022 ☣ Video (Open + locks + locked spam)

[fridgetothefire]

[Public]

Okay, this is a long shot, but I know we've got all kinds of magic and tech here that I don't know all the capabilities of, so here goes:

Does anybody have, or know of, something that can like...turn memories into photographs? We never really had cameras around when I was little and I guess I'm just. Being maudlin about a few things.

[aka she misses the twins when they were stupid babies]


[Private to Arthas.]

I know things are different. But I wanted to say thank you, for looking out for me.


[Private to Cassel]

Still think I should give him the squid hat?


[Private to Alex

Were you really into the Space Race too?


[Private separately to Babs and Charles]

[With a warm smile]

Thanks for helping me out.


[Private to Tosh]

Would you teach me how to program?


[Private to Touko]

You were a really cute kid.


[Spam for Erik]

[She gives him a little time to himself, after the flood, but there are some things she needs to say. She's not dressed for effect this time, just in jeans and a soft, light sweater despite the summery barge atmosphere.]


[Spam for Jesse]

[She's used to coming in and out of Lua's room whenever she feels like it. She knows it's early, but there's a comfort to being here, for her, simply existing in a space she shares with someone she trusts. She didn't expect to to see Jesse making breakfast, but she puts it together pretty quickly. She leans against the little table, arms crossed, not smiling even though she wants to, a little.]

Well. So. You and Lua, huhn?


[Private to Lua, later]

Hey, are you free? Nothing to worry about, just checking in.

[Because if not she can check in...later later.]

Comments

[Private]

[wedonot]

You're welcome. I probably should have realized you were always quite industrious.

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

It's how I was raised.

[It's a little bit wry, because it can't not be, but mostly it's sincere. It's not even about Magneto or Magda, entirely, because neither of them ever reined her in much on that score. But there was a culture of it, in the village, of things to be done, chores and crafts and communal games all blending into each other. It's one of the few things she's held on to, that makes her feel like she has a culture.]

private

[patheticvillain]

That guy is nuts. Don't give him anything.

Unless you can, you know, work some Anya magic and make him like you.

private

[fridgetothefire]

[She steeples her fingers like a supervillain.]

He'd be a tough crab to crack, I think. Perhaps the hat shall be my opening volley.

private

[tolaywaste]

Uh, not really. Not so much. Other things, though.

. . . I mostly just liked science.

private

[fridgetothefire]

I guess you guys didn't have sputnik.

Yeah? What kinds?

[routemistress]

[See Iris. See Iris light up like a hound that's just caught a scent.]

I might be able to build one. But you'd need me or Charles or someone to find them manually. I don't think I could automate that end of it.

[fridgetothefire]

I couldn't just, like, put a colander on my head and focus on the right one?

[She's mostly kidding. Even if that would be nice.]

[theantiaya]

[For once, she is not looking for a fight. There is no argument, nor snide commentary. Her voice remains as distant as every, except with an additional layer of genuine apathy behind it.]

A Lantern's full powers possess the ability to create nearly any construct out of energy. Including memories.

[Which...she would be able to do, had she a way to access that suppressed ability of hers. Still, it was vaguely relevant to the inquiry.]

[fridgetothefire]

[That's actually really interesting.]

What are they like? The constructs.

Private

[breakingmyheart]

....yes. I'd like that.

Will you teach me how to knit?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

Sure, if you want. I mean, I'd like that too.

I've read a little about computers in the library, but - a lot of it doesn't make sense without a passing familiarity that they just assume people have.

[persecutioncomplex]

Do you think being afraid of everything is cute?

[fridgetothefire]

I was afraid of everything too, you know.

Not at that age. But maybe two years later? And then for most of my life.

You were nice to me. And those glasses made your eyes look huge. In a cute way.

[yeahscience]

[It's not really a problem for Jesse that they got caught, so to speak. He's sort of not-exactly-hiding the situation from Claire, but as far as he knows, there's no overlap with Anya, right? And as much as he doesn't want it to be a competition thing, he has to figure that Lua's inmate would be Team Lua, anyway.

Still, he's not exactly expecting it first thing in the morning, so for one thing, he's not dressed. When Anya comes in, he's sneaking around the kitchen in his boxers -- white with a black and silver crossbone print -- quietly pilfering eggs and bacon and trying to figure out how the fuck to make coffee. It's the sugar skull tattoo between his freckled shoulderblades that actually greets her, but he turns when he hears her voice, startled.]

Oh. Uh... hey.

[He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles at the question. Without all his baggy gangster clothes he's an odd study in contrasts: the boyish, almost shy smirk that pulls at his mouth and his skinny frame, the domesticity of the bowl in his hand, at strange angles to the many tattoos, the bones on his shorts, the pack of cigarettes and the heavy brushed-metal lighter sitting on the nearest counter. He sets down the bowl, reaches for the pack, and clears his throat.]

I didn't know you'd be coming over, or I would've... [Gotten dressed? Left? He's not sure he's ready to leave and face what's coming today, but he's not sure he's ready for whatever this talk is going to be, either.] My bad.

[fridgetothefire]

I don't mind.

[She smiles, sweetly, and it's a warning, although not nearly her worst. He's off-balance; she can work with that.]

Is it new?

[Private]

[itstopped]

Any success?

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

Iris is giving me a 'maybe'. Could be a fun project to build something for it. You want in?

[private]

[halftheman]

[ he debates this contact at all; Two-Face doesn't want it, and the two circle the subject for some time. ]

[ In the end, he opts for a text ]

Managed not to fall over the rails, I see.

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

[She responds in kind.]

Yeah, I was fine.

Someday I'll jump. Interesting things happen to people who do. But not now.

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara's smile is warm. The experience has left her a bit dazed, a bit disoriented, but she's holding tight to the memories.]

It was my pleasure. Do you still knit?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

I do, actually. On and off here, given the period upheavals, but I'm trying to keep it up more regularly.

[burnmythoughts]

[Jean looks a bit uncertain, at first, before she taps her lips.]

I can - maybe help isolate the memories. Pull them into focus.

[fridgetothefire]

I remember pretty clearly. Or I think I do, anyway.

It would just be nice to have something to hold sometimes. You know?

[More wistful than sorrowful.]

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He's glad for the reprieve, at least; everyone is back to their normal heights and ages, and Erik has been sitting on his bed trying to sort out how best to deal with it. He's never been a daddy before. He didn't think he wanted to be.

The knock is a welcome interruption, and he leaves off, clears his thoughts from his face, and goes to open the door. He should have known it would be her.]

Anya.

[Spam]

[fridgetothefire]

Hey. Can I come in?

[A little bit shy, but no more than they always are, uncertain around each other.]

[myresponsibility]

Any luck?

[fridgetothefire]

Iris thinks it's possible.

[Anya grins; her hopes are high.]

If anyone can build it, it's probably her.

Private

[darknessb4me]

Which one were you?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

[She grins, ducks her head a little ruefully.]

You were quite insistent that I get down off the guardrail on deck.

[surrenders]

[Something's a little off with that kind of reassurance, and Jesse having told her about an early morning visitor explains just what.]

Always. You want to come on over, or somewhere else?

[fridgetothefire]

[She's okay with it, mostly, really. Certainly enough to be getting on with. She just...wants it to work out for Lua. A lot.]

Sure. See you in ten.

[And she's there.]