On the outskirts of the metropolis that is the Electopian capital, settled beside a small wooded zone the likes of which have become so rare in such a metropolitan area, stands a large yet inconspicuous complex. The grounds are well-kept, appearing similar to a modest park, and the exterior of the buildings themselves are built from red brick and formed into a set of simple, rectangular shapes, each dotted with mirrored windows. Each of these buildings stands between one and ten stories high, with the sizes generally graduating the closer to the center of the complex that they stand. Between the modest skyscrapers, a set of walkways join the upper floors in a pattern similar to a large spider web, thus allowing for free travel across the complex without ever leaving its walls. The main entrance to the complex lies to the south, and is somewhat more inviting than the entrances to the rest of the non-descript buildings. A long walkway leads in from the main parking lot, with groves of flowering trees planted on either side. Their branches meet overhead, providing a natural tunnel for those going to and from the main building. The entrance to the building is a simple arch with "Official Experiment Labs" engraved along the top. Below the arch, a set of glass doors allow for entrance to the complex, and display the anagram of infamy and foreboding: OEL.
Just inside, the OEL's main lobby is anything but foreboding. Scrolled mahogany covers the walls with intricate details, and lounge chairs comfortable enough to use as beds meet all who enter, along with expensive salt water fish tanks, a play area for the kids with in-house babysitter, and several large screens, each displaying the wonders of the OEL's achievements, while conveniently leaving out its more well known terrors. Not far from the main doors, a large desk carved from mahogany greets new visitors, and smiling behind sits.... a Navi? Surely this is just a human in a Navi costume. No, it's a real, female Navi. What kind of trick is this? The light beam shining around her reveals the answer; the entire ceiling of this complex is made from some form of odd, light-projecting material, causing Navis on the network to be displayed as holograms in the real world. While not unheard of, this technology is impressive on such a grandiose scale.
If asked, the reception Navi would gladly show visitors around the complex. Or, rather, part of the complex. Just beyond the desk lies a set of training facilities, where OEL Navis are constantly testing each other in battle. Beyond this is a Navi rec-room, where Navis are allowed to experience realistic facsimiles of famous real-world areas in amazing detail. Next is a similar room for human visitors to experience facsimiles of many of the net's greatest wonders. It's here that the road splits and visitors are allowed to go up one of the taller buildings, visiting floors and expositions full of different games for Navis and people to play together, as well as work-stations for Navis and people to work together. Going even deeper down the main path below, the complex is dotted with laboratories, each filled with scientists working on the OEL's more public projects, and some free for public use. A little farther is the cafeteria and gift-shop, where Navis and people alike can purchase food, or, in a Navi's case, recovery items, and memorabilia from the trip to this wonderful place. And even deeper still.... the path returns to the main lobby. In spite of the OEL's impressive size, only about 10% of it is publicly viewable. If asked to see more, one of the Navis working the area will simply say that the OEL is contracted to do government work, and that most of that work is classified. However, not so distant memory remains of what can come from behind the OEL's classified works....
Special Role-Play Information: The OEL complex acts as both a real-world area and a net area. Navis are displayed via holograms within the building and can interact with their environment to some degree due to sensors in most of the area's objects. In spite of this, Navis are unable to damage the area in any way. Navis' can, however, attack each other successfully here. The one exception to this rule is the OEL staff, which cannot be damaged by non-OEL Navis, and requests that all fighting be limited to the training area. Navis cannot teleport here, and must enter/exit through the main door and move along the hallways like their real-world counterparts. Special permission must be granted for Navis and/or operators to have backstories connected with the OEL.
Also worth noting: the OEL has absolute authority over this network. Navis can be booted from the network at will, or be taken against their will if the OEL staff so desires. This happens regardless of version advantages or powers. There is also no such thing as stealth here; the OEL is aware of all Navis on its network at all times. Any surprise appearances that are not directly okayed by staff will be considered metagaming for this reason. In short: your Navi cannot hide, no matter how stealthy he/she may be.
...ened? Watched, mechanical watches were not supposed to be so strange. And why was his mind fogged so much that he was watching watches? His reply to a project report should have been finished already, in a perfectly ordered world.
The man returns his eyes to the monitor and frowns. Today was... today was... He raises his watch to make the comparison. Today was not either of those days. All told, he wasn't sure if it was even the date noted at the top of his reply. He closes the file, locks the computer, and removes himself to the lobby. Upon entering and noting guests and appointment conflicts, his mouth hangs open ever so slightly, baffled for the first time in perhaps years.
To the overwhelmed receptionist he speaks with gentle persuasion: "Address those that were already here, first, regardless of time. Then ensure those that are late have not already been taken care of, using the manual file only. Those that are early for appointments will be last, of course. HR will send help."And the rest he thinks callously while moving back to the hallways, can rot in their confusion.
Last Edit: May 20, 2015 14:28:29 GMT -8 by Vilicious
“The true hero is one who conquers his own anger and hatred.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
The cute little girl blockaded the hall. Standing there, four feet tall, but with a posture that seemed as if she had the confidence to take on the world’s army and the stars that allied with them. Her eyes were in a serious half-close. There was no worry! All of it was tossed aside prior to coming to the office. The only thing left was a sense of honor that needed to amend something: a mistaken that should have never been existed.
“Do you recall me?” she introduced, “A young woman by the name, Rosy. I had to ask beause…”
The young woman’s eyes scanned the room and the individuals that were there. Certainly time had been cruel to them, but true to the word each and every way. After a glimpse, she made her amateur (but well-educated) diagnosis. With a single finger touching the bridge of her bifocals, she corrected the lenses upon her face and cast the physique of Geminus within her gaze as she softened her lips.
“…you know.” she simply added. “My…’NetNavi’ has a problem.” she had warranted.
A little girl? Too deep in scrambled thought was he to notice her and so he nearly knocks her over in his stride - ...if they wanted... but then... something wrong. Different... tachyon meters didn't...
Dr. Geminus pauses, having turned sharply to avoid her. His face twitches subtly to reach for some default expression that wasn't coming to him... so he settles for a shallow bow of apology as she delivers her apparently typical cocksure greeting. For a moment that's all he recalls, but the mention of her navi brings something to bear. It wasn't all that long ago, but he was barely sure it had even happened. The irritation at that notion slips into his voice.
"Many seem to have problems this day, myself not the least." He begins to move past her, but stops himself. "...Ah. And this would constitute hand-holding."
((The parenthetical in that topic wasn't part of the program itself - I think we had this discussion in PM - it was just emphasizing that the program/PET base size was vast enough to take up 2 of your default program slots.
If you'd be more comfortable with it, you can change it to "Item - PET" instead of Mega Program, with "-2 Program slots, -1 MegaProg allowed" as well as the rest of the effects.))
Last Edit: May 28, 2015 5:49:45 GMT -8 by Vilicious
“The true hero is one who conquers his own anger and hatred.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
“I know…” she sighed recalling her warning, “…and I am sorry.”
The young woman did not take the gesture as an insult. If anything, she welcomed it as punishment for standing before this man again. She bowed in response to his words, the weight of her body shifting as if a thousand apologies was holding her down before she could bring herself to stand up right once more. Her corner of her mouth far from a smile, and rounded to an awkward twist. It was that kind that a person shown just before they were about to admit that they were wrong about something.
“The problem is, she’s non-existent…” Rosetta tossed her head slightly as she tried to wrap her mind around a concept that was going around, “I just want your theory, Doctor. I may be beyond my peers, but I am still limited.”
Rosetta presses the bridge of her glasses upon her nose. Her eyes staring towards Geminus who…was not the best for the sight at the moment. The confusion in every “tick” and all the “tocks” as time went on, it made her a bit concerned. “…I just,” she paused somewhat skeptical, fighting the urge to be humane and ask if he was okay. “…just want to know what is happening.”
The distracted grimace flashes into a sneer, and then he regains control. "All hands internally are either busy or about to be, and you're too young to hire." He resumes his pace down the hallway, and just before he turns the corner to the restricted areas, he stops, assuming the girl was following at least within earshot - "The PET has all of the data you need to find its charge, Ms. Lu." The doctor turns his head and looks her directly in the eyes. He pulls out his ID and scans it blindly. "Remember that it was only the data we were interested in, not the operator. Execute this neatly and perhaps that may change."
With those words he passes into the sterilization chamber and out of the little girl's relentless pursuit, but content that he had left sufficient breadcrumbs for her to one-day follow. The remaining mystery of her case, to the lab, was whether the girl's obtaining such a rare prize was by intent or by accident. But the day would resume itself, as would all its troubles... with the resources of the OEL, Geminus hoped, they would figure out what terrible glitch had simultaneously consumed such a number of experiments and advanced others, mysteriously and utterly, beyond control.
Last Edit: May 28, 2015 6:35:04 GMT -8 by Vilicious
“The true hero is one who conquers his own anger and hatred.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
It was the only thing people notice about her: her age. Brain, precision for the scientific method, and her experience did not matter. It was always stature and sex. The very fact that she was a twelve year-old girl took precedent above all else. The young Rosetta tired of this! She rolled her eyes as Geminus escaped the grasp of her blockade, causing her to turn her back and look to the exit if she was facing an unbearable defeat. Her P.E.T. was taken from her pocket and lifted before her eyes.
“They want their data, fine.” she said her tone bitter, “I will find that anoma-…I mean…Nu. Then I will just make them look at me when I get through with my plans with her!” the female said this while walking towards the exit.
At the exit, walking in, and not noticing Rosetta, was a man, known to most as the NIA Deputy Commissioner. Though the man would soon notice Rosetta, seeing as he run into her and clipped her at a fast pace.
Crouching down to look into her eyes, and maybe help the girl up had she fallen, Octavius smiled at the girl, locking his blue eyes with hers.
"I'm sorry missus, I didn't see you there." there was a legitimate respect and concern in Octavius' voice, one that didn't see Rosetta as a child, but just a fellow human being.
"No need," The young woman said this as her right hand reached to the sides of her bright pink dress. It patted around her body almost instinctively while her big blue eyes met the figure before her. "Well met, my good sir!"
She met most people this way; her size and age were a curse for her brain after all.
By then, the female learned to smile casually, be courteous, and like-so she would take her right foot as it reached behind the left. Her knees making a somewhat graceful bend to convey her grace before she took a full stand and met the figure with a kindly smile. "I apologize, a multitude over. I don't mean to disrupt anyone else at their place of work." her tone dropping slightly in a display of displacement.
Still, she just could not shake this feeling: the feeling of feeling like an inferior child
"Entropy? No." She said as she adjusted the glasses by pressing at the center at the bridge of her nose, "But the term is familiar. I can't say whether the name is foreboding or if it's just plain interesting, good sir."
Rosetta was a magnet for being curious as ever. Her eyes looked to the features of the man as she spoke. It was not hard speaking her mind, it came naturally. Therefore she had more than enough time to cast the glare from her glasses over her big blue peeping eyes that looked for flaws of the individual's features as he bowed and searched for contact. Eventually they made it back to the figure's face as she had heard one simple question that questioned his sanity and his objective with such an appearance.
She was naive after all; not stupid, but the two usually had a thing for meeting in such situations.
"A job?" she asked. Her tone giving away her suspicion, "Well, yes. A job would be nice for student like myself. I am studying at the moment in Sharo U's gifted program. I plan to move real soon to be closer to my brother. He is having quite the ordeal with a mysterious illness and I must keep watch over him. You know, as a little sister!"
She smiled warmly. Everyone like a cute little girl who knew how to smile!
Behind it, she hid her true thoughts: Why would this man offer her a job while no one else did? What was Enthropy? Also, what were they serving in the cafeteria here?
Well, only one of those questions was most important:
"Can we perhaps sit down and talk about it? I am hungry for a snack!" she exclaimed, "Maybe we can talk a little more? I am certainly interested in this job!"
She smiled warmly again. Two times came the same charm!
She was hungry, but not famished. However, she needed information, and that would come more easily when they got into a comfort zone of sitting on their rears and tling rather than rushing out the door. This man gave her a vibe that she could not explain, and perhaps it could be deciphered with a little probing.
"I promise. I won't use up your time, kind sir!"
She smiled warmly...again. She had the gift, so why not use it?
"Entropy is the tendency for the energy in a closed system to spread out across the entirety of the system, in complete balance."
The man smiles as he shuffles a card from his wallet, and pays the man at the counter for his and Rosetta's food.
He takes his seat, and begins to eat a small amount. After a short amount of time, he looks up to the small girl seated across from himself. He stared, with intense, frosty blue eyes, taking in the girl's features. A small stature, rounded face, and innocent eyes - Rosetta couldn't look more childlike, and that couldn't be farther from the truth.
He looked at her for her genius. Everything he needed to know about her he already knew, her gifts matching only one... other?
No, that wasn't right. There was another girl at ENCS, but... Octavius forgot her name. That wasn't right. Octavius rarely forgot things.
How strange, a girl erased from memory.
In any case, he continued to speak.
"Entropy is also the name of a Netopian initiative to gather the world's brightest young minds. We'd like to have you as part of this initiative."
That was what it was.
More or less. What Octavius left out was the fact that it was an organization devoted to building a new world order ruled by the most worthy.
Fascination could not measure up to little Rosetta's excitement.
She sat listening to the man, grateful that he had been courteous to buy her a nice lunch, even more for an opportunity. The way he looked at her filled her with a sense of purpose. Not many could look past Rosetta's stature, her voice, and they easily ignored her intelligence because of those other features. She felt inferior to almost everyone, but not to his eyes. Little Rosetta conducted herself with attentive detail to this man, but had the enthusiasm of a child.
Through his explanation, her uneasiness of the idea of "Entropy" was quickly notified.
All little Rosetta could think about was proving herself. Not only could she do some research, but she could do so miuch more for the people: including her family. If she could recall, not fully, she had done something in her mind that needed repentence. Almost as if guided by this moral guilt, she pressed her thumbs together after intertwining her fingers. With a refreshing smile, she nodded her head and just as quickly responded to the man.
"Yes!" her smile crackled as if something gave her a sudden shiver. Hesitation? That was not apart of her usually. She drew her fingers to her mouth as if horrified by it, but it was something else. "But, if I may ask, with people like me gathered: do you have something in mind that only we can do? A certain project?"
Her naiveness controlled her. After all, she just wanted someone to appreciate her.
Post by Kairi Kamiya on Jun 2, 2016 13:48:51 GMT -8
Why would the system recreate her here, of all places? Why?
True, her existence mostly consisted of scientist's work. That did not, could not, excuse what ran through her mind. Her fears relived, her memories recreated in each second. The horrors endured and pain suffered... Her only seen testament to the screams were etched upon her skin. However the unseen damage, in her mind, was far more extensive.
Courage is not the absence of fear. It is overcoming it.
The slow patter of small feet echoed forward through the pavement unable to drown out her own thundering heartbeat. Her own breathing labored with anxiety as her pupils grew to be larger than her amethyst iris'. Petite hands shaking impulsively.
This is not the same place. This is not the same place. These are not cruel humans.
To onlookers, the Maiden was selfish. Delaying and loitering about, wasting other's precious time. Oh, how wrong they were. For she was fighting a silent battle, brave to overcome. As tears threatened to spill from the pools they were formed, she pressed forward, onward, though the parting doors and into foreboding territory.
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jun 2, 2016 16:28:37 GMT -8
Terror? What was terror? No! Seriously! What is terror?
Whatever it was, the media had a certain way of portraying it: asking the meaning in the dictionary, giving the meaning ironically, and then (in a cleverly, twisted manner) presenting the sight of the Electopian National Combined School behind them with a pillar of smoke reaching to the heavens. The screams on a large, flat screen 20XX screen was nowhere near accurate as actually hearing the sounds of panicking and confused students, nor were the tears even comparable to the actual droplets racing down someone’s face.
No. High definition displays could not capture the emotion, and would they ever?
To young Xenneth Hikari, the feelings were still there. Even now, it caused him to patter back and forth in the lobby of the lab’s polished square tiled floors to the point he counted that peculiar number.
Why such an odd number? He kept thinking about it in order to think about anything else! Thinking about that evenly, composite number was more comforting than thinking about the pain and on-going live broadcast that was on the display. He had arrived shortly, but he wasted not a second running into the crowded official center to find out he was late getting the message across that a rescue team was needed. They were already running past him as he screamed making it seem like he was just as useful as a cup of water in an inferno.
Well…even a cup of water was more useless than he would. That’s what he told himself.
Where was he? That’s right! Forty-eight!
Why forty-eight? Because Megami was doing more than he could right now. She was probably in the computer system finding clues, asking pedestrians calmly with a calm voice if they were alright, and probably gathering with other NetNavis with her strange, uncanny abilities. He was useless here! It had even felt like Full-Synchro was not even vital because Megami made up for it with her own strength.
But where was he-
“Oh!” was that another student? “E-excuse me, miss!”
The violet haired boy had not even processed he was addressing a young female that seemed to walk through the door…or at least she seemed to? He did not know. After all, it was so sudden that she appeared. He was so busy pacing the floors, counting tiles, and….wait, how many were there again?
Who cared! This probably was another student, and a fair one. It was a wonder he had not seen her on campus as he taken note of how her hair fallen to her hips and she seemed to have an angelic appearance. He at least had to see if she was okay.
“Are you okay?” his breath assuring for his sake and her own, “Are you…from the school, too?” his eyes going to the television screen and the "terror" on display as the students still rushed to and fro the institute in a panic.
Now Listening To:: ----- Chatty Ditz (OOC):: ---- Xenneth Hikari from: Electopia National Combined School