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

[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.]

[routemistress]

You read too much science fiction, lovey.

[So pokerfaced.]

[fridgetothefire]

A really shiny colander. Maybe with some magnets.

[likewise]

[routemistress]

Maybe if I stick enough flashin' lights on it.

[Her mind's already elsewhere, though. Telepathic chips and 3D printers, Matrix upload tech, remembrance tank tech. Those are for building people, and Iris has never built one; she may have to do some creative wheel-reinventing. This might be the project to get Rassilon involved in, if he's awake. She's already reached for one of the paper journals on her dressing table, started scribbling notes with the eyebrow pencil that's the nearest writing implement to hand.]

...Aye, I think I can get somewhere. The translation matrix interface is the awkward bit. I'll need to adapt a printer for telepathic chips and I think it'll need a massive upgrade first.

[fridgetothefire]

Can I hang out with you while you build it, when you get there?

[Because that all sounds super interesting.]

[routemistress]

Oh, I'd love to 'ave you, pet. You're good at inspiring.