Real coffee. From the hills of Columbia...

[devola]

Who: Devola, Gaignun
What: A cuppa and some conversation
When: January 12th, noon-ish.
Where: A coffeehouse. (I'll make up a lame name for it when the Player Locations post returns ~)
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 if someone feels a bit profane.


It had been something of a long time coming. Between differing work schedules and Devola's simple, easily-distracted nature taking front seattime temporarily becoming monopolized by a miniature onslaught of "new" technology to play with, well... Just sitting down and having a pleasant chat with someone (who she'd previously discussed doing so with) had been far too delayed.

In any case, inspiration had struck. By and large, there weren't many better ways to spend a chilly day than with a warm drink and some pleasant conversation, and -- being winter in a place where seasons actually changed -- every day in Prospero had been a chilly one for quite some time.

So, earlier in the morning she'd sent an invitation to Gaignun. They'd checked for matching breaks within their respective schedules and had lucked out, arranging to meet at one of the coffee houses dotting Prospero's shopping district during lunch...

Comments

[namedforcat]

"I think it's because to mankind, we've had it for practically forever. Something that had always been even if there was no official records. We've had it for centuries. The company that dealt the most with it was Vector, which has also been around for quite a few years. Any records that there are, they have them." He answered with a sigh.

"I'm glad humans are so resilient, it means that nothing was in vain."

[devola]

"Does that mean 'Vector' doesn't plan on explaining crap? Or didn't, I guess."

Devola paused, tapping the lid of her coffee cup a few times, a thoughtful expression across her features. "Is anything that's really in vain, you think? Doesn't everything have at least some tangental meaning?"

[namedforcat]

"Vector I believe assumed people would just take everything for granted, and was able to maneuver around pretty much everything that was thrown at them. They're almost a government unto themselves. That's another thing you'd have to ask Shion or Allen about, they both worked for it, and were pretty high up." He admitted, mentally apologizing to Allen for giving Devloa so much to work and pester him with.

"I suppose you could think that way, but sometimes a tangential meaning is not enough."

[devola]

"So they were basically untouchable and kept everything to themselves, huh. Pretty crummy."

She tapped her, now-empty, cup a few more times, slowly leaning forward again and resting her chin on her other hand. "Sometimes that's all we can get. S'one of the secrets to being old, by the way. Try to enjoy the little things, if you can."

[namedforcat]

"Believe me, I have learned to enjoy the little things." Really, you try being locked in your own head while your megalomaniac father runs around controlling your body. You learn to appreciate the little things VERY quickly.

"Still, I'm glad that we did have the UMN, for all of our over reliance on it. We were able to create such wonders with it...traveling the stars even if it gets boring is still a mighty achievement."

[devola]

"S'a far cry from what we've got. Here, or at home." Devola nodded in agreement, pausing slightly as an idea struck her.

"Actually, care to hazard a guess how far off this time is from space flight, space colonization, and all that stuff your era can do?"

[namedforcat]

"About 4000 years." See this face? This is the straightest face you will ever see.

"I don't know what the circumstances or the technology was like when we left Lost Jerusalem, it may have been very similar to this time period or it might not have been."

[devola]

What almost bothers her is that, under normal circumstances, she probably could wait that long. "Mn. How dull. I was hoping to see some exotic venues during my stay here..."

Tap, tap, tap... "Though I guess just about anywhere that isn't Prospero is an exotic venue, at this point."

[namedforcat]

"Yes. I'd think about exploring the planet a bit more myself, but I'm too worried about a lot of things that are going on here." Gaignun said with a sigh. He was used to a jet setting lifestyle, but while staying in one place got a little wearing after a while, he couldn't leave his kin and friends here by themselves.

Really he was worried that they'd blow themselves up by accident with out adult supervision. But shh, can't tell them that.

[devola]

"Afraid everyone else would collapse into a sinkhole of infighting, bickering, and maybe explosions?"

So. Deadpanned. She's aware of that giant cluster-fuck of ~*feelings*~ that have been accidentally broadcast more than once, far more than she's aware of the inherent mental instability of a few individuals -- though there's guesses about that, for certain.

[namedforcat]

"You...have no idea." He's always been the mature one of the brothers, and that has now been extended to everyone else that he's met there, and here.

"Though I think less explosions and more gun fighting. And blood. Don't forget the bloodshed." Clusterfuck is putting it mildly. It's just going to get worse the more they actually have to interact with each other.

[devola]

"I'm... what's the term. Public relations? That kinda thing. I've got an idea, trust me."

A pause, before Devola added thoughtfully, almost musing to herself. "Though, I dunno. I think some of the other less-volatile people could keep things together okay. Mrs. Barnes, for one. That Baron fellow, if he wanted to live up to his title..."

[namedforcat]

"I know, but I just wouldn't feel comfortable leaving everything in their hands. They don't know some of the craziness that can happen around the people I know." He paused, and then laughed, shaking his head at himself.

"I'm not usually this bad of a worrywart, I promise."

[devola]

A hand raised into the air, as if trying to physically wave his last statement away. "You've got family here. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. I'd do the same if I was in your place, I suspect."

[namedforcat]

"Yes...that's very true, I can't live with out them." Softly he adds, "I never could..."

"Your sister...I hope you get reunited with her soon. I know how hard it is for twin souls like that to be separated for long periods of time."

[devola]

There was a long pause before Devola replied, a far-off look in her eyes as she did. "...Much as I miss her, I dunno if I'd want her to have to deal with all this garbage. Prospero that is. Granted, it's not the worst place there is to be... but, it's not where we're supposed to be. I'm not supposed to be some supernatural-phenomenon investigator. Neither is she. Neither is anyone else stuck here."

She smiled, almost rueful, before she added. "For the most part, anyway. Never really got around to finding anyone's former professions out."

[namedforcat]

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way..." He knows she wasn't really angry at the implication that Popola should come here instead of Devola being sent home, but he felt he should apologize anyways.

"I would be really surprised if anyone was a supernatural-phenomenon investigator, it just seems so...so...out there to be honest."

[devola]

"I dunno. We've got businessmen from the far future, songstresses from the slightly-less-far future, regular folks from the 'present-day', and ancient kings and knights and heroes from antiquity..."

Devola let a light laugh slip out, clearly entertained. "'Out there' seems to be the rule rather than the exception, generally speaking."

[namedforcat]

All Gaignun could do in the face of Devola's pronouncement was to chuckle softly in return. "I suppose you're right. Not to mention the fact that we get stranger and stranger people every day. Though if we really do end up getting a real supernatural-phenomena investigator, I'm now at least going to be able to take them seriously when they say so."

[devola]

"It could be stranger. April -- you know her? Was saying something about a ghost from some videogame she'd played showing up in Prospero. I'm not sure if she was serious, or overtired, or what..." Devola intoned solemnly, feeling pity for the fourth wall as she did.

[namedforcat]

"April? I think I've met her, she attacked me with a kite once." He had to laugh a little at the memory, thinking of it fondly. "But a ghost from a video game? How is that even possible? Video games aren't real after all..."

However at this point, he would also not be surprised if April was telling the stone cold truth. His shock button was pretty much warn out by this point.

[devola]

"I... Wait. I think you just glossed over the important thing there." Devola's voice was half-bewildered, half-deadpan, half-confused, and half-breaking-fractional-rules.

There was also a note of disbelief in her voice, for good measure. "A kite."

Devola's method of reacting to the happenings in Prospero was, on average, "Sure, why not", as far as belief in what others said and did was concerned. For whatever reason, a kite-attack was more peculiar than the summoning of Personae.

[namedforcat]

"Yes, a kite." Gaignun answered with a very even voice. "She happened to be trying to fly one and the wind gave out on her, sending it in my direction. I dodged so that it didn't hit me, but she was rather apologetic about the whole incident." He paused and smiled a little impishly.

"Though if she ever mentions 'battle kites', it was not my idea, ok?"

[devola]

"Ohh... alright. You had me confused for a second. That sounded more like an accid-" And then came the reference 'battle-kites', causing Devola to clam up and present a poker-face for a moment before opening her mouth to deadpan once again.

"...I'm not sure whether it's a fantastic idea, or just a pair of words put together to let someone's imagination take flight-- pardon the pun."

[namedforcat]

"All I did was tell her that her kite flying skills reminded me of something that was popular on the Foundation for a while. Like I said, it's not my fault if something comes of it." Secretly he was rather pleased at halting Devloa's dizzying thought process, even for a moment, like a petty victory.

"The children seemed to have fun with it, Jr. used to go and watch them."