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thisavrou_log2016-03-08 10:48 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-08 10:48 pm
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A circuit of consciousness
Who: Rinzler and YOU
When: second week of March
Where: around the ship, planetside, and everything between
What: buddy meetups, transporter training, and general Rinzlering
Warnings: nothing awful planned; will update if needed.
Library (Open):
Between Inugami and the Moira, Rinzler's spent almost half a cycle in the user world by now. Enough to familiarize himself with plenty of the basics... and not nearly enough to comprehend every reference the users took for granted. Fortunately? There's a file archive on board. Even if the users running it seem to have a bizarre preference for analog.
The library's more common occupants might be accustomed to the sound, but anyone looking for peace and quiet today might want to be careful which shelves they frequent. There's a noise echoing through the wooden floors, a ticking whir that starts around the card catalog before eventually localizing to a reference room upstairs. It sounds like broken hardware. (Or possibly an overly friendly cat.) Anyone who tracks the disruption down will find Rinzler: lurking, glowing, and rumbling ominously as he pages through a nature guide on sharks.
Abort/retry/question?
Ceta rock formations (Open):
The collection of badly-written buildings holds little interest for the enforcer, and the chance to submerge himself in fish guts is not an incentive to go hunt. Still, there's one area of the planet everyone else seems to be discounting, and that makes it worth visiting—for the solitude, if nothing else.
Anyone watching the clouds might notice a streak of orange disappearing downward as Rinzler's lightjet slips past the temporaries toward the denser rock formations lurking below. It takes a little effort, and some strange gravity currents to work around, but it's not long before he's landed himself on one of the jagged peaks. It reminds him of the outlands, more than a little: rough, uncoded, somewhere only the most desperate creatures would go to ground.
Worth seeing what a search turns up.
Cargo Bay/Outside: ~Training Montage~ (Semi-Open)
As partial as Rinzler might be to his own flightcraft, the vehicles he's actually assigned to work with here are in heavy demand on the gas-based planet. Fortunately, he's no longer the only operator. When he'd submitted a report on the transporter concerns, Rinzler had been half-expecting to be wiped for the presumption. Instead, the administrators had assigned a full hex of new pilots and technicians to cover the gap. If this system is still vastly (and worryingly) less efficient than Clu's... Rinzler's beginning to mind some of the other differences less.
He's been tasked with providing tutorial, and over the next week, the program will be meeting with all of the new transporter crew individually. Flight is more his specialty than the minutia of repair, but he's grown familiar enough with the workings of the craft to offer technical help, and can supply digital schematics to anyone who needs them. He'll also insist on a flight test for anyone planning on regular operation. For the more talented recruits, the planet's gravity wells and floating obstacles offer a challenge in flight and weapons both, and it's one Rinzler isn't opposed to making a competition.
While most of the program's focus is on the new assignees, anyone else stopping by is welcome to get his attention—for training attempts or otherwise. Rinzler doesn't particularly approve of the Moira's policy of letting anyone operate the crafts, but he's pragmatic enough to know that it's less hazardous if the users at least know what they're doing.
Mero hallway (Closed to Kylo Ren)
After last month, Rinzler knew better than to argue his 'buddy' assignment—no need to give the trojan another chance to score points off him. All the same, it was a little odd to get the message from Frisk instead. The enforcer shelved the misplaced variable for later query, messaging his assignee over the MID and waiting for response.
It seemed to be taking a while.
By the time Rinzler resigned himself to actually tracking down Kylo_Ren, he was already irritated at the necessity. When his location ping returned Mero Deck, the annoyance worsened. While Rinzler wouldn't strictly admit to avoiding the area (or the duplicate that lived there), he had been leaving it somewhat conspicuously out of his patrol routes since his release from the hold.
So when he followed the signal and found himself outside Tron's room...
...well, that ticking rumble is definitely pitched a little closer to a growl by the time Rinzler keys the door chime. When (or if) Kylo opens it, he'll find an identical copy of his roommate. But where Tron stands tall and at least looks to have a human face, the figure outside is drawn into a coiled hunch, nothing but the rattling sound and a slight tilt of his dark mask to give away emotion. Currently? Not happy.
When: second week of March
Where: around the ship, planetside, and everything between
What: buddy meetups, transporter training, and general Rinzlering
Warnings: nothing awful planned; will update if needed.
Library (Open):
Between Inugami and the Moira, Rinzler's spent almost half a cycle in the user world by now. Enough to familiarize himself with plenty of the basics... and not nearly enough to comprehend every reference the users took for granted. Fortunately? There's a file archive on board. Even if the users running it seem to have a bizarre preference for analog.
The library's more common occupants might be accustomed to the sound, but anyone looking for peace and quiet today might want to be careful which shelves they frequent. There's a noise echoing through the wooden floors, a ticking whir that starts around the card catalog before eventually localizing to a reference room upstairs. It sounds like broken hardware. (Or possibly an overly friendly cat.) Anyone who tracks the disruption down will find Rinzler: lurking, glowing, and rumbling ominously as he pages through a nature guide on sharks.
Abort/retry/question?
Ceta rock formations (Open):
The collection of badly-written buildings holds little interest for the enforcer, and the chance to submerge himself in fish guts is not an incentive to go hunt. Still, there's one area of the planet everyone else seems to be discounting, and that makes it worth visiting—for the solitude, if nothing else.
Anyone watching the clouds might notice a streak of orange disappearing downward as Rinzler's lightjet slips past the temporaries toward the denser rock formations lurking below. It takes a little effort, and some strange gravity currents to work around, but it's not long before he's landed himself on one of the jagged peaks. It reminds him of the outlands, more than a little: rough, uncoded, somewhere only the most desperate creatures would go to ground.
Worth seeing what a search turns up.
Cargo Bay/Outside: ~Training Montage~ (Semi-Open)
As partial as Rinzler might be to his own flightcraft, the vehicles he's actually assigned to work with here are in heavy demand on the gas-based planet. Fortunately, he's no longer the only operator. When he'd submitted a report on the transporter concerns, Rinzler had been half-expecting to be wiped for the presumption. Instead, the administrators had assigned a full hex of new pilots and technicians to cover the gap. If this system is still vastly (and worryingly) less efficient than Clu's... Rinzler's beginning to mind some of the other differences less.
He's been tasked with providing tutorial, and over the next week, the program will be meeting with all of the new transporter crew individually. Flight is more his specialty than the minutia of repair, but he's grown familiar enough with the workings of the craft to offer technical help, and can supply digital schematics to anyone who needs them. He'll also insist on a flight test for anyone planning on regular operation. For the more talented recruits, the planet's gravity wells and floating obstacles offer a challenge in flight and weapons both, and it's one Rinzler isn't opposed to making a competition.
While most of the program's focus is on the new assignees, anyone else stopping by is welcome to get his attention—for training attempts or otherwise. Rinzler doesn't particularly approve of the Moira's policy of letting anyone operate the crafts, but he's pragmatic enough to know that it's less hazardous if the users at least know what they're doing.
Mero hallway (Closed to Kylo Ren)
After last month, Rinzler knew better than to argue his 'buddy' assignment—no need to give the trojan another chance to score points off him. All the same, it was a little odd to get the message from Frisk instead. The enforcer shelved the misplaced variable for later query, messaging his assignee over the MID and waiting for response.
It seemed to be taking a while.
By the time Rinzler resigned himself to actually tracking down Kylo_Ren, he was already irritated at the necessity. When his location ping returned Mero Deck, the annoyance worsened. While Rinzler wouldn't strictly admit to avoiding the area (or the duplicate that lived there), he had been leaving it somewhat conspicuously out of his patrol routes since his release from the hold.
So when he followed the signal and found himself outside Tron's room...
...well, that ticking rumble is definitely pitched a little closer to a growl by the time Rinzler keys the door chime. When (or if) Kylo opens it, he'll find an identical copy of his roommate. But where Tron stands tall and at least looks to have a human face, the figure outside is drawn into a coiled hunch, nothing but the rattling sound and a slight tilt of his dark mask to give away emotion. Currently? Not happy.
no subject
That in mind, the program doesn't even bother. A test of speed or force in a machine is worthless, and certainly no valid challenge of one's skill. No, this contest? Is one of maneuverability.
The lightjet banks left in a tight curve, nearly doubling back on its own path—and making sure to skim past the transporter's viewing window. Rinzler keeps the craft at a steep angle, wingtips almost vertically aligned, camoflauging the slight dip as he darts through a trio of gravity distortions. One, two, three and he untwists, swooping up to widen the gap if the heavier craft falters.
no subject
After that he guns it, squaring his shoulders and gritting his teeth through the third, aiming to make up the distance Rinzler has gained on him.