Lights, Camera, Proof of Concept - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
20/3/477
Log
A soft rumble, a grin on Flora's snout, as she guides Fenris into her room, tail swishing about and her ears flicking happily. "Flora found a way, yes yes! Flora has it!" she murrs with a grin, pointing at the image... It's at least ten times as bright as the last time, and... Crystal clear. "Flora figured it all out! And the city-pictures are good!"
Fenris follows Flora to her little loft room and drops his jaw in amazement at the image projected on the wall. "Look at that," he breathes, "All right way up and as clear as day." He reaches out a hand and waves it over the projected image, watching the light play over the back of his hand. "How did the fixing process go?" he asks, turning back to Flora, "The paper stops reacting to the light when you want it to?"
Interestingly enough, the image on Fenris' hand is not as clear, though equally bright. Flora grins broadly, before holding up the photos she's already made and holding them in front of the bright light. "Yes yes. No more changing, no. It worked. Flora thinks... Flora thinks she contaminated the last ones, yes."
"What do you mean, 'contaminated?'" Fenris asks, "Can I see them?" He watches the light in fascination as the image flows over his moving his hand.
A mumble, a flick of Flora's tail. "Flora isn't sure. Flora mixed the wrong chemicals in there, Flora thinks. Dissolved the silver," she explains softly, before pulling up a sheet of leather and holding it in the light. "Flora found a way to make the light more focussed... But it loses focus when not placed right. Hold this, yes," she mumbles, holding up the sheet of smooth leather.
Fenris takes the sheet and holds it the way Flora indicates. "What about the shots from the lighthouse?" he asks, "How did those turn out?"
A grin, a flick of Flora's tail. Right now, the image is fuzzy, though she seems to be turning a knob on the wooden planks, grinning as the image becomes more and more clear the more she turns it. "Flora figured it all out! And the images are good, yes yes. Flora will get them," she mumbles, before heading to the workbench on the other end of the room and indeed, retrieving the negatives. "Flora still needs to make the opposite ones, yes. The normal ones. But that shouldn't be hard, no."
Fenris grins and stares at the sheet of leather in his hands, walking back and forth, closer and further from the window, watching the image come in and out of focus. "And you can make it clear and all these different sizes now?" he grins, "That is wonderful!" He lowers the sheet, standing in the path of the light. "And what about the time?" he asks, "Any luck with getting a faster image?"
"This helps, yes!" Flora murrs with a grin, pointing at the clear, brighter image. "Flora can't make it clear everywhere, though. There are limits, yes," she murrs, before focusing the beam on the wall again. "Flora will show, yes yes," she rumbles, taking a large piece of photographic paper and hanging it over the image of the clocktower.
Fenris lowers his large sheet and takes a seat on the edge of the bed to watch. "I'm also curious what you are hoping to capture with a faster process," he says, hoping that Flora might divulge her plan while she is excited and busy. Fenris only likes secrets if he is in on them, after all.
Flora grins and points at the sheet, grinning broadly. "Wait ten minutes, yes. Image will be clear... Flora thinks she can wait shorter, and get an image, too... But not on the... Flora calls it a negative, yes... Flora thinks a short time would still make a good positive, if given the chance, yes yes."
Fenris blinks. "Ten minutes!?" he cries, "That is amazing!" Who would have imagined? An accurate portait in ten minutes! "But how do you make the, um, negative into a positive?" he asks.
"No no. Flora needs ten minutes for the negative, then needs to fix that. Could make the positive in... Something similar, yes. Once the negative is fixed, yes. Then Flora needs to fix the positive." She points at the wall again, grinning as the paper is indeed, slowly, discolouring. "But... That is expensive, yes. Flora is working with another type of paper that takes three hours, then needs to be fixed. Lots cheaper, though."
Fenris shakes his head. Still, remarkable. "What do you want to DO with all of this, Flora?" he asks, "I mean, who are you going to take this to? The Academy? The Blackbacks? The King?"
A shake of Flora's head, a flick of her tail. "Flora isn't sure yet, no... Flora needs to think," she mumbles... "Flora... Flora likes the discovery-part. Isn't sure what to do with it now, no," she mumbles softly, silently looking as the image continues forming.
Fenris sits quietly and watches in wonder as the image burns itself into the paper. "What's next then?" he asks, looking to Flora, "I mean after you work out how to make the images fast and permanent? What is next?"
Flora shakes her head a little. "Flora doesn't know," she mumbles softly, sighing lightly. "Flora has a plan to prove she can do this, and show people, but then Flora doesn't know... Flora could make a lot of money, Flora guesses?" she mumbles softly, though not look looking as thrilled about it as one would expect. "Flora wouldn't even know what to do with it."
Fenris waves a hand and leans back on the bed. "Getting rid of money is easy," he says with a smile, "Just find something worth doing and people will line up at your door offering to take that money off of your hands." He looks at the forming shapes and shadows on the paper on the wall. "Do you think you could do this with colors?" he asks.
"Flora isn't sure... Flora would have to have something that responds to colors, yes. Flora thinks there is a way, but... Flora doesn't know if the things needed are available, no. And Flora wouldn't know how to do it, for now," she mumbles, shaking her head a bit.
Fenris just grins and continues to watch the image sear itself onto the paper. "It was only a thought," he says, "Something to do when you are rich and famous, perhaps." He looks at the familiar shape of the clock tower projected against the wall. "I suppose someone could always just paint color on after, right?" he says.
"Flora can... Think about it," she mumbles for a moment, looking out over the room silently. "Flora will think about it, but Flora isn't sure if it would work, no... Flora could always find something new, Flora guesses," she rumbles softly, smiling faintly.
Fenris nods. "Or do something else," he says. "Relearn lost creator technology, discover new creatures on Promise, Sail across the sea or to the stars! "
Flora's ears fold back at the mention of the sea, her tail twitching lightly, agitatedly. "Flora doesn't like water, no," she mumbles, her ears folded back as she looks up at Fenris for a moment, shaking her head lightly. "Flora wil think of something, yes yes."
Fenris smiles at his friend. "I know you will," he says. "Have you thought up a name yet for your light pictures yet?" he asks, looking back to the picture on the wall.
Flora mumbles a little, nodding a tad... "Flora maybe thought... Pictura Lucidae?" the cat offers, fiddling a bit with her paws as she looks out over the room again, ears folded back. She seems wholly unsure of the name at this point.
Fenris grins broadly. "Where on earth did you hear that?" he asks, "It is certainly appropriate, but I didn't realize you dabbled in academy-speak." It didn't really mean 'light pictures,' but it was good enough and sounded flashy. The nobility would eat it up and the academians would be too busy trying to figure it out to care what it was called. "I like it," he says. Bright Images would do just fine.
