With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

[Attention Counting]

A treaty federation built on consensus where the states are independent nations? I don't know, the American Union? AU?

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The AU abbreviation refers (or at least, previously referred) to Australia. I'm not sure how our friends from the land down under are doing but let's keep it open for them. Why not just add an "s" at the end? Something like... the American Union State?

We marched north as traitors, and came home as kings! Every man a king!

Spoiler: American Union State

Kaiserreich was a balm to my soul. I racked up 10,000 hours in the mod over the years.

 

[Mr Zoat]

if we work together

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Thank you, corrected.

 

[m_d]

Limit us to things made before the Equalizing Plague.

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Should all be 'Equalising' I think, or maybe 'Equalizing'.

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I think both are acceptable in British spelling. 'z' is used in the Oxford standard, chosen to conform to a the Greek suffix used in the root word. 's' is used in some other British dictionaries and style guides. I couldn't say which is more common.

I would note that the term itself used in this fic has been inconsistent, let alone the spelling. It's possible that Thanagarians have different ways of referring to it depending on the background of the speaker, similar to how different generations use The Great War vs. The First World War vs. World War I to refer to the same historical event, even within the same geographic and linguistic background in our world. I mean, given that the people using the terms are not even all from the same continuity or planet, some variation would not be surprising, though Paul has a habit of picking a name for something and being consistent with it even when it would be more socially acceptable to shift terms dependent on context, and this case seems to be an exception.

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'the Equalisation Plague', used in:
- Headhunted (part 4) by Commander Fel Andar of the Blades of Alstair to Paul
- Rampage (part 5) by Paul in conversation with Jade about Shayera Thal/Hawkgirl II
- Foundation (parts 11 and 12) by Lantern Paran Dul to Paul, and Paul's internal thoughts respectively
- Wing and Dagger (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally
- Workhorse (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally

'the Equality Plague', used in: Wing and Dagger (parts 2, 6, 18, 21) by Sharon Parker/Chay-ara/Hawkgirl I-ish, Paul, Raquel Ervin/Rocket, Bleez
- Conqueror's Moon (part 9) by Renegade Paul/Grayen to Shayera of Earth-50
- Workhorse (part 10) by Bleez to Paul and Jade
- Codominion (part 17) by Paul to Bleez

 

[Sockmonkey]

He can just pirate their content. What are they going to do? But can't Earth just use Mars content instead? They do seem to be psychologically similar enough to love Earth content.

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Most martian stuff would have a telepathic component that would require martian biotech to play it back properly.
Do the Tamaranians still have any of their media archives stashed away?

 

[Mr Zoat]

I think both are acceptable in British spelling. 'z' is used in the Oxford standard, chosen to conform to a the Greek suffix used in the root word. 's' is used in some other British dictionaries and style guides. I couldn't say which is more common.

I would note that the term itself used in this fic has been inconsistent, let alone the spelling. It's possible that Thanagarians have different ways of referring to it depending on the background of the speaker, similar to how different generations use The Great War vs. The First World War vs. World War I to refer to the same historical event, even within the same geographic and linguistic background in our world. I mean, given that the people using the terms are not even all from the same continuity or planet, some variation would not be surprising, though Paul has a habit of picking a name for something and being consistent with it even when it would be more socially acceptable to shift terms dependent on context, and this case seems to be an exception.

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'the Equalisation Plague', used in:
- Headhunted (part 4) by Commander Fel Andar of the Blades of Alstair to Paul
- Rampage (part 5) by Paul in conversation with Jade about Shayera Thal/Hawkgirl II
- Foundation (parts 11 and 12) by Lantern Paran Dul to Paul, and Paul's internal thoughts respectively
- Wing and Dagger (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally
- Workhorse (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally

'the Equality Plague', used in: Wing and Dagger (parts 2, 6, 18, 21) by Sharon Parker/Chay-ara/Hawkgirl I-ish, Paul, Raquel Ervin/Rocket, Bleez
- Conqueror's Moon (part 9) by Renegade Paul/Grayen to Shayera of Earth-50
- Workhorse (part 10) by Bleez to Paul and Jade
- Codominion (part 17) by Paul to Bleez

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Thank you, corrected.

 

[Duke Long]

I think both are acceptable in British spelling. 'z' is used in the Oxford standard, chosen to conform to a the Greek suffix used in the root word. 's' is used in some other British dictionaries and style guides. I couldn't say which is more common.

I would note that the term itself used in this fic has been inconsistent, let alone the spelling. It's possible that Thanagarians have different ways of referring to it depending on the background of the speaker, similar to how different generations use The Great War vs. The First World War vs. World War I to refer to the same historical event, even within the same geographic and linguistic background in our world. I mean, given that the people using the terms are not even all from the same continuity or planet, some variation would not be surprising, though Paul has a habit of picking a name for something and being consistent with it even when it would be more socially acceptable to shift terms dependent on context, and this case seems to be an exception.

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'the Equalisation Plague', used in:
- Headhunted (part 4) by Commander Fel Andar of the Blades of Alstair to Paul
- Rampage (part 5) by Paul in conversation with Jade about Shayera Thal/Hawkgirl II
- Foundation (parts 11 and 12) by Lantern Paran Dul to Paul, and Paul's internal thoughts respectively
- Wing and Dagger (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally
- Workhorse (part 23) by High Mor Krandor Vat of Thanagar internally

'the Equality Plague', used in: Wing and Dagger (parts 2, 6, 18, 21) by Sharon Parker/Chay-ara/Hawkgirl I-ish, Paul, Raquel Ervin/Rocket, Bleez
- Conqueror's Moon (part 9) by Renegade Paul/Grayen to Shayera of Earth-50
- Workhorse (part 10) by Bleez to Paul and Jade
- Codominion (part 17) by Paul to Bleez

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Interesting, I was not aware that z was acceptable in such words.

I did think the wording was inconsistent, but I couldn't be arsed to check and I figured I had misremembered. Glad to see my initial memory was actually correct this once. I did consider the possibility that different people would have different spellings or wordings, and if that had been happening here I wouldn't have corrected it. I corrected it because Oh El was using different spellings of the word within ten minutes of each other, and it seemed unlikely to me that he'd suddenly change his mental spelling without it being explicitly mentioned, and such inconsistency is, as you say, unusual for him.

 

[ziggrrauglurr]

"I was… Thinking. About how computers store data."

"I can use a word processor."

"Ah-. The important point is that the term 'cloud' is nonsense. All data is stored in a physical location. Right?"

"Yes?"

"Now, with older forms of data storage, connecting to where the data storage existed in the physical world required things to move around. I remember reading about a computer where they couldn't work out how data was getting from one point to another, because according to the design of the system it shouldn't be able to. It turned out that two locations were close enough together that the data reader could be made to jump across from one-." He gives me a blank look. "Ah, like a record player with two records, and you hit the needle to make it jump to the other record."

"Ah! I understend now."

"So… Is there a way-?" His eyes widen. "There i-?"

"An indirect evocation, made by-." His mouth slowly forms into a smile. "Thet is brilliant."

"My knowledge of magic is slightly better than your knowledge of server architecture, but-."

"You can evoke the God of Lies by evoking the God of Lies. But you can also evoke the God of Lies by lying a great deal."

"Yes?"

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Couldn't read during the week, sorry if it's an old discussion, ...

but, this is the first time in all the years I read this story that a concept didn't really grok...

The informatics parable being told is really odd. I work in IT and I can't understand what is supposed to have been happening, because it doesn't seem possible at first glance...

Could anyone explain what they think is being told?

Spoiler: What I think is being told

The parable is straight,

a reading device was jumping between two machines because of "physical" proximity, without not being clear to people. T

he only way for that to happen is with a switch, like the ones that floppy drives for institutions used to have, you could change the computer accessing the drive with a physical switch making it cheaper to provide a drive to many machines. If that's the story, then how it relates to the old adage "Cloud is someone else's computer"...

I might be wrong in something, is so, tell me, thanks!

 

[Mr Zoat]

7th September 2013
20:51 GMT

I push open the doors to the public house and I'm halfway across the floor to the bar before the thanagarian marines engaged in midday drinking around me have finished double-taking. Surprise surprise, the drinking den closest to the capital's military spaceport is the sole province of the soldiers who work there. And… A couple of officers on one corner table, presumably to keep an eye on the rest.

Jade was looking around in suspicion as I led us here, but it wasn't until I walked inside that she actually stopped. Bleez on the other hand wasn't particularly bothered, but she's now stuck standing behind Jade in the doorway.

The barwoman -a scarred thanagarian woman who probably works as her own bouncer- gives me a look reminiscent of a cat that can't quite believe that the mouse is walking up to it; confident that it could kill and eat it but kind of curious how the mouse thinks this is going to go.

Since this is still 'social drinking' time, the bar stools are unoccupied while the soldiers huddle around tables-.

I hear a thud and an excited shout from the far side of the room as an arm wrestling match concludes itself, and the loser growls for a moment before downing… Ah, I'm not sure what that is but from his reaction it doesn't taste very nice. Winner and loser then shuffle around as a new pair clasp hands and the huddle around them place new bets.

Well, the bar's free, so I take a stool and beckon to the barwoman.

"One glass of dritz, please."

Her remaining eye boggles at someone doing the thanagarian equivalent of walking into a gold rush saloon and asking for a glass of Champagne.

"And-." I turn around as Jade just about finishes her threat assessment and gives me an unamused look. I smile and make a gesture of appeal, and she-.

And she walks with complete confidence and poise across the common room, her eyes moving the exact minimum amount required to give her warning if one of the patrons tries something.

Bleez on the other hand just strolls after her, and she gets-. Well, she's not done up as she would be on stage and I don't think they're recognising her, but they do recognise that she's higher class then them. I caused confusion and it's turning to low level hostility, but I'd say we've got a good three minutes before anyone makes an issue of our presence physically. But these thanagarians are low class. Probably living in barracks because they come from the undercity and the barracks are better.

Jade reaches the bar, and turns so that her back is to it while she can see the room. Bleez on the other hand just takes the seat next to me.

"And a glass each for my friends."

"We don't serve dritz here."

"Oh." Bleez looks at me. "Yeah, a place like this is not going to serve dritz."

"How about-?"

Bleez bats me with her wing. "Just-. Three qwarts of blurn, and-. Not the 'for aliens' version."

"We don't have drinks for aliens here, either."

"Well… Three drinks for me, then."

The barwoman doesn't immediately move, but after a brief moment of hesitation she turns and takes three large metal tankards off the back wall.

"Why are there cages?" I half-turn to see Jade looking up at the… Large ceiling-mounted… Enclosures. "Do thanagarians have gogo dancers?"

Bleez looks up for a moment, then shakes her head. "Not in places like this. Those are for cage matches."

"Wait, really?" / "Cage matches."

"Sure!"

"They're not very big."

"It's a wrestling thing, not full-on sparring. You're not supposed to use your wings. You wanna try?"

"Hah! No. Unless I master nth metal threading, even a thanagarian child would be stronger than me."

Bleez looks at Jade, who carries on surveying the room for a moment-

"There!" Tha barwoman thumps down our drinks. "And you better finish them! That's my mother's recipe."

-before glancing her way and noticing her interest. "My unarmed style focuses on agility, not strength."

I turn back to the bar-. Ah, that's the horrific abomination against the brewer's art I remember. "Your armed style focuses on agility, too." I pick up the tankard with.. a little ring assistance and nod to the barwoman. "Gatz."

And then I put it to my lips and tip it up… The smell is actually quite nice, and the flavour is alright. It's the texture that forces me to make an effort to avoid gagging -that and the wriggling- but with my rings eliminating my need to breathe...

I put the tankard down empty, and smile at the barwoman.

She looks slightly less unimpressed about me being here.

"Huh." And so does Bleez. "Now, really, you're supposed to belch really loudly and then throw the tankard at someone."

"I'm not going completely native. Bloody useless thanagarian mercenaries…"

The barwoman snorts. "That aimed at me? This isn't some spacer bar."

"Yeah, but they're all ex-military, aren't they? Or current military working for the bald-pinioned Crows."

She rolls her eye. "I'll leave a bad review for you. Company?"

"Blades of Alstair. Seriously, if the bar thing gets boring, find a more professional-" Ah, she knows the name. "-outfit. Regular, well-paying work within their risk threshold, and I get five minute's notice before they fly off."

"Where?"

"Vega. Sure, a couple of big players got taken down, but that just means that all the little wannabe operators are going to be kicking up a fuss. If they were getting bored, I could have found something more exciting for them to do. There any other outfits around here?"

"This is a military bar-." She looks past me. "Uh."

I turn-. Jade's walked over to three… Women who could be Shayera Thal's sisters, except they're carrying axes rather than maces-.

I look further, and see the heavily scarred target post.

The one whose turn it is currently throws an axe, managing to hit the middle ring. Jade's right arm moves, and there's a knife in the bull's-eye and three sets of hostile eyes focused on the interloper.

The closest one spreads her wings slightly. "Not enough weight."

Jade shrugs. "Weight doesn't matter if you can't hit the target."

"If my axe hit you and your knife hit me, I know which of us would still be standing."

"If it hit." Her hand moves again, and another knife hits the target next to the first. "And if you were immune to poison. Which you're not-."

An alarm blares from the ceiling, and curses are muttered from around the room as every soldier begins piling-.

Bang!

An officer stands, his tankard slamming into his table. At once the soldiers around the room settle, their movement towards the exit becoming more orderly.

"What's that?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, alien. You drinking anything else, or am I throwing you out so I can clean up and go home?"

 

[hkim]

Someone did it agaiiiiiin

 

[Chojin Patriarch]

7th September 2013
20:51 GMT

I push open the doors to the public house and I'm halfway across the floor to the bar before the thanagarian marines engaged in midday drinking around me have finished double-taking. Surprise surprise, the drinking den closest to the capital's military spaceport is the sole province of the soldiers who work there. And… A couple of officers on one corner table, presumably to keep an eye on the rest.

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I see OL and company are keeping busy. I presume they're here to dig for information about the Blades of Alstair taking a powder in Vega through local contacts, rather than a quick round down the pub after a long day.

Spoiler: Commentary spoilered for length

Jade was looking around in suspicion as I led us here, but it wasn't until I walked inside that she actually stopped. Bleez on the other hand wasn't particularly bothered, but she's now stuck standing behind Jade in the doorway.

The barwoman -a scarred thanagarian woman who probably works as her own bouncer- gives me a look reminiscent of a cat that can't quite believe that the mouse is walking up to it; confident that it could kill and eat it but kind of curious how the mouse thinks this is going to go.

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Admittedly, this mouse could pick the cat up and slam them around the room a couple of times, relatively speaking.

Since this is still 'social drinking' time, the bar stools are unoccupied while the soldiers huddle around tables-.

I hear a thud and an excited shout from the far side of the room as an arm wrestling match concludes itself, and the loser growls for a moment before downing… Ah, I'm not sure what that is but from his reaction it doesn't taste very nice. Winner and loser then shuffle around as a new pair clasp hands and the huddle around them place new bets.

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Nice touch with a shitty beer being the penalty for losing. Really showing their warrior aspects.

Well, the bar's free, so I take a stool and beckon to the barwoman.

"One glass of dritz, please."

Her remaining eye boggles at someone doing the thanagarian equivalent of walking into a gold rush saloon and asking for a glass of Champaign.

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To be fair for OL, he's generally been hob-nobbing it in Thanagarian culture, so he might not have realised a local dive bar might not has a wine cellar.

"And-." I turn around as Jade just about finishes her threat assessment and gives me an unamused look. I smile and make a gesture of appeal, and she-.

And she walks with complete confidence and poise across the common roof, her eyes moving the exact minimum amount required to give her warning if one of the patrons tries something.

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No doubt the more sober ones are taking note of that and re-evaluating her threat rating in their eyes. Slightly.

Bleez on the other hand just strolls after her, and she gets-. Well, she's not done up as she would be on stage and I don't think they're recognising her, but they do recognise that she's higher class then them. I caused confusion and it's turning to low level hostility, but I'd say we've got a good three minutes before anyone makes an issue of our presence physically. But these thanagarians are low class. Probably living in barracks because they come from the undercity and the barracks are better.

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And Bleez is probably just being dismissed as 'shy little rich girl slumming it with her weird alien friends.'

Jade reaches the bar, and turns so that her back is to it while she can see the room. Bleez on the other hand just takes the seat next to me.

"And a glass each for my friends."

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Hopefully one of them knows more about the local booze. Bleez?

"We don't serve dritz here."

"Oh." Bleez looks at me. "Yeah, a place like this is not going to serve dritz."

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Good, see? If he'd asked her first, they could have avoided the embarrassment.

"How about-?"

Bleez bats me with her wing. "Just-. Three qwarts of blurn, and-. Not the 'for aliens' version."

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I wonder if that's anything like the concept of spicy Asian food for 'not-locals' - toned down in spiciness considerably for weaker American palettes.

"We don't have drinks for aliens here, either."

"Well… Three drinks for me, then."

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And if her alien friends should happen to 'borrow' them, well, she's not going to complain.

The barwoman doesn't immediately move, but after a brief moment of hesitation she turns and takes three large metal tankards off the back wall.

"Why are there cages?" I half-turn to see Jade looking up at the… Large ceiling-mounted… Enclosures. "Do thanagarians have gogo dancers?"

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This doesn't seem the sort of place, really.

Bleez looks up for a moment, then shakes her head. "Not in places like this. Those are for cage matches."

"Wait, really?" / "Cage matches."

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They must be short and bloody, if they start in arm's reach.

"Sure!"

"They're not very big."

"It's a wrestling thing, not full-on sparring. You're not supposed to use your wings. You wanna try?"

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Makes sense to me.

"Hah! No. Unless I master nth metal threading, even a thanagarian child would be stronger than me."

Bleez looks at Jade, who carrying on surveying the room for a moment-

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That's impressive. I thought OL was improved to his peak physical condition. Then again, that's probably not close to peak human condition for DC Humans.

"There!" Tha barwoman thumps down our drinks. "And you better finish them! That's my mother's recipe."

-before glancing her way and noticing her interest. "My unarmed style focuses on agility, not strength."

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Lots of tumbling, for instance, and slicing weak points with blades or nails...

I turn back to the bar-. Ah, that's the horrific abomination against the brewer's art I remember. "Your armed style focuses on agility, too." I pick up the tankard with.. a little ring assistance and nod to the barwoman. "Gatz."

And then I put it to my lips and tip it up… The smell is actually quite nice, and the flavour is alright. It's the texture that forces me to make an effort to avoid gagging -that and the wriggling- but with my rings eliminating my need to breathe...

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...Now I don't want to know what was in there. Hopefully his Ring can eliminate anything harmful once it's in his gut.

I put the tankard down empty, and smile at the barwoman.

She looks slightly less unimpressed about me being here.

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That or she's trying to work out if you cheated somehow, given the Power Ring.

"Huh." And so does Bleez. "Now, really, you're supposed to belch really loudly and then throw the tankard at someone."

"I'm not going completely native. Bloody useless thanagarian mercenaries…"

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Ah, a good way to segue into his reasons for coming here, eh?

The barwoman snorts. "That aimed at me? This isn't some spacer bar."

"Yeah, but they're all ex-military, aren't they? Or current military working for the bald-pinioned Crows."

She rolls her eye. "I'll leave a bad review for you. Company?"

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Ah, I get it now. The bar is loosely associated with mercenary bands. So people can come here to make contacts and contracts as needed... If they can pass the test.

"Blades of Alstair. Seriously, if the bar thing gets boring, find a more professional-" Ah, she knows the name. "-outfit. Regular, well-paying work within their risk threshold, and I get five minute's notice before they fly off."

"Where?"

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Ah, she's curious, I see. I'm guessing the running out is atypical.

"Vega. Sure, a couple of big players got taken down, but that just means that all the little wannabe operators are going to be kicking up a fuss. If they were getting bored, I could have found something more exciting for them to do. There any other outfits around here?"

"This is a military bar-." She looks past me. "Uh."

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So she can't really be seen handing out hints. But a few veiled comments...

I turn-. Jade's walked over to three… Women who could be Shayera Thal's sisters, except they're carrying axes rather than maces-.

I look further, and see the heavily scarred target post.

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Ah, the thanagarian equivalent of pub darts.

The one whose turn it is currently throws an axe, managing to hit the middle ring. Jade's right arm move, and there's a knife in the bull's-eye and three sets of hostile eyes focused on the interloper.

The closest one spreads her wings slightly. "Not enough weight."

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Well, she's just asking for an ass-kicking at this rate.

Jade shrugs. "Weight doesn't matter if you can't hit the target."

"If my axe hit you and your knife hit me, I know which of us would still be standing."

"If it hit." Her hand moves again, and another knife hits the target next to the first. "And if you were immune to poison. Which you're not-."

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And I know it might be silly to ask where she's keeping the knives, but I know the answer: Everywhere.

An alarm blares from the ceiling, and curses are muttered from around the room as every soldier begins piling-.

Bang!

And officer stands, his tankard slamming into his table. At once the soldiers around the room settle, their movement towards the exit becoming more orderly.

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Heh. Throwing his metaphorical weight around to get them to show some professionalism. Nice.

"What's that?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, alien. You drinking anything else, or am I throwing you out so I can clean up and go home?"

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Sounds like she's not expecting any more business for the day, then. That alarm must have been serious.

Hoo-boy. Somehow, I just know whatever that was is related to OL's visit. Not necessarily because of any direct action, but we all know how trouble follows him. It only remains to be seen what or who is starting shit, and whether OL's presence is responsible somehow. With any luck, OL won't have to involve himself directly, though...

 

[Duke Long]

Bleez looks at Jade, who carrying on surveying the room for a moment-

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'carries'

The one whose turn it is currently throws an axe, managing to hit the middle ring. Jade's right arm move, and there's a knife in the bull's-eye and three sets of hostile eyes focused on the interloper.

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'moves'

And officer stands, his tankard slamming into his table. At once the soldiers around the room settle, their movement towards the exit becoming more orderly.

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'An'

Does blurn have live worms in it? Sounds interesting in the duck foot sense. I guess it makes sense (in a comedic way) as a drink for bird people.

 

[Signaller]

Her remaining eye boggles at someone doing the thanagarian equivalent of walking into a gold rush saloon and asking for a glass of Champaign.

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Champagne.

If it helps, with words like that I tend to keep an internal monologue of "pronouncing" them as spelled, in this case cham-pag-ne.

Jade's right arm move, and there's a knife in the bull's-eye and three sets of hostile eyes focused on the interloper.

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moves

 

[Mr Zoat]

'carries'
'moves'
'An'

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Thank you, corrected.

Does blurn have live worms in it?

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No, of course not.

It has live maggots in it.

Champagne.

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CURSE YOU, PECULIARLY NAMED CITY IN ILLINOIS!

 

[mastermenthe]

CURSE YOU, PECULIARLY NAMED CITY IN ILLINOIS!

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https://www.reddit.com/r/illinois/comments/1pxhomb/whats_the_most_uniqueinterestingstrange_illinois/

 

[Someguy Somewhere]

The informatics parable being told is really odd. I work in IT and I can't understand what is supposed to have been happening, because it doesn't seem possible at first glance...

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Are you familiar with Crosstalk ? The idea that you can accidentally send a signal intended for one physical location to another because the wiring for both are not shielded and stacked next to each other? Say I have two servos on a robot arm, one for x-axis and one for y-axis. Arm is a tight fit and you end up stacking the control lines for each axis on top of each other. They are insulated so there is no shorting, but close enough to induce a sympathetic current ( especially if in your squeezing you ended up wrapping you wires around a steel support and accidentally make a small transformer coil out of your control lines.)

Now you have a situation where you send a signal down to the x-axis, but it gets picked up by both servos, and your robot starts acting funny. Same thing can happen with any electronic signal, analog or digital. In early computers this could happen to memory storage as well, giving an indirect method of accessing or altering stored data.

The intent of the magical talk is the shrine is designed to send and receive to something like a God of Corruption, but not directly to boss smiley, but Smileys 'nature' means he is inherently 'close' enough to the intended recipient to pick up on it indirectly.

As anyone who has dealt with trouble shooting such things for electronics, it is a bitch to track down.

Edit: An alternative way to put things is like this. Say I want to get in touch with a God of the Hunt on the sly. So I make a shrine to hunting, with all the thematically appropriate stuff like trophies and weapons and such.

BUT, I make it as Generic as possible, nothing specific to a particular god or mythology. Now that shrine is transmitting on the Hunter God frequency, but with no names or specific attached most gods just ignore it like you would junk mail in the post, since it's not for you, just folks in your area. Except for the one hunter god that was expecting it.

 

[PDV]

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across the common roof,

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common room

 

[Mr Zoat]

common room

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Thank you, corrected.

 

[Signaller]

Are you familiar with Crosstalk ? The idea that you can accidentally send a signal intended for one physical location to another because the wiring for both are not shielded and stacked next to each other? Say I have two servos on a robot arm, one for x-axis and one for y-axis. Arm is a tight fit and you end up stacking the control lines for each axis on top of each other. They are insulated so there is no shorting, but close enough to induce a sympathetic current ( especially if in your squeezing you ended up wrapping you wires around a steel support and accidentally make a small transformer coil out of your control lines.)

Now you have a situation where you send a signal down to the x-axis, but it gets picked up by both servos, and your robot starts acting funny. Same thing can happen with any electronic signal, analog or digital. In early computers this could happen to memory storage as well, giving an indirect method of accessing or altering stored data.
...
As anyone who has dealt with trouble shooting such things for electronics, it is a bitch to track down.

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I much prefer relay coils, since if they start acting up you can usually see the problem, and thumping them can be therapeutic.

 

[Someguy Somewhere]

Relays were too slow, too noisy for the stuff beyond on/off. And may melt if abused too much. Still very reliable for intended uses.

Most of the issues I've had were when you try the next steps up the tech ladder in sophistication.

My favorate example:

I was in college visiting a company that was staffed by the local University folks (College = Practical, University = Theoretical ) They were working on a Hydrogen Fuel Cell Powered, Tele-operated, Mining Scoop Tram.

For control systems they used a full onboard Industrial PC as the brain, which talked to different subsystems via CAN Bus, (a communication protocol for noisy electrical systems, like in your Car's Onboard engine computers and sensors, effectively LAN for heavy industry)

Problem was, despite using this very robust system, every time they put the drive or scoop motors under load they'd lose internal communications. Just get a mess on the comm bus. Room full of very confused post grad engineer types scratching their heads wondering why their 'bullet proof' differential signalling system was going crazy. I wander in....see the fuss....and ask a single question.

'Is the Chassis Live?'

5 Seconds with a Voltmeter answered that question.

Yes

Turns out when they installed the off the rack headlights on the robot, they had shorted it to the steel frame of the robot....and that frame/chassis was being used as their reference ground for ALL the fancy electronics AND the drive motors. It's hard to send Ones and Zeros when your idea of what both is fluctuating up and down like the shithouse seat. Lot of University Profs and Staffers looking very ashamed for missing something a high school automotive student should have been able to spot.

They got a lesson in power/control bus isolation, I got a lesson in not immediately trusting paper experts with physical hardware.