Video | 006; Filtering out Ryuunoske

[gordianknots]

[Thankfully, this public service announcement isn't as fraught and panicky as the last one. There's no preface needed, just a moment for Waver to remember to put a filter on the message so that Ryuunoske cannot access it, and he addresses the screen.]

I'm issuing this as a bit of information for those new and reminder for those old that I am still attempting to collect and create a history of this place. There's been significant work done, so if anyone is interested in accessing it - or in reviewing mine and my assistant's notes for accuracy - it is open.

In addition, and more pertinently, I would like to add another facet to this archive: recording everyone's personal histories. Given the plans in mind for all of us, I figure that having written biographies to combat memory loss is a boon, and I can ensure limited access to those files. This can be achieved by either you speaking to me of past experiences and me writing them down, or walking over a draft to my current residence.

Finally, and this I realize is a loaded subject: in relation to creating a history of this place. We were recently shown the deaths of the previous inhabitants. I should like to know how yours died, in as much detail as possible, if you feel comfortable giving the information.

My door is metaphorically open whenever needed at house number nine in the navy district, from 11 until sunset. No need to contact me in advance.

[and with that, he's out]

Comments

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[hyahahacool]

Ah... I remember someone else making notes about this place a while back, that kid got sent home though.

And as for histories.... well, mine would be pretty long. Hyahah!

[gordianknots]

Shame if his work got scrapped.

Mm, I've probably written longer.

[hyahahacool]

It probably did you know.

Hyahaha! I don't know! You'd have to include all the boot camps, armies, and other mercenary groups I was kicked out of.

Not to mention I'm banned from France but... no big deal.

[gordianknots]

Who would want to go to France to begin with, anyway?

[hyahahacool]

Hyahahha! Agreed! You're a pretty < cool > guy for saying that!

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[drawablank]

[First thing's first here - 'do I know you?' Ryouko looks through her notebook for any description matching Waver, and of course finds one.]

Um, Waver, right?

Writing it down is a good idea! If you need help with dealing with memory loss, I can!

[gordianknots]

Ah, that wasn't quite what I meant. I was moreso referring to the fact that the Powers that Be want to slowly erode ours, and so keeping bio-files of everyone would help prevent that.

[drawablank]

Oh, I know! But sometimes knowing how to prepare takes trial and error!

[gordianknots]

Well, I could always use another hand.

[drawablank]

I have two of them!

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[entreats]

[ WHATEVER, HE SAID HIS DOOR IS OPEN, THEN ANGE IS JUST GOING TO SHOW UP, OKAY. Direct and to the point as always. Normally she'd be more embarassed about her cutesy Gretel outfit and all, but whatever, he's seen it before. At least, if he doesn't make her wait outside too long, she casually knocks on the door of his house. ]

Hey. It's me.

[gordianknots]

[The door opens, but Waver is definitely not the one answering it. Instead this delightful blob opens the door with one tentacley appendage and wobbles at her, as if to say come in]

[entreats]

[ ..............

:|

Of course. Moving blobs opening doors. What else is new in her life at this point. Despite the '.. seriously.' expression she's giving the thing, she gives a sigh and a small nod after and steps inside. ]

So, where to? [ Assuming this thing is showing the way to where Waver is.. ]

[gordianknots]

[The volumen hydragyrum happily rolls into the living room, where Waver is camped out with papers spread on the coffee table and a thick notebook on his lap, writing. He looks up once he's finished whatever thought he's needed to get down, and offers Ange a pleased grin - but not before patting the blob like it's a dog]

Thank you for getting that.

[and to Ange]

And hello.

[entreats]

Hey. [ Resist the urge to make a deadpan remark, Ange, resist it, res-- ] Nice blob.

[ YOU TRIED. ]

Didn't quite expect to see that of all things as a butler though.

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[femininetomboy]

I gave you my notes already, but that was some time ago. I'd like to read you notes, too, if possible.

And I'm willing to contribute both my personal history and my denizen's death story.

[gordianknots]

Of course, you're welcome to do so. As for your second point, would you prefer to do so via video or in person?

[femininetomboy]

Both works for me, but I think maybe such things are better discussed offline after all.
So maybe I should come over.

[gordianknots]

That's perfectly fine. Just knock and my butler will get the door. Navy, number 11.

[sneezeslikeakitten]

Man, I would get magically transported to some weird place without my journal. At least it won't be too hard to rewrite a months worth of stuff.

Taking down histories is a great idea. I'll get to work on mine right away.

[gordianknots]

There's no particular rush for completed manuscripts, but thank you all the same. Drop it off whenever you finish.

action

[answerer_sword]

[It is toward evening when Bazett knocks on the door of house number 9. She is just a little nervous, as this is her first time seeing her superior in person on this island. In her hands, she holds the "notes" that she had made about her personal history. Of course, she had left some embarrassing secrets out, deciding that she could add them in later. They are not things that Lord El Melloi might like to see anyways.]

[gordianknots]

[Waver's the one to answer the door for once, rather than the volumen hydragyrum, if only because the mercury is attempting to make a grilled cheese sandwich on Waver's orders. Having not gone out today, the Lord El-Melloi II that Bazett is seeing happens to be wearing jeans, a long sleeves shirt and fuzzy looking slippers rather than anything remotely formal. He looks her up and down for a moment, then laughs]

I think I said this door was open until sunset? You're really pushing the deadline.

Here comes the brain break

[answerer_sword]

[For a good minute or two, Bazett just stands there, staring in shock. She always believed that the Lords of the Association would radiate a sort of austere grace no matter what the circumstances. Right now, that notion has more or less crumbled in her mind. No matter what, this getup was a little too casual for a Lord, especially one as prominent as Lord El-Melloi II.]

[The only way she can push her mind out of the shock is to focus on his "chiding." He is right. She is late. She has disappointed him in some manner. Even if his laughter is genuine amusement and not some sort of mockery...]

F-forgive me, Milord. It was the first time I did this sort of thing. I will not be so late again. If there are any penalties, I will be glad to accept them.

JUST AS PLANNED.

[gordianknots]

--It was a joke, don't act as if you've done something reprehensible.

Please, come in.

[He's trying not to laugh at her reaction, he really is. Either his delivery was too deadpan, or daring to let the crusty bachelor side out in front of anyone in the Association was a bad idea.

And by bad, his mind means hilarious.]