reverienet | in space, no one can hear you struggle to open doors (un: aqua)

[ What up Reverie Terminal, it's your glowy superdad back on the network again. Apollo is looking pensive today and not quite his usual sunny self. Next to him is someone who's making his first public appearance: Kaldur'ahm faces the camera, gills at his neck clearly visible, a reserved smile on his face. He gives a nod. ]

As you all know, several areas of the station remain inaccessible to us. I believe several people have been talking about ways to open them or attempting to do so already. Brute force may be a means to gain access to a central command deck or something similar. If enough of us work together, especially those of us stronger or superpowered, we may be able to get through.

[ Here, he glances at Apollo, who adds after a beat: ]

Dirk raised a good point: what if those doors have been locked off for a good reason? What if there's something on the other side that needs to be locked away like, I don't know, a pathogen? Or whatever it is that's wiped out the original station crew?

[ Apollo lifts a hand, as if to stem an imaginary silent protest: ]

I'm not saying we shouldn't still give it a go, because after that video Henryk received it's been made pretty clear to us that we need to get off this ship as soon as possible. But it's something we should maybe be prepared for.

So what we're asking is whether or not there's anyone out there who's good at forcefields? Or might have some insight in to how we should tackle this? Just in case we open a door and, uh. Regret it.

[ Apollo frowns a little, determination replacing the pensive expression from before. ]

So there you have it. I know Amos has some good ideas about creating an airlock in case we open a door to an unpressurised deck. But has anyone else got any ideas? [ to which Kaldur adds: ] We would welcome your thoughts and input.

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[She disconnects, and goes to wait in the prescribed place.

She hasn't given him a way to identify her, except hopefully he'll see the serious looking woman waiting patiently.]

( there is really only one person who looks like they're waiting for someone else and that's her, so he approaches her. )

Jasnah? I am Kaldur'ahm.

Kaldur'ahm.

[She greets him, with an elegant nod.]

Thank you for joining me. I appreciate the chance to participate in the effort.

I appreciate that you are willing to.

( he returns the nod, offering a slight smile. his manner of speech is measured, as are his movements. )

[They share a reserved quality that puts her immediately at ease. Jasnah is from an royal family on an alien planet; people here strike her as dreadfully forward. It's a pleasure to simply acknowledge him with another dip of her head, and turn to lead the way towards the place where Hermione found the ladder.]

I'd like a proper map of this place.

Perhaps that should be another project.

( he follows, no move for further proximity between them, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. he's the protege of a kind, or he was. the sidekick, once upon a time. the king and queen of atlantis are less reserved than kaldur. )

The obstacle is writing materials. I have only a notebook, and not one I'd like to surrender to the effort.

[She admits, while she leads the way.]

Perhaps these devices could be used for it. ( he lifts his communicator. they have the ability to record and share information on the network, don't they? why not for this. )

It might be possible. I wish I were capable, but it's not a technology I'm familiar with. My world doesn't use electricity, and we communicate by spanreed rather than network.

[So she won't be the one to find that kind of capability in the softward.]

I am not an expert when it comes to this, either. ( he misses nightwing. ) But perhaps there is someone who can help.

Some people do seem more familiar with the system than others. I know a young woman who has taken to it capably; I'll ask her what she thinks is possible.

That seems like a good plan. Let me know if you need help with mapping the corridors and rooms.

I am sure that we will.

[Promises Jasnah.]

I have lived in more complex and convoluted places than this, but not many.

What is the world called you're from?

( maybe it's earth. maybe it isn't. he'd rather not assume. )

Roshar.

[She says, and casts a quick glance at him to see if he's the same. He nearly could be.]

I'd never even heard of Earth.

[Where all the rest of the population seems to come from.]

I have not heard of Roshar.

( he sounds genuinely apologetic about it. )

The rules of my world are very different. No magic, and no electricity.

[Everyone else seems to have at least one or the other.]

That is interesting. Mine has both of those things.

We have stormlight, instead. Frustrating, since it's such a scarce resource here.

[And, coming to a stop;]

I think the ladder was here, or just ahead? It's inlaid into the wall, almost-

[She needs to watch a little more closely now.]

What is stormlight?

( but he won't mind if she doesn't answer that question, focusing instead on finding the door. he can always ask again later. )

Something right between magic and electricity, a form of energy that manifests as light and can be used to power fabrials, to light rooms-

This way, I think.

That is fascinating.

( he means it. ) I am unfamiliar with anything like it.

Through here.

I find it most unusual just how uncommon it is here. It's a fundamental pillar of my world, and no one here has heard of it.

I do wonder how this station interacts with the worlds we come from.

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