2020-02-13 - For Science!
Corey and Vyv text about veil things.
IC Date: 2020-02-13
OOC Date: 2019-10-04
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: 2019-11-09 - Daft Punk Scores This 2020-02-04 - Contractual Obligations 2020-02-13 - Too Many Cooks
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3953
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Chef. You know about all this weird veil stuff? I'm kind of assuming if Iggy is including you in a discussion about it, you do?
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: I wouldn't say I know about all of it, but the general outlines, yes. I learn what I can.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Huh. That's going to make it easier to explain why I've got injuries now and again, if they affect work. So far so good.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Don't get injured. Or if you must, find a healer. But yes, broadly speaking, I suppose it ought to.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: I'm doing my very best not to get hurt. Not always possible though. Almost got defragged in a TRON-themed dream.:shocked emoji:
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: You hadn't noticed the... I never know quite what to call it. Spark? Although I suppose Ginger does have it too, and I've no idea if she knows anything about it yet.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Defragged. I hesitate to imagine what more efficient order you'd have been rearranged into. I've managed to stay uninjured thus far, myself.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Noticed, yes. But not everyone who glows, knows. And I didn't want you to think I was crazy.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Defragged? I think maybe I meant derezzed. Or dead, anyhow.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Well, probably wise. I would find it inconvenient if you lost your mind. And derezzed sounds like it might be the one. None of the three sound precisely ideal, however.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: The last time I found myself over there, I was almost betrothed. And entirely shot at by some sort of robot centaur guard.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Neither was on my to-do list.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Then I shall endeavour to stay sane for your convenience, chef.:grinning emoji: Robot centaur guard? That is both really awesome-sounding and kind of terrifying.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Good. See that you do. And they take their bureaucracy very seriously over there, it seems. Someone else pulled in made a scene about some contract, and insect drones came out to sting her. The guard-thing arrived after I delayed the drones. Apparently, they get a bit cross about that sort of thing.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: On the other hand, the paperwork thinks I'm a Marquis, so I suppose it could have been worse.
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: No, I won't think you've gone insane.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Marquis is a landed title isn't it? Does that mean you're the ruler of some border territory somewhere?
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Yes, so possibly. It's an interesting thought, isn't it?
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Of course that's just making me think now. What does veil butter taste like? Would it make a good flaky pastry?
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: I've had similar thoughts. What kind of new flavours might be out there? And would they be safe for those of us from this side?
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: Maybe with this soup thing Iggy wants to experiment with, we'll find out?
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Quite possibly. I can't say I'm certain I'm eager to be a guinea pig, though. Seems fairly up your alley -- not being a lab rat, but the R&D portion of proceedings.
(TXT to Vyv) Corey: For science!
(TXT to Corey) Vyv: Certainly there are worse motivations.
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