Discovery #32

[saikyocivrobo]

[1] First things first, once again thanks to everyone who kept talking to me when I wasn't myself. If you didn't do it, I probably wouldn't be able to regain my senses enough to tell you how to disable Prometheus. Who knows what might've happened then... Oh, and everything I said back then? I wasn't being myself, so don't take it to heart. In fact, it's best if you forget it all. Cough cough.

Anyway. When I was insane, there was a direct connection between my mind and Prometheus' database. I managed to pull out some vital information out of it, and I think I owe everyone an explanation. Grab something to drink and sit down, this is going to be long.

( Long infodump here )

I managed to find plans for a mechanism in Prometheus' database. It seems to copy the effect of the ability Baphomet used on Artifex. It was never completed, but it might be our best chance here. I remember it so well that I can draw the schematics from memory... But I cannot build it myself. I'm a chemist, not an engineer. I will need help constructing it. Please, lend your help to me.

[2] [Werter is watching Prometheus and Epimetheus run inside giant hamster wheels. The wheels are connected to a power generator.]

Run, run, you still need to make many more gigawatts to make up for the trouble you caused. And no complaining! You got off easy anyway.

First Result

[aesopwarped]

 [Mad's busy running through the Proto-Lambda's diagnostics and combat footage... The complete shutdown in he field after activating the Archimedes system was NOT expected nor welcome... Still... Everything else went somewhat alright.]

Damn... Where'd I fuck up here...

[Mad is adding to her list of things to adjust. Some of them have several red marks underlining them.]

Goddamn...  

[She's getting to her limits again. TIME FOR STUDY]

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Isolation

[infinite_rabbit]

1. [Some of you might have noticed that a certain IS pilot has been back on the ship for a while now, though for some reason she's avoiding others whenever possible.

The times you'll likely run into her are when she's relentlessly pummeling punching bags in the gym or just dining and reading in the mess hall. She's looking plenty irritated regardless of the location. Bug her?]

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2. [There comes a time when everyone has to rest, even someone like Laura. What you probably wouldn't expect is finding her, seemingly asleep, in the changing room adjacent to the hangar. She's still in that skintight IS suit of hers too.

It doesn't seem like her to be so lax, but she is sitting all stern-like on one of the benches with her arms crossed, if that counts for anything. That eyepatch isn't on her either...]

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck / Some nights, I call it a draw

[haro_and_firing]

1] It had been a long time coming really, and now the Meister did what he could to prepare himself for this long sleep.
Three weeks, that's how long he would have to stay locked in that tube while his eye was regrown. He hated to think of what might happen while he was out of reach, out of touch with the whole world, in that god forsake tube.
He held Haro in one arm, and despite the careless smile on his face, he seemed to be looking for someone. He popped in and out of rooms, poking his head in with a sheepish grin when his query could not be found. There where just a few loose ends he needed to tie off before he could do this with a clean conscious.


2]

Standing in his civilian clothes, in front of his Gundam, the brunette seemed preoccupied, as the little orange Haro rolled around, singing some chip-tune as he went that sounded rather like a matching cadence.
"Looks like it's going to be a few weeks, buddy. You better be right here where I left you when I get back." Lockon put a gloved hand against the cold Gundaminum of the Dynames. "We made it this far together, maybe we can change the world."