Whose Round Is It Anyway?

[reallymean]

[Early in the day - well before her own abduction - Allura's voice comes across the network, the pattern of her thought-speech quick, but oddly lacking inflection.]

Given recent events, I think it's time we work out just which of our patrons is hosting this Jaunt, and whether or not we can allow their preferences to dictate how we go about freeing those who've been captured.

Does anyone have any insight into which of the Arcana are playing this round?

Or into the security measures we're likely to see at the detainment facility?

Comments

[photonicfighter]

Again? [She looks surprised, and then she goes silent as she considers if she wants to. The practice is good, but what memory should she share?] ...yes. Yes, that's a good idea. Just let me think about it for a moment...

[Though the thinking does need to be postponed for a few moments. Armin has some worthwhile things to say. She nods in agreement.] Even if it's unsettling to know, we should know, shouldn't we? I'm sometimes surprised that there's so much to know.... and ah, yes, software is the instructions that are given to a computer. The instructions can be incredibly complex, but that's what it does, at its most basic. Now... a memory, a memory, let's see...

[Her eyes close, her head dips, and she thinks back on something that feels very, very far back. Which makes it much more difficult to bring it all up clearly, with no details omitted. But she remembers the lobby area at the transit hub, remembers the funny pumpkin decorations that were everywhere, remembers that there was funny music piped in, and remembers that her teammates were incredibly excited. Jenny and Meeka, young women with technicolor hair and pointed ears and futuristic garb, were so much so that they had hopped up onto the flat area above the receptionist's desk and begun to dance. There's a clear feeling of shock and confusion... isn't that not allowed? "Dakki! Dakki, join us! There's room, c'mon!" But they were her teammates, and they outranked her, and they knew best, didn't they? This was what fun was, right? So up she went, planting a foot on the desk and springing up and taking their hands, for she was heavy enough to need both of them to hoist her the rest of the way up...

It's less complex a memory, but it's projected quite clearly from start to finish.]