Pre-Moebius Sharing [A couple days into the racetrack liminal]

[itsananimalthing]

So a lot of you know I've been tryin' to rebuild memories from before Moebius. For you new people, Moebius was a Jaunt before most of you got here, were we died a lot and lost our memories every morning. A lot of that stuck.

[Look, he's being helpful, filling things in for people who don't know the story. Isn't that nice of him?]

Managed to put together somethin' kinda big out of them.

[Enjoy a brief lifestream of Riddick's strange vision: everything is tinted slightly purple, sources of light are doubly bright, and everything seems much more focused on heat and motion. It's an image of his hands, held apart in front of him, and after a second, an arc of electricity jumps between them, from one hand to the other. He holds it only briefly, then lets it dissipate.]

We can make energy out of liminal stuff. Claudia don't need to shoot me with her electricity gun to power lightcycles no more, we can just make that shit.

Came with somethin' else interesting while I was tryin' to put that trick back together. I was on at least four Jaunts before Moebius happened, might be more-- but there were people back then from the last round of this. The one Fortune won. We called 'em the Unlucky Dead. I don't got much about 'em yet, just a couple names and faces, but I'm workin' on it.

Figured that might be important to know.

[The last bit is said dryly. He knows that's an understatement.]

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[itsananimalthing]

And that's why I took out all the burnable things.

[He's not surprised. But she's getting there.]

You're tryin' to hold it too tight so it jumped out instead of goin' where you want it. Let it flow.

[claudiometer]

Yeah, I see that now. In my defense, I'm used to it already having wires to be in.

[Okay, attempt two. 'Let it flow' is all well and good for Riddick to say, but that doesn't make it a whole lot easier to visualise - at least, not until she thinks of it more like a Tesla. She has the trigger and an end point, and letting it get from point A to point B how it wants is going to cause less trouble than trying to force it.

With that in mind, she tries again, and this time the spark does seem to ground in the lightcycle.] Well, that attempt was more promising.

Public -> Private

[bite_the_hand]

Everyone except the ones that had no future... At least Fortune didn't just let all of them die.

[Private, unprotected]

[As Eren switches over to a private connection his voice starts sounding a little more awkward and uncertain. Although whether that's because of the offer itself or not knowing how to best approach the subject - or both - isn't clear.]

And, uh, do you still want to know what Chariot told me? About... what happened before? I had to have someone help me Interface something in a dungeon and I was able to do it without punching anyone or accidentally turning into a Titan. I should be able to do it again as long as I have a moment to brace for it.

[dalectable]

I'm in my room when you're free.

==> Action

[itsananimalthing]

[He pokes his head in a few minutes later, with a rap on the door frame.]

Hey.

Private, Protection II

[itsananimalthing]

[Unexpected, but not unwelcome.]

I'll always take more info, if you're up to sharing. Come by whenever you want. Forge is open.

And if you still punch me, I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

[itsananimalthing]

[It helps that Riddick himself has been a conduit before, so "let it flow" is a thing he knows personally. He watches, ready to catch or douse as needed, but it seems to go fairly smoothly, so he nods.]

Yeah, it was. Tryin' a little at a time is better than tryin' a whole lot. There's a limit to what we can pull, same as with solid stuff. Don't think they're connected, so making physical stuff doesn't mean you can pull less energy.

[He thinks. He hasn't pushed the limits too much yet to test it.]

[claudiometer]

And if it turns out to be, I'll almost certainly end up poking enough to find out where that limit is and how they interact. But considering the other kind has a weight limit and electricity doesn't really have a weight, I'd be surprised if they did overlap.

[dalectable]

[She looks up from where she's been stacking a series of small, crystal pebbles on Mi'durgenne's snout and brow, smiling at Riddick.]

Hi. That was quick.

[The familiar lets out an inquisitive noise, wanting to turn but not wanting to knock off the rocks on his head. Vilari snorts and concentrates, creating another small crystal to perch on the end of the wolfs nose.] Yes, yes, ma serannas, Mi'durgenn. [Then she's gently taking the stones from his head and placing them next to her bed.]

[galvanizer]

Seems useful, too. Okay, so eavesdropping, projection, and then?

[itsananimalthing]

[He grins at her lazily.]

Well, I was just around the corner, and I'm a pro at doin' more than one thing at a time.

[He comes the rest of the way in, coming over to give the wolf a clap on the shoulder.]

The fuck are you doing? What's with the rocks?

[Despite the language, his tone is friendly.]

[itsananimalthing]

Then you use that projection to make a place inside your head you can kind of go to, design things in a kind of real mental space, view memories and shit like you were standing in the middle of 'em, or just get away from Traveling for a while. That's the best way for me to work out the rebuilding, where I can see it and fill in any details that're obviously missing.

[itsananimalthing]

Don't know if the weight limit has to do with how much liminal stuff we're using, though, and this energy comes from the same thing as the liminal stuff.

[He shrugs.]

They're connected, anyway. Just not sure how these skills measure that kind of shit.

[dalectable]

Practice. Mi'durgenn told me how when I got him in a Jaunt, I was his Oracle as a Hecatite-Elf, and that one of my abilities was to create crystals at will.

[She flicks over one of the small, moonstone-esque pebbels to Riddick.]

And then we got bored and decided to see how many I could stack along his head.

[claudiometer]

God knows there'll be enough of us poking at it now to figure it out.

[galvanizer]

A bit like meditation, then, and using it to build up memories to sift through them. That's useful...

[itsananimalthing]

That's just the stage for doin' it. Actually learning to reconstruct the memories is another thing-- gotta train up your memory first, start finding the details in things and learning how to store it, and then you'll be good to go, to take pieces of something you remember and start filling them in.

[itsananimalthing]

[He catches it, examines it, then tosses it back idly, in case she wants it.]

Poor Mi'durgenn. Havin' to be the thing that got stacked on. If you're that bored, I'm sure we can find more interesting things for you to do.

[Like an interface. Though given his teasing tone, she can take that other ways, as well.]

[dalectable]

[The tone isn't lost on her, and she shoots him an amused glance, brow rising with interest.] Oh? Are you implying beyond an experiment in interfacing?

[Mi'durgenn meanwhile settles on the ground to gnaw at one of the larger rocks, tail wagging happily.]

[itsananimalthing]

Well, how long's an interface gonna take, anyway? Won't keep you from bein' bored for that long.

[Of course, she might be wiped out afterwards, it's trickier when you aren't actually data anymore.]

[dalectable]

Someone sounds confident and eager. [She doesn't sound put-off or annoyed, though. Instead, she pats the bed next to her to indicate Riddick should sit.] Please, my neck is getting sore staring up at you like this.

[galvanizer]

It's always the little things. [PAIN IN THE BUTT-] And the missing information, does it start filling in by itself as you piece things back together as best you can?

[itsananimalthing]

[He obligingly comes to settle beside her.]

Too bad I didn't keep that dactyl form. No neck-craning for you, then.

[itsananimalthing]

More like the more you see, the more things'll come back to you-- seeing pieces of what you remember reminds you of more things from the same memory. That's part of the memory training process.

[dalectable]

That's too short, especially from being a giant.

[She crosses her legs, turning to face Riddick directly as Mi'durgenn clambers onto the bed, curling against her back.]

So. Interfacing.