stories as easily as breathing, and among fairies, difficulty with lying isn't a weakness, it's just... normal. She's JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, her moral foibles just one individual quirk among many. She has entertaining stories to spare, from a timeline this place has never seen. Her half-mortal perspective helps her find ways to make things better for the mortals here who haven't been reduced to husks yet... and for the additional mortals who wander in from the border, fleeing tyrannical order to one place it doesn't care to touch. How long has it been? Great and shining towers are under construction, reaching for the twilight sky. Fairies at her direction move out to take territory on the Wyld's borders, extending its influence. Staren reclines on her throne, communicating with distant operatives in a command center that keeps changing genres when no one is thinking about it, be it the bridge of a battleship, a castle with court mages projecting communication spells, a 20th-century war room, etc, etc. Her clothes ornate with iridescent fluorishes, her form becoming more animal-like as she leans further from humanity, longer almost rabbit-like ears starting to spread a bit of fur over the top and sides of her face. She communicates with some local mayor of a fantasy village over the video channel. "Your people will have lives with luxuries they can't imagine, free of illness. We are not bound by the limits of reality..." Staren makes a sweeping gesture with her arm. "...because this is NOT reality! As long as I'm here, I'm going to make it BETTER!"
Forte	Forte engages in the time-honored tradition of farming random encounters.
Arthur Lowell	Staren's current, ongoing Fae Queen thing feels like a startling reversal from old times. Arthur's intent on encouraging it! While she's busy commanding things, Arthur acts as the hero unit. Rocketing about the digital frontier, he's been planting Gates to help her move resources around in her schemes to exploit digital resources, and improving the flow from her fae kingdom to the newer frontier. Seems Arthur's backing the humanitarian (of a sort) interests in this area. It's a long day's effort, but it's one he'll enjoy!
Sarracenia	They enter the room, and suddenly...they are somewhere else! Sarracenia finds herself in a wide open area with no apparent neighbors at all! Which really is ideal when you are first establishing a kingdom. You don't want to have to fight a bunch of natives for the land. Just ask her parents! The princess might have missed part of the point of this, which seems to have been imagining your own kingdom into existence. She was under the impression that they would be building simulated kingdoms from scratch! So, she appears with just herself in her normal attire and a couple squads of troops who get sent off to claim nearby areas. And they discover that Staren and her fairy kingdom are just over a couple hills! Since it seems they are in more of a large deployment situation than a one on one fight situation, Sarracenia heads that way to make simulated contact with their neighbor and offer assistance in the form of trade and manpower.
Staren	There are, at the moment, four independent elites in this ouvre-world... and two of them have declared hostility. Wait, no, only Sarracenia did. And even she changed her mind! Overall, things are going pretty well! With the declaration of peace across Secundus, Staren makes her way to Forte's place of operations... And when he's grinding his way through waves of minions, suddenly missiles and beams rain down from the sky, helping him mop them up! Staren, flying high above, gives a smile and a thumbs-up. "To peaceful collaboration!"
Staren	When Sarracenia's forces appear on her doorstep, Staren responds personally, taking a shortcut through one of Arthur's gates. She's taken to all this remarkably quickly. Sarracenia can see the look in her eyes of one ready to stand up and fight... only for Faerie Queen Staren to be caught off-guard when Sarra has flipped to collaboration, instead! "O-of course! I'd rather do that than fight... I've scouted out some choice resources in a digital world that can help you. I suggest we allow our citizens free mobility between our kingdoms... let everyone live as they wish!" Also, Sarracenia seems a bit confused as to how all this works. "Hmm. Did the... ludogenerated narrative not come up with anything for you? I thought Arthur fixed that... but maybe it takes a couple of tries to attune. The first time, I just Was In Charge of a small magic kingdom. The second time, my..." She rubs her head. "...I saved... I saved someone important, and ended up in a position of power in a magical city. This time, I'm the faerie queen." She looks at the assemblage of leather-clad punks that have traveled with Sarracenia. "It seems you've ended up in a post-apocalyptic world, like mine or Brooklyn's. If you don't... remember something happening, kind of like a dream or a story, perhaps just ask some of your people? I'm sure they can tell you what the deal is, why you're in charge of them." Staren smiles. "Good luck!" She flies down, still full of cheer at the surprise cooperation, to give Sarracenia a hug before flying back to tend to other matters.
Staren	The flooded world is suddenly connected to Forte's territory by warpgates. Staren's exploration and artifact-hunting forces come under attack. She does, indeed, 'come at him, bitch', flying out to the post-apocalyptic world Forte is in and dramatically breaking a staff that unleashes an event monster from the digital domain, a corruption of one world or another's holiday figure. "You said peace!" Now, the missiles and beams are hurled at Forte and his forces. "Why can't people ever just CHOOSE PEACE?! I'm building UTOPIA here! I'm finally DOING it! And You just HAD to get in the WAY!"
Forte	"I'm literally only attacking you because I'm bughunting," says Forte blandly, as he weathers the attack and retreats.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur's working freelance. While he enjoyed helping Staren with her humanitarianism, there's all kinds of complex situations out on the frontier. Arthur's got investigations he intends to do into Staren's work in Staren's freehold! And that means finding where Forte went long after the encounter with Staren, and organizing with him to figure out how to take part in the attack on the freehold! He'll be there mostly to gather intel on the fae courts on his own, but he'll be fighting on Forte's side while he does!
Staren	Staren blinks, "O-oh, right..." Her fury deflates. "S-sorry. I was... I guess I got a little too into it... I... it's getting to me this time..." She looks awkward, "But.. I do want to see what I can pull off..." In the background, the event monster continues to rampage. "...I'm not stopping that, though. Your troops have to beat it fair and square."
Staren	The fae courts are... honestly, the prerequisites of this peculiar scenario that puts STAREN of all people, in a position of power in the heirarchy have left a massive power vacuum she can only begin to fill. There is plenty of room in the story for new powerful figures... and Staren's trusting nature and focus on inter-world interactions and on other worlds leave her blind to many of those whose role is 'evil vizier' or 'backstabber', let alone those who simply aspire to independent power themselves. Staren may not fall for certain tricks, but she's not really equipped to track a large network of political machinations!
Staren	Dammit. This is bad. The Flooded World is more rich in artifacts, but less in organized society, while Staren has let the fantasy village that joined at the beginning... not languish, exactly, but she hasn't reinforced it as much as she could have in search of shinier things to reinvest. Case in point, she already sent one of the stronger fey under her command to consolidate control of the wasteland Forte attacked her from previously. Has she... failed her people? She makes a show of standing ready outside the city gates, surrounded by a horde of big nasty faerie monsters. The Flooded World will have to get by with krakens and the automated defenses accompanying resource-gathering constructs and surrounding the warpgate. Staren holds her hands to her head and shakes it. Fairy-bunny-ears flopping back and forth. Right. Don't get too into this. It's just a simulation. But... could it be real... one day?
Sarracenia	After finding that she is not quite as well funded in this world as in her own, Sarra meanwhile has had her forces pull back mostly to defend and build up her meager borders. However, she does have herself. So she goes to help Staren with that Fantasy Village. Allies are a good thing! Seeing Staren shake her head like that, Sarracenia gives her a curious look. "Are you alright? I must say, starting a new kingdom where I can do what I want turned out to be harder than I realized, so I would understand a bit of stress on your part."
Arthur Lowell	Arthur's spell starts to waver. The PA speaks up again. "OEUVRE DECOMPRESSION HAS EXCEEDED SAFE LIMITS." Bzzzt. "WARNING. AUTOMATIC RECOMPRESSION IN PROGRESS." There's a loud ping, in dozens of places and dozens of ways. It's been about a week in here, but... There are concrete walls, miles high, visible on every horizon, visible out in space, visible in the deep sea. They stretch into the sky and out of sight. They are closing in. Closer. Closer. And now... Everyone's back in the decompression chamber. Notably, any clothing they acquired in their two weeks of journeying remains tangibly real, albeit it feels a little tenuous -- maybe check in at Tomoyo's boutique or something like that. Unfortunately, weapons and armor acquired in these adventures fizzle away gradually over about thirty seconds. Mr. Welcomes' voice speaks up over the PA as well: "I took the tolerance down on this run, hope you don't mind. The pump has been running a tad hot lately. Not sure why!" Arthur has acquired something. Something much more tangible. It's... a book? It's heavily damaged, but the barely-legible name on the spine reads: "Trans-Universal Survival Techniques Vol II". It looks like it was raided out of the library of Staren's fae court. "YO, STAR." He calls over, waving the book. "Had some REAL-SIDE BOOKS in there, somehow. Mind if I run ANALYSIS STUFF on 'em? No fuckin' clue what NON-ECHOES were doin' in there, shouldn'ta been nothin' REAL."
Sarracenia	Sarracenia only freaks out a little bit when it seems like they might be crushed by walls closing in around them. She is shrieking and crouching down with her head covered when she finds herself back in the starting room...and quickly eeps and pulls off the wastelands-style hooded cloak she had been forced to start wearing in her chaotic home base to ensure that dust and debris and flying fish didn't just smack her in the face. She clears her throat and tries to look as regal as possible with dusty clothes and frizzled hair. "Ah...an interesting experience to say the least. It was a bit too real for me though. I...think I am a bit sad that the shark cyborg I met will never find his lost family now. Despite there being no shark cyborg or lost family."
Staren	Staren looks at Sarracenia. "It's... the last couple of times I was detached, but this time... it's harder..." In the ensuing fight, she's able to protect the city, but loses communication from the Flooded World. She sighs. "It's just a game... it's just a simulation..." She takes a couple of deep breaths as the impossibly big walls rise in the distance and close in... Hearing Sarracenia shriek, she crouches next to her and puts an arm around her shoulder. "It's alright. We're just going back to the Multiverse." She's a regular catgirl again. She's still dressed like the fairy queen though, an outfit that includes a red flared-skirted-coat over a sparkly dress and has diaphonous, sparkly-glittery layers. The gunblade that hung at her side is gone, but when she notices (after prodding at her ears and clothing to confirm what did and didn't stay) Staren just summons an identical one, looks at it for a moment, and slips it into its scabbard. Arthur is saying... what? Staren looks rather astounded. "But... that shouldn't be possible! For multiple reasons!" She peers at the cover. "Yeah... let me know what you find. Whatever this means... it could be important."
Arthur Lowell	Arthur scratches his head. "Think that once I can breach REAL SECUNDUS, you'll be able to SEE THAT STUFF. Gonna get to GO BACK AND FORTH, gonna get to BRING STUFF BACK AND FORTH, all that kinda shit. Gotta be some PRIZES to SWEETEN THE DEAL, y'know?" As for Staren? "Yeah, this shit looks a HUNDRED GODDAMN YEARS OLD, I gotta FIND OUT THE SOURCE. 'Cause, like, it can't be SKAIANET. But what thell AIN'T AN ECHO in there? Gotta SOLVE THIS." He tucks the book into his Sylladex. "Holla at'cha boy if you wanna RUN ANY RESEARCH YOURSELF, dawg."
Staren	Staren nods, still puzzled. "I'd love to take a look at it when you're done, but... I don't know WHAT I could get from scanning the book..." After a moment, though realization flashes across her face. "Wait! Get it back out for a moment." when Arthur does, she reaches out one hand (in a glittery-sparkly long glove) to gently brush her fingers against it, focusing on the book, trying to do so while bringing up the ocean of stars at the same time, to focus the thought that Sapient Heuristics created on the book Why are you?
Sarracenia	Once Sarracenia regains her composure, she huffs softly in embarrassment and mumbles a thank you to Staren. She watches all the commotion with the book with a bit of a bewildered look. "Wait, I don't understand. Why is a book so important?" she asks. Then she notices Staren's clothes. She can't help but giggle a little. "I see you upgraded your outfit from that rather strange scientist outfit to one more befitting a princess or queen?" she says before going quiet again to watch the activity with the book.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur hands it back. "Sure, whatev'." He says, shrugging! That absent-minded grin never seems to care about this sort of thing, so he just holds it out, letting her do whatever magic she has now... It is 5 hours ago. "Trans-Universal Survival Techniques Vol II" is sitting in Arthur's sylladex, long after a raid in Staren's freehold. It is here because Arthur stole it from under the noses of a fae court that might not have listened to Staren's orders to turn it over. It is 5 days ago. "Trans-Universal Survival Techniques Vol II" is sitting in Staren's freehold. It is here because certain fae factions know that it might suffer damage, and that it has origins in a highly specific source they have interest in. It is five months ago. It is being recovered from an Apocalyptica settlement, nearly obliterated by a storm. It was left behind because the book instructed the settlement to leave these sorts of things behind when evading an incoming disaster. It is five years ago. A man in a heavy robe, covered in pockets and an assortment of tactical gear, wanders into town. He is leaving the literature behind because he needs something to trade to the settlement for a night of shelter. While he is there, he interviews many of the inhabitants, and examines many pieces of the literature already there, compiling information for another piece of literature. He is known for his work. He is called The Archivist. This book is the way it is because of him.
Staren	Staren stares at visions only she can see. "Wait, but... That's BEFORE the simulations, were there even settlements THERE in the backstory...?" Her eyes widen. "...Someone Real is there. There's someone Real in there!" Staren holds her fingers to her head as the vision fades. "The Archivist. There's someone... traveling around, interviewing people, examining writing, compiling information. He traded the book to a settlement in return for shelter, 'years ago'. But..." Staren scratches the side of her head. "So... is this something that really happened in Secundus, and you happened to draw it in alongside the echoes you made, or... are the echoes realer than they seem? But then where would this Archivist be now...?" After a moment to think, she smiles a little at Sarracenia. "I don't actually remember getting this made, but... I guess it's what I imagined a fairy queen wearing?" She looks down at the gloves, and the front of the coat and dress, and brushes her fingertips over the hilt of her weapon. "Except this. I guess in that... timeline? I learned to use it, instead of just keeping it on a shelf." She looks back to Arthur, to see if he has anything to say about the book, its impossibility, or the Archivist.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur squints at the book, scratching his head, then back at Staren. "Someone real in there? I mean, I was trying to draw echoes off Secundus, but... Man, I only know a couple people who could'a gone there, and like..." He gestures vaguely. "All of them are fucked up aliens." He examines the book more closely... "The Archivist... Well, a name helps. I'mma get up in Skaianet records or whatever, track that down if I can. Maybe Welcomes can get me a hand." "I'mma keep ya up-to-date, yo. For now, though, I guess, peace? I gotta bounce, got some bug-fixin' to do on this biz, then I'm gonna set it on breaching properly."