blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

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with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[imeanforever]

"I don't know exactly how much air there is at various altitudes so a shuttle's probably better."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Logical. And... hm. Making gates across pressure differentials seems like it might lead to things like my planet losing a lot of air. Maybe we should be testing that in a nearby uninhabited system, unless you happens to know for sure that air doesn't cross gates by itself...?"

[imeanforever]

"...I don't think it does. I can check. My tree is airtight. If you have a candle I can leave it in there and go check on it later."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Sure, I'll get a candle."

He finds a candle somewhere in the house.

[imeanforever]

Promise brings it into her tree, lights it, and leaves.

"I can't be in there while it's burning and have it be a good test, I can breathe through my wings."

[thisvorlunatic]

"...because they're leaves?"

[imeanforever]

"Yes."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well, that... makes sense."

[imeanforever]

"But if it's still going in another fifteen or twenty minutes that will mean it's getting air from here, even though it's definitely not enough of it to make a noticeable draft."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yeah."

[imeanforever]

"My tree here doesn't have windows either. I hope you didn't think I was suffocating in my sleep."

[thisvorlunatic]

Snort. "I assumed that you had some solution or other. You don't strike me as the sort of person who would forget to include air holes in your dwellings if you needed them."

[imeanforever]

[thisvorlunatic]

[imeanforever]

Eventually Promise goes and checks on the candle. She brings it out of her tree unlit. "Doesn't transmit air."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Okay, that's a very comforting result."

[imeanforever]

"It's also a lot warmer here than in my tree, so I think I would have noticed anyway, but yes."

[thisvorlunatic]

"When it comes to things that might potentially send significant portions of my planet's atmosphere spewing into an infinite void, I like to be sure."

[imeanforever]

"That is reasonable."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I'm glad you think so."

[imeanforever]

"Anyway, to make a gate I need a geographic-features-based unique description. It helps to have been there or at least seen a good map or drawing."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I can produce lovely holos of many potential destinations. Hmm. So it seems like we have an outline for the first set of tests: I fetch a shuttle, you construct a gate big enough to fit it through that leads somewhere very very far above some remote part of Fairyland, then we take the shuttle through that and you make another gate to a described location in a nearby system and we take the shuttle through that and verify that it worked...?"

[imeanforever]

"Yes. Possibly with days between the last two steps."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Right. I'll go see about that shuttle, then."

He goes and sees about the shuttle. Copper shows up to deliver it. It's definitely bigger than the lightflyer, but still smaller than the house.

"If you're short on interesting ways to pass the time while these gates settle, I could teach you to fly these vehicles," Silver mentions.

[imeanforever]

"Is it hard if one is unfamiliar with them?"