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thecapitol2013-12-09 07:18 pm
neclectus) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-09 07:18 pm
Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eva salazar,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ julie grigio,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ timaeus nadir
People In Glass Houses...
Who | Timaeus Nadir and guests
What | Timaeus is hosting a picnic get-together/catch-up.
Where | The picnic will be taking place in the Tropical Habitat Dome.
When| We'll be using a bit of wibbly time so that people who want to attend can.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
(This is an opportunity for me to make some new CR as well as catch up with ongoing relationships, but I also want to encourage tagging around between characters! Feel free to do whatever you like in the setting with whoever you like! Also I will be backtagging this so don't feel you've missed the boat if you haven't tagged in immediately <3)
Timaeus certainly knew how to organise a gathering- even if it wasn't an outrageously opulent celebration to be held on one of his own yachts. This one was to be held under the expansive dome of the Tropical Habitat- the entire location rented out for the day to Timaeus and his guests, a loosely private affair- formal invitations as such hadn't been extended, but those welcome knew they were. Naturally, all tributes and victors were included in this group.
The Dome was a beautiful piece of architecture in itself, though antiquated when compared with the technology used for the Arenas. Rather than invisible forcefields, the climate of the interior was separated from the outside by elaborately curving steel and glass. Inside, tropical plants of all types thrived- there was a still, green pond and, deeper inside, a cascading waterfall. Butterflies in hundreds of colours, sizes and shapes flitted about, tropical birds swooped between the trees, brightly coloured fish darted in the water.
Blankets and cushions had been scattered in the main clearing with hampers of food, but there was plenty of space for the guests to break away from the gathering if they so desired- the dome was full of winding paths through the greenery- some even climbing around the trunks of the largest trees and leading to viewing platforms above. In a temporary gazebo in the clearing, a string quartet played music that wasn't quite the classical pieces Tributes were familiar with.
Timaeus himself seemed in a brighter mood than he had been for months, more than happy to make conversation with anyone who approached him- though he was certainly keeping an eye open for particular individuals. Some that he'd met, some that he'd lost and had returned to him, and others still that he had yet to meet.
What | Timaeus is hosting a picnic get-together/catch-up.
Where | The picnic will be taking place in the Tropical Habitat Dome.
When| We'll be using a bit of wibbly time so that people who want to attend can.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
(This is an opportunity for me to make some new CR as well as catch up with ongoing relationships, but I also want to encourage tagging around between characters! Feel free to do whatever you like in the setting with whoever you like! Also I will be backtagging this so don't feel you've missed the boat if you haven't tagged in immediately <3)
Timaeus certainly knew how to organise a gathering- even if it wasn't an outrageously opulent celebration to be held on one of his own yachts. This one was to be held under the expansive dome of the Tropical Habitat- the entire location rented out for the day to Timaeus and his guests, a loosely private affair- formal invitations as such hadn't been extended, but those welcome knew they were. Naturally, all tributes and victors were included in this group.
The Dome was a beautiful piece of architecture in itself, though antiquated when compared with the technology used for the Arenas. Rather than invisible forcefields, the climate of the interior was separated from the outside by elaborately curving steel and glass. Inside, tropical plants of all types thrived- there was a still, green pond and, deeper inside, a cascading waterfall. Butterflies in hundreds of colours, sizes and shapes flitted about, tropical birds swooped between the trees, brightly coloured fish darted in the water.
Blankets and cushions had been scattered in the main clearing with hampers of food, but there was plenty of space for the guests to break away from the gathering if they so desired- the dome was full of winding paths through the greenery- some even climbing around the trunks of the largest trees and leading to viewing platforms above. In a temporary gazebo in the clearing, a string quartet played music that wasn't quite the classical pieces Tributes were familiar with.
Timaeus himself seemed in a brighter mood than he had been for months, more than happy to make conversation with anyone who approached him- though he was certainly keeping an eye open for particular individuals. Some that he'd met, some that he'd lost and had returned to him, and others still that he had yet to meet.
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"Neither am I, admittedly. But you're right--that would have to be one of the very few explanations." Replicators and teleporters, as well as the necessary power sources, would be too bulky, not to mention if they'd stripped down all the other Tributes like they had him they'd have nowhere to hide the thing.
"At least the last time I was pulled into another world, it made some semblance of sense." It was still terrible, but the mirror universe had at least had the decency to obey the laws of physics.
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The last time.
"Explain." He said, soundly, almost a demand until he remembered the endless times that he had been admonished by John for doing exactly what he was doing. Seemingly remembering himself, he frowned, shifted, and said: "Until I was brought here, I was under the impression that such travel was completely impossible."
He didn't quite find the manners to say that the perspective would be helpful.
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Julian cast his mind back to the trip through the wormhole, to the other, darker universe. It wasn't exactly a pleasant memory, but they'd survived, and he'd been through worse in the interim. Just nothing quite so personal.
"We were in a shuttle--a spacecraft--traveling through a wormhole, when there was a technical glitch that caused us to come out the other side in a parallel universe to our own. For the brief explanation."
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"The brief explanation will have to suffice. For now," He ammended, because he really wasn't a physicist, (didn't even know how many planets there were in the solar system, let alone what their names were), but he would study it in quite a lot more depth if it offered a chance to get home. "Presumably you were able to return to your own universe?"
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Julian could possibly explain it, but in a way that was understood? No, probably not. Not without getting into a brief overview of physics as understood by 24th century standards, which would end up not being brief at all. Best to just leave it to basics.
"Hardly something practical for this situation. For one, the wormhole that allowed the crossover in the first place is about 60 light years away from Earth." Assuming they were even on Earth, there were so many variables that he couldn't say for certain.
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"Not exactly practical, no," he agreed, musing lowly. "But at least it proves it can be done." A pause, a glance. "In your universe, and those linked to it, anyway." Who knew if Julian's world had different laws of physics than his did.
"I am not usually a man to bank on hope, but after nearly a year in this place, I'm inclined to take what I can get."