036 :: video/action

[prosopopoeia]

[In lieu of being able to truly help in the repair of the Clock, Marie Delacroix has found a different project to keep herself occupied. It certainly is no faster than light drive, as it was started in the early days of electricity, but it has a purpose and in a way she has enjoyed the exercise of recreating ancient technology..... with some minor improvements.]



[The machine is casting an incredible sensation over the entirety of Xanadu, it's intense purple light strange and the smell of ozone strong. If you get too close to it, it will reach out to lick you and the feeling may be somewhat too strong for your comfort...]

[Marie is standing very close, ignoring the sensation in favor of admiring a completed project.]


[[ooc; Electric Generator, built as an essence rite for Thor. If you want to get zapped, please feel free! If you want to have been one of her interns who helped her build it, feel free! Also... pretend that picture is outside...]]

Comments

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Goodness gracious great balls of lightningfire! ]

Wh-what is that?

[ Silly Li. (It's BK201's best friend, that's what it is.) ]

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[prosopopoeia]

A generator.

[Look at Marie all pleased with herself.]

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[mortemscintilla]

Did you design it?

[ Color him impressed. ]

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[prosopopoeia]

Zhe design originates from zhe 1800s, I made a few adjustments.

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[mortemscintilla]

Is it, um, for helping people who've caught the sickness?

[ Because someone like Marie wouldn't install that thing smack dab in Xanadu for shits and giggles. ]

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[prosopopoeia]

As far as I understand it.

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[mortemscintilla]

Is it really strong voltage?

Or just, um, a big light-show?

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[prosopopoeia]

Mostly fanfare. No one is being 'armed.

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[medicos]

What the hell is that for?

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[prosopopoeia]

I saw it in a dream. Hopefully it helps someone.

[...nice change of pace from her usual nightmares.]

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[medicos]

And a generator that can zap a person out of their wits would help?

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[prosopopoeia]

The dream seemed to call for lightning. I compromised to something more controlled.

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[medicos]

Will it hurt anyone passing by?

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[prosopopoeia]

They are fine, but perhaps you should test it for yourself.

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[medicos]

I'd rather go on with my life without getting zapped by a bolt of lightning, thank you.

It's impressive, though. I'll give you that.

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[prosopopoeia]

A lot of theatrics, with little overall voltage.

[missrosetyler]

That's impressive.

[prosopopoeia]

[A small shrug.]

I would not be much of an engineer if I could not build a design from the 1800s.

[...Which should be contextualized with the fact that Marie is from 2114 and built a spaceship with the first warp drive...]

[missrosetyler]

I suppose not. Anyway, how long did that take?

[prosopopoeia]

A week or so. I 'ad some assistance, an intern group.

[missrosetyler]

That is really amazing.

So what's the purpose of it aside from a light show?

[prosopopoeia]

I 'ave no idea. It was in a dream, I suppose someone must need it to recover.

[missrosetyler]

Must be a pretty powerful someone.

[prosopopoeia]

[A thoughtful pause. Marie really hates such inhuman powers, a paranoia built into her after her entire ship was slaughtered.]

Yes, I suppose so. 'ave you been visited by any of zhe dreams?

[immortal_machine]

Quite old technology, but it never loses its luster.

[prosopopoeia]

It serves its purpose.

[immortal_machine]

Another one of these rituals?

[prosopopoeia]

Yes. One simple enough.

[immortal_machine]

You are capable of far more than this, yet you look so pleased. Has it been so long since you've built something?

[prosopopoeia]

It has been enjoyable to 'elp others.

[Nope. She's not being snide at all.]

[immortal_machine]

[She can be snide back.]

That doesn't strike me as your personality lately. You're very different than you used to be.

[prosopopoeia]

I would not say we knew each other well, Rebecca.

[immortal_machine]

I know about as much about you as you know about me.

[prosopopoeia]

I certainly hope not.