TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

Comments

[sixfeetofdirt]

Mm. You know, I assumed that 'what was going on with you' was the killing spree, but it seems not to have affected you directly, so. Was there anything else?

[greatoldjohn]

There is but you didn't actually answer my question.

So I don't want to assume.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I literally asked what's going on with you. That somewhat presupposes that a shit is given, does it not?

[greatoldjohn]

Actually, you asked if you could ask what was going on with me.

...I'm not trying to be a dick. You were upset when I assumed things. I'm trying not to do that.

[sixfeetofdirt]

You're not trying and yet you are somewhat succeeding, but very well. What's going on with you, John?

[greatoldjohn]

Well, right now, I'd like to know what you want. Because apparently I'm a dick if I assume things and I'm a dick if I listen to exactly what you say. And if that's another 'just have to wait until you're ready' thing, that's fine, I can do that, but if I'm supposed to be learning how I should listen to you, I'm going to need a little help.

[ Huff. ]

What I was calling you to mention is that I was able to talk Arthur down from just marching down there to talk to him like a fucking idiot and part of that is that Arthur is now invisible to Collins, so he can't 'watch' Arthur's pain from doing this shit, unless Arthur contacts him.

I tried to talk to Collins and he dismissed me out of hand and then used Latin, apparently, to say some stupid shit that doesn't even apply to me so I don't think he's going to use you for anything, but I thought you should know. It's not a big chance that you'll get pulled into anything but... I didn't want you to be in the dark.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

...in this specific instance, I suppose that all I want is for you to be aware that asking for permission to ask is functionally the same as asking? Especially when it's with regard to information you've already offered me?

[greatoldjohn]

Okay.

I'll keep it in mind.

...and sorry if I'm grumpy. I'm just... feeling a little useless right now and it always sets me off balance.

[sixfeetofdirt]

It's alright. I can deal with 'grumpy'.

[greatoldjohn]

Thank you. I do appreciate it.

You need anything?

[sixfeetofdirt]

...Given the recent frequency of murder around here, I wouldn't mind revisiting my access to magic.

[greatoldjohn]

I don't see any reason you shouldn't have your full capabilities.

I'll ask for that today.

Anything else?

[sixfeetofdirt]

No, nothing else.

...Thank you, John.

[greatoldjohn]

Any time.

I expect it'll come through sometime today.

[ A pause. ]

...can I see some of it sometime? Magic in your world seems very different from what I know.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I'd be happy to demonstrate, darling. Let me know when the Admiral gets back to you - we could use the Enclosure.

[greatoldjohn]

I will!

[ He sounds excited, really. ]

Thanks.

[greatoldjohn]

You should be good to go. I just got the go-ahead.

Everything working?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Let me -

[There's a quiet but audible sound of electrical crackling.]

Ha. Yes, that's much better.

[greatoldjohn]

Good!

No rush on showing off. Unless you want to show off.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I would love to show off, darling. The Enclosure this evening?

[greatoldjohn]

Yes! I'll meet you there after dinner.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Perfect.

[He adds nothing more over the network, but he'll be waiting for John's arrival later on.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John will be there right after, since most of his work is done before dinner, and he'll look to the console before turning to Astarion. ]

Did you get it all set up?

[sixfeetofdirt]

He frowns thoughtfully at the console.

"No? I've only watched someone else do this, do I just...tell it what I want? I'm not sure how much precision it allows for."

[greatoldjohn]

"Right. Just tell it what you want, as exactly as you can. It can't make people but it can make places just fine. I've used it before."