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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The corridor of the Creator Vessel is much the same as it was for the testing the other day. Clean white-lit halls and smooth, steel walls. A Creator woman in a white jumpsuit with one of their magic clip boards leads the way. "I remind you that this is all under special agreement and you are not to bring any LISTENING DEVICES or technology of any kind." She continues to ramble in technical terms as she leads the pair of beings to the room with the special, egg shaped chairs.<br> <br>"Flora understands," the cat rumbles, a few flicks of her tails. Within her bag is a rather large stack of paperwork, unsigned so far. "Flora has some other things to do beforehand, yes," the cat notes, holding up her back. "Anything that happens during these events is confidential on promise," the cat rumbles, holding up her bag for one of the Creators to flip through the paperwork. |
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| + | Soon after, here gaze travels to Sveta, a small smile on her muzzle. "Flora hasn't had much time to talk with friend Sveta yet. Flora trusts business in Cliffside was successful, yes? And 'business' as well?"<br> <br>Sveta follows Flora and the woman down the corridor, doing her best to keep pace with the rather more enthusiastic employer. Although the goshawk tries to keep a straight face, she can't help but look a little worried at the prospect of what's ahead. "I know I've asked before, but...this is safe, right?" | ||
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| + | "And as for the business...it went well enough. I'm sure the reports I wrote did detail a few proposals for a new store over at Cliffside." Mention of extra "business" is carefully avoided.<br> <br>Alicia has little to add as she follows quietly along behind the others, hands folded in front of her. She was largely just here to look after the highlady and ensure that nothing went amiss. She remembered the Creator reluctant to let the golems in last time, so providing a bit of extra security, should it be needed, was also on her agenda.<br> <br>Three of the egg shaped chairs have been prepped for use, the soft, padded side ready for beings to sit in. The others seem to be turned away and half sunk into the floor for storage. Three Creators, two men and one woman stand waiting, one beside each chair to assist the LongTech Representatives. | ||
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| + | The woman leading the group takes the stack of papers with a disdainful frown. "And what is all of this supposed to be?" she asks, "I am afraid if you want me to read all of this or sign anything, you will have to wait until our LAW SCHOLARS go through all of this." She turns a benevolent smile on Sveta. "I assure you that it is perfectly safe," she says, "I shall be joining you in the ILLUSION to provide any assistance you may need." She takes a place by a small terminal set in the wall and waves her hand in a set of complex motions and another chair rises from its stored position. "If the HIGHLADY will forego all of her PAPERWORK we can begin," she says, "Simply take a seat. I assure you that you have nithing to worry about."<br> <br>Another soft rumble, a shake of the head, and Flora gestures at the paperwork. "Flora suggests they hurry up then, yes. Flora did say Flora would bring paperwork, yes," the cat notes, rolling her shoulders, and flicking her tails. "Before Flora leaves, Flora expects the paperwork signed, yes," the cat notes with a rumble, her tails still swaying. | ||
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| + | "Flora has already used the machine, yes, friend Sveta. And Flora is fine."<br> <br>Sveta still looks a bit worried, but nods and settles down in one of the seats, waiting for something - although she's not quite sure what - to happen.<br> <br>Alicia glances amongst the seats for a moment, but upon Flora's vouching for their safety, she settles in one of her own. Dressed smoothed down and hands folded in her lap, one ear perks while the other remains half-flopped over itself. "So... How does this work?"<br> <br>The Creator woman frowns. "I will not play legal games, HIGHLADY," she says, "You are here only as a courtesy from Mister Harkenson. And while I respect your position, it means very little here. You may use the ILLUSION MACHINE under our terms or not at all. This is non-negotiable. If this is about your privacy, know that the technology necessary to use or view the information we gather is illegal for distribution on PROMISE and will be inaccessible to anyone aside from cleared CREATOR personel." | ||
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| + | One of the Creator assistants smiles at Alicia and indicates an empty seat. "It is simple to use," she says, "You will simply sit in this chai and I will fit you with a special device that will tell us what your body and brain are doing. Then the chair will use it to create an ILLUSION, like a waking dream. You will be free to act there. It is very easy. You will see."<br> <br>"Then there should be no issue signing, no," the cat rumbles, her tails swaying. "Flora will take those terms. For now. Flora expects those papers signed before next time," the cat notes after a moment of contemplation, before taking the same seat she took the first time.<br> <br>The explanation calms Sveta somewhat, and the goshawk settles in her chair, looking to Flora for reassurance before trying to get as comfortable and await what happens next. An illusion... well, so long as she's in control of herself all the while, it should be an interesting experience.<br> <br>"That sounds fine, then," Alicia says with a nod, the perked ear relaxing as she leans back. "A waking dream, huh...? That sounds interesting, certainly. Worth giving it a try, since I am here, at least. And h- Flora seems to trust it."<br> <br>The woman gives an exasperated sigh, then sets aside the stack of papers and takes a seat in the fouth chair, affixing a small metal plate behind her ear. "Let us begin, then," she says. Then she rattles off some instructions to her assistants and leans back in her chair, which begins to recline as a visor slides down over her face. | ||
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| + | The other Creators carefully help the three beings into their seats, which are very comfortable, affixing a small plate that seems to adhere all by itself just behind each being's jaw. "Just relax," the female Creator says as the chairs start to tip back, and visors lower over the participants eyes, "Beginning in 3, 2, 1. . ." | ||
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| + | Then the chairs are gone! As is the ship and the assistants! Flora, Sveta, Alicia and The Creator Scholar are standing in an empty room, white light beaming down from above onto a slate grey floor.Facing the group is another Creator, a male in a white jump suit. "Welcome, New Users," the man says, "Please state your names for future reference."<br> <br>Flora smiles and nods, her tails swaying lazily as she waits for the illusion to set in. SOon enough, she's in, and she offers a small nod. "Flora Longtail. Yes."<br> <br>Sveta eyes her new surroundings suspiciously, still a little disoriented from the sudden transistion. So, this must be the illusion? It's a very realistic one, it must be admitted. "Svetlana Kuznetsova."<br> <br>Alicia looks down at her hands as she finds herself in the odd not-room, waving them in front of her face before looking at the others in turn. How odd! "Uh, oh. Alicia! Alice," she says more plainly after reorienting herself. | ||
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Log
The corridor of the Creator Vessel is much the same as it was for the testing the other day. Clean white-lit halls and smooth, steel walls. A Creator woman in a white jumpsuit with one of their magic clip boards leads the way. "I remind you that this is all under special agreement and you are not to bring any LISTENING DEVICES or technology of any kind." She continues to ramble in technical terms as she leads the pair of beings to the room with the special, egg shaped chairs.
"Flora understands," the cat rumbles, a few flicks of her tails. Within her bag is a rather large stack of paperwork, unsigned so far. "Flora has some other things to do beforehand, yes," the cat notes, holding up her back. "Anything that happens during these events is confidential on promise," the cat rumbles, holding up her bag for one of the Creators to flip through the paperwork.
Soon after, here gaze travels to Sveta, a small smile on her muzzle. "Flora hasn't had much time to talk with friend Sveta yet. Flora trusts business in Cliffside was successful, yes? And 'business' as well?"
Sveta follows Flora and the woman down the corridor, doing her best to keep pace with the rather more enthusiastic employer. Although the goshawk tries to keep a straight face, she can't help but look a little worried at the prospect of what's ahead. "I know I've asked before, but...this is safe, right?"
"And as for the business...it went well enough. I'm sure the reports I wrote did detail a few proposals for a new store over at Cliffside." Mention of extra "business" is carefully avoided.
Alicia has little to add as she follows quietly along behind the others, hands folded in front of her. She was largely just here to look after the highlady and ensure that nothing went amiss. She remembered the Creator reluctant to let the golems in last time, so providing a bit of extra security, should it be needed, was also on her agenda.
Three of the egg shaped chairs have been prepped for use, the soft, padded side ready for beings to sit in. The others seem to be turned away and half sunk into the floor for storage. Three Creators, two men and one woman stand waiting, one beside each chair to assist the LongTech Representatives.
The woman leading the group takes the stack of papers with a disdainful frown. "And what is all of this supposed to be?" she asks, "I am afraid if you want me to read all of this or sign anything, you will have to wait until our LAW SCHOLARS go through all of this." She turns a benevolent smile on Sveta. "I assure you that it is perfectly safe," she says, "I shall be joining you in the ILLUSION to provide any assistance you may need." She takes a place by a small terminal set in the wall and waves her hand in a set of complex motions and another chair rises from its stored position. "If the HIGHLADY will forego all of her PAPERWORK we can begin," she says, "Simply take a seat. I assure you that you have nithing to worry about."
Another soft rumble, a shake of the head, and Flora gestures at the paperwork. "Flora suggests they hurry up then, yes. Flora did say Flora would bring paperwork, yes," the cat notes, rolling her shoulders, and flicking her tails. "Before Flora leaves, Flora expects the paperwork signed, yes," the cat notes with a rumble, her tails still swaying.
"Flora has already used the machine, yes, friend Sveta. And Flora is fine."
Sveta still looks a bit worried, but nods and settles down in one of the seats, waiting for something - although she's not quite sure what - to happen.
Alicia glances amongst the seats for a moment, but upon Flora's vouching for their safety, she settles in one of her own. Dressed smoothed down and hands folded in her lap, one ear perks while the other remains half-flopped over itself. "So... How does this work?"
The Creator woman frowns. "I will not play legal games, HIGHLADY," she says, "You are here only as a courtesy from Mister Harkenson. And while I respect your position, it means very little here. You may use the ILLUSION MACHINE under our terms or not at all. This is non-negotiable. If this is about your privacy, know that the technology necessary to use or view the information we gather is illegal for distribution on PROMISE and will be inaccessible to anyone aside from cleared CREATOR personel."
One of the Creator assistants smiles at Alicia and indicates an empty seat. "It is simple to use," she says, "You will simply sit in this chai and I will fit you with a special device that will tell us what your body and brain are doing. Then the chair will use it to create an ILLUSION, like a waking dream. You will be free to act there. It is very easy. You will see."
"Then there should be no issue signing, no," the cat rumbles, her tails swaying. "Flora will take those terms. For now. Flora expects those papers signed before next time," the cat notes after a moment of contemplation, before taking the same seat she took the first time.
The explanation calms Sveta somewhat, and the goshawk settles in her chair, looking to Flora for reassurance before trying to get as comfortable and await what happens next. An illusion... well, so long as she's in control of herself all the while, it should be an interesting experience.
"That sounds fine, then," Alicia says with a nod, the perked ear relaxing as she leans back. "A waking dream, huh...? That sounds interesting, certainly. Worth giving it a try, since I am here, at least. And h- Flora seems to trust it."
The woman gives an exasperated sigh, then sets aside the stack of papers and takes a seat in the fouth chair, affixing a small metal plate behind her ear. "Let us begin, then," she says. Then she rattles off some instructions to her assistants and leans back in her chair, which begins to recline as a visor slides down over her face.
The other Creators carefully help the three beings into their seats, which are very comfortable, affixing a small plate that seems to adhere all by itself just behind each being's jaw. "Just relax," the female Creator says as the chairs start to tip back, and visors lower over the participants eyes, "Beginning in 3, 2, 1. . ."
Then the chairs are gone! As is the ship and the assistants! Flora, Sveta, Alicia and The Creator Scholar are standing in an empty room, white light beaming down from above onto a slate grey floor.Facing the group is another Creator, a male in a white jump suit. "Welcome, New Users," the man says, "Please state your names for future reference."
Flora smiles and nods, her tails swaying lazily as she waits for the illusion to set in. SOon enough, she's in, and she offers a small nod. "Flora Longtail. Yes."
Sveta eyes her new surroundings suspiciously, still a little disoriented from the sudden transistion. So, this must be the illusion? It's a very realistic one, it must be admitted. "Svetlana Kuznetsova."
Alicia looks down at her hands as she finds herself in the odd not-room, waving them in front of her face before looking at the others in turn. How odd! "Uh, oh. Alicia! Alice," she says more plainly after reorienting herself.
