This Was a Triumph Mostly - RPLOG
Participants
Date
22/3/478
Log
There is a large, festive crowd gathered on the tournament grounds today. Hawkers selling wares, performers and general gawkers gathered at the entrance of the enormous Creator vessel. It seems that where last time the test of physical prowess had been open to all comers and all spectators, this test is meant to be rather more private. A line of attendants in identical white jumpsuits stand along the 'gangplank' of the ship with clipboards in hand, greeting volunteers. Some are accepted, while others are thanked and turned away. What sort of testing could they be doing?
Kalt makes her way to the tournament ground, the vixen's armor clinking gently as she makes her past all the hawkers, and the gawkers to the 'gangplank. Waiting in line to stand before an attendent, before she'd bow gently. "Ya said yer neein' folks for more testin'?" The Vixen's tail flicking gently as she remembers the great fun from the last time she got to test with them! Shame Rainer wasn't here to mess with.
Angus tightens the buckles on his bracers, making sure they fit well as he walks slowly behind Kalt. He had not been around for the testing last time, not wanting to miss another as he steps up next to Kalt and crosses his arms. "That, or maybe they are just here for a visit." He teases her, giving a smirk as he gazes over the location.
Siyu hmms slightly, still dressed in his billowing white desert outfit, the short rodent might be recognized, but funny that, first day back and there's already more creator nonsense? Well he's up for it. He walks wih a swish up towards the gangplank, seeing who else might be here, and what they're looking for? Hm, Angus and Kalt so far. He bows his covered head a bit to them.
Cassidy didn't want to miss another round of testing! The last one was rather fun, and -this- time she came in her own jumpsuit. Snug fitting and dark red, with black leather padding. Styled somewhat after the creator jumpsuits, but with a certain local touch to it. "Hello, Kalt! Angus," she calls as they two approach, offering a happy wave.
Kilani peers over at the strange vessel. She hasn't seen anything like this before... all the more reason to investigate, she supposes. Following the crowd as a whole, she politely declines any offer made to her by the merchants, while moving to stand in front of the attendants silently, staring at them and waiting for them to speak first, out of mild apprehension. She is dressed as she'd normally be, having no reason to be in anything special or different as of yet.
Rokarion yawns in a bored manner as the he moves towards the creator ship. Rokarion wasn't really excited about the prospect of testing at all, but the youthful plant was still quite interested in knowing what the Creator scholars were up to. Clad in his usual unassuming attire, covered by his large cloak, Rokarion steps towards the ship's ramp, offering Angus and Siyu a simple nod of acknowledgement.
A soft purr sounds, and Lady Longtail makes her way into the area. Riding atop her usual golem, Bastet. Her tail sways lightly behind her, her ears flick softly and her gaze wanders over the area with piqued curiosity.
Smiling attendants greet each being as they come, their strange, magical clip boards flashing a quick beam of light over them, apparently scanning them like a sacred doctor would.
"Miss Kalt Tiefkhul!" a female creator says, her translator helping with the pronunciation as she reaches out and pats Kalt's nose in what has unfortunately become the accepted greeting between beings and creators, "Welcome back! We would be glad to have you for this next round of testing. Please follow the lit path inside!" Cassidy receives a similar greeting.
The others are met just as cordially, if not by name and are given a quick scan by that beam of light. Each being is welcomed to join this test and instructed to follow a series of lit arrows along the floor, though there is some concern about Flora. The attendant greeting her frowns a bit at whatever his clipboard is telling him, but it is quickly replaced by a painted on smile. "We welcome you HIGHLADY Longtail," he says, "But we must ask that you leave your GOLEM behind and refrain from certain tasks in this round of tests. Please follow the lit path."
Kalt blinks as the woman pats her nose, the Vixen just blinking in confusion, before writing it off as just a creator thing... They are kind of weird after all. A swift nod of her head to the female creator as she gives a slight smile, before she begins to follow the lit path, peering slightly for a moment at those strange light up things in the floor, before focusing back on the path she was on, waiting just a moment herself for angus to catch up.
Angus stops for a moment as his nose is patted, staring at them in utter confusion as to how this is a registered greeting. "That was....odd." He states when he finally catches up with Kalt, just shaking his head a bit as he follows her along the path to whatever the creators had in store for them.
Siyu nods his hands into his robe s and he bows his head some to those gathered, "Greetings old friends..." he offers with a little smile behind the scarved robes, finally pulling it down to show his face, "Ah...Creators again..." well then, at least it's not being broadcast an intergalatic television. He still doesn't know if being adorable for millions of Creators was a good or bad thing. Simply looking as the light scans over him, "I wonder what they want this time..." he pulls back a bit from the nose pat...giving the creator an odd look and just bows in return to him.
Cassidy frowns a little at the touch to her muzzle. Her whiskers twitch, but she shrugs it off and follows after Kalt and the path, tail flicking behind her. "Hello, Siyu. Nice seeing you today," she says before giving a likewise wave to the others.
Kilani looks concerned about the scanning beam of light, before looking very confusedly at the attendant who patted her nose. She attempts to pull back from the pat, staring very unhappily at the attendant due to the physical contact, before glancing around at the other participants. She recognizes a few, which makes it mildly better, before promptly following the lighted markers with a frown still tugging at her face, very miffed about the pat.
Rokarion lets out a sigh as he gets patted on the nose, the plant not bothering with doing anything about it except nod and move towards the designated path, his jasmine scent wafting all around him as he walks with idle, yet brisk steps. Rokarion's eyes however do dart around, giving the insides of the Creator's ship a studious gaze.
A soft rumble, a small nod as Flora gestures for her golem to stay put. "Flora would prefer having Bastet nearby, yes," she mutters as she steps off and, with some effort, moves along the lit corridor. "Flora... Will try to avoid doing them, yes. Assuming Flora's told what Flora's not supposed to be doing, yes."
The lights lead the way along smooth, steel hallways. Occasionally the hallway branches, but the lit path leads straight ahead and regularly spaced Creators in uniform jump suits discourage any unauthorized exploring. It is very different from the massive arena that the beings had used the last time the science vessel landed here. After a short walk, the hallway opens into a well lit, spacious room, lined with large, cushioned chairs rooted to the floor.
Several attendants are helping a few earlier arrivals with something attached to their seats. One male attendant steps up to the group with his clipboard in hand. "Welcome!" he says, his translator speaking along with him, "Today's test will mostly involve problem solving and thinking skills. We ask that each of you take a seat. I assure you that each chair will be quite comfortable. On the arm of each chair is a small, LISTENING DEVICE that we ask you to place on your neck, here." He indicates a spot just under his jaw and ear. "It will hold itself in place and is solely for the purpose of gathering information," he continues, "When you are situated, we ask that you lay back in the chair and clearly state your name and any pertinent TITLES."
Kalt snickers slightly at Angus as she shrugs gently. "They're a bit weird yeah. But m'guessin' it's just part of their whole thing an' all." A swift nod from the vixen before she looks to the Male attendant with a slight nod before she moves to her chair. The Vixen sitting in the chair carefully as she tries to follow with what he had told her, picking up the device before putting it as best as she can, in the place he had told her too. "Uhm... Kalt Tiefkuhl, of the Solacious house."
Angus gives Kalt a hug before she moves to her seat, ears flicking as he eyes the creatro attendant. Moving over to take his seat he places the device on as he is asked, laying back in the chair before he answers. "Lord Angus Solacious of the Solacious house, also know as Captain Revel of the divine sentinel unit."
Siyu sits, and he takes the device, he looks at it somewhat curiously, but then attaches it where it was indicated, "Gang Xi Siyu, Siyu is fine for your records, of Shralestra. As for rank, nothing which matters in Firmament...merchant, trader, smith and medic."
Cassidy hums softly before moving off to settle in a seat, taking the listening device and settling it around her neck. "Lady Cassidy Solacious, of both the Solacious house of Firmament and the Cinderglow Estate, Captain of the Sweetwater military."
Kilani does as told, taking her chair and putting the device on silently, crossing her hands in her lap afterwards and waiting for the rest of them to speak first, staring up at the attendant and then stating her name quietly and curtly.. "I am known as Kilani."
Rokarion takes the offered device, shifting it left and right, scanning the object with his eyes before finally setting it on the designated spot. Rokarion then took a seat, taking the chance to take out one of his notebooks as well as some pens before muttering, "Rokarion." In his nonchalant and neutral tone.
A nod, and Flora follows the instructions to the letter, taking a moment to observe the listening-device with more piqued curiosity. "High Lady Flora Longtail, Owner and head of Longtech Industries. Inventor, non-magical scholar and golem-crafter... Flora thinks that is everything, yes."
As each being states their name, a shimmering panel of light appears before each chair, displaying the being's stated name along with a collection of charts, graphs, moving images and scrolling words and symbols. White garbed attendants walk up and down the two rows of chairs and tapping their magic clip boards. One stops to frown at some markings on Kilani's chart, but makes a few notes, then moves on.
A female Creator stands in the center of the room and clears her throat. "Welcome BEINGS of FIRMAMENT," she says, "We are grateful for your help in our scientific inquiry and assure you that everything is perfectly safe." She waves at the shimmering walls of scrolling information. "These IMAGES are showing us how your bodies and brains are reacting to the things around you. We will ask you to perform several small tasks and will gather information from the LISTENING DEVICES on your necks. Please feel free to ask questions of your attendants."
She taps something on her clip board and a small, translucent box appears, hovering in the air before each being. "Your first task," the woman says, "Is to open this box." She gives no other instructions.
Kalt blinks as the light show suddenly unfolds before her, the vixen tilting her head away for a moment, before leaning in to gently inspect the box... Well, she wants it open does she? Simple enough, the vixen just needs to use the tried and true method... Brute strength. With that simple line of thought, and assurance that would work, she reaches out to try and grab the box, and frankly rip it apart... if such was at all possible to begin with.
Angus narrows his eyes as the box appears, more of the creators strange things. Kalt's method gets his attention, watching her try and tear the thing apart before he turns back to lean forward and inspect it with his fingers to see if there are any catches or anything other then the button.
Siyu hms and considers, he tilts his head at the box, and he will simply adjust his soul gems for a moment, sliding out two gems and picking two that may help better. He adjusts his rough fingers, and then feels around the box. Seeing if there is a click, a bit of prssure, testing it, feeling it.
Cassidy tilts her head, peering at the box for a moment. She reaches out, tentatively at first, to try to take the box in both ands. Provided it's not some illusion, she looks it over for any kind of symbolism that might lend to magic. Upon finding the button, she gives it a little press and hums.
Kilani returns the strange look at the attendant, before staring at the box silently for a few minutes. She proceeds to prod the button on one side of the box, before considering for a few more seconds. She proceeds to attempt to open the box the sensible way, as one would open a chest, and attempt to slide her nails against each seam, trying to pry them in and out
Rokarion taps his chin as the holograms appear, quickly writing done some notes and doodling some sketches on his notebook before going back to the box, the plant being removing his gloves and proceeding to grab the box and inspect it from every angle, trying to figure out its mechanisms. He also begins gives the button a single press to test it before going back to his studying of the box.
A soft rumble, a tailflick, and Flora takes a moment to examine the box with a curious look on her face. Firstly, she switches her soulgems around, before taking care of the nextmost important thing: Figuring out what the box is made of, so the cat takes a moment to tap each of the sides with the screwdriver from her spark-given multitool, listening to the sounds that are created, and looking for any deformations on the surface, avoiding the buttons for now.
Afterwards, she opts to squeeze the sides, taking note of any springyness or other qualities. A few similar tests, and the cat finally opts for the most obvious act of all.
Flora presses the button, first shortly, then longer, for at least four different lenghts of time, all the while listening and watching for changes.
