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

[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!

[gordianknots]

Metaphorically speaking--!

Although in all seriousness, I could probably use a copyist to help make back-up copies of everything.

[drawablank]

[She laughs.]

I know what you meant!

But I can do that, copying things down is my specialty.

[gordianknots]

Well, we have a fair amount of information piling up. If you've got nothing better to do today, I could at least help you get familiar with the collection.

[drawablank]

Sure! I don't do anything much!

[She does flip through her notebook to make sure she hasn't forgotten some errand or appointment, but it looks clear.]

[gordianknots]

Can you get yourself here okay, or should I come pick you up?

[drawablank]

I can make it fine! Which one is your house?

[She's already leaving her own, even though she doesn't know which direction to go once she leaves.]

[gordianknots]

Navy district, house number 11. I can leave the door open but I'm really fine with meeting you half way somewhere.

[drawablank]

It's fine, really! I have a map, I won't have any trouble getting there!

[She quickly jots down the house and writes herself a note, 'you're going to Waver's house to help copy information', knowing she'll need to refer to it.]

[gordianknots]

Well, okay. I'll leave the door cracked open for you.

[drawablank]

[About a half hour later she knocks on the door, having only forgotten what she was doing once - this may be a new record, good job, Anne! She pumps a fist in the air in celebration at that thought before poking her head in the door.]

Hello?

[gordianknots]

[Waver makes sure to get the door on this one rather than VH. He beams, pleased]

Ah good, you made it.

[drawablank]

[Hey, she'd think the blob is cute!]

I told you it wouldn't be a problem!

[gordianknots]

[He asked the blob to make hot chocolate instead. This is clearly a better use of time]

And you were correct. Please, come in.

[drawablank]

[She steps inside, looking around the room in curiosity.]

Are you the only one in this house too?

[gordianknots]

I am, yes.

[He heads back towards the living room and flops down into the armchair he's become very fond of. Mercifully, all the paper he has managed to amass and cover in information fits neatly on the coffee table - which is slightly better than earlier where it was everywhere on the floor]

[drawablank]

[Ryouko rolls up her sleeves as soon as she sees the pile, ready to get right down to it.]

Where would you like me to start!

[gordianknots]

[Waver has to smile at the enthusiasm. It's so hard not to, and it's so genuine. He taps a particular stack of papers - all copies of transcripts from the network - and looks at her]

Does this look do-able?

[drawablank]

[She nods enthusiastically, going right to the pile to take a quick look through it.]

Definitely! Do you want direct copies or bulletpoint notes?

[gordianknots]

Word for word, if you please.

[drawablank]

Right!

[And she'll just sit crosslegged on the floor and get right down to it.]