high-energy physics

[warpfairy]

Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.

This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.

Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.

Comments

[lintamande]

"I'm older than you," he mutters.

[warpfairy]

"You mentioned. I apologize, I can refrain."

[lintamande]

"I think on this world it'll only be forty years to grow up, instead of four hundred."

[warpfairy]

"- why the disparity?"

[lintamande]

"Valinor was slow. Magically."

[warpfairy]

"To the point where it would take hundreds of years to grow up? Why would anyone do that?"

[subtly_artistic]

"The effect is really sort of soothing if you're not concerned about using your time efficiently," Bella says, "and I guess they wanted people's childhoods to match everyone's sense of how much time was passing, although Eldar take a really long time to reach adulthood anyway."

[lintamande]

"We live forever. People in Materia don't, they die. Even if they're not eaten."

[subtly_artistic]

"Not all of them, some of them are actually immortal until something kills them."

[lintamande]

"Bella's kind of people," he amends.

[subtly_artistic]

"As far as I can tell I'm the same kind of basic thing as an Earthling."

[warpfairy]

"How were you telling?"

[subtly_artistic]

"Subtle arts - the thing you're glossing as psi that I have - can make species distinctions. It's not usually that useful, but the humans here read about like humans at home except none of them are themselves subtle artists."

[lintamande]

"And nothing here is a Quendi, it was one of the first things I read on the science ethernet."

[warpfairy]

"We haven't contacted all the people in the galaxy yet, let alone the universe, there could be prewarp Quendi or Delta Quadrant Quendi or Andromeda Galaxy Quendi or something."

[lintamande]

He shrugs. "I mostly want to know if there's another Fëanáro. Since there are two Bellas. One of whom is named T'Mir," he adds quickly.

[warpfairy]

"I wonder if there are more of us."

[subtly_artistic]

"I wonder that too. I'd hesitate to try naming us something less obviously temporary than 'Bellas' without more examples to draw on."

[lintamande]

"Scrying," Fëanáro says, "and then all the plane shifts we want to find all the Bellas. Though maybe we should evacuate Materia first."

[subtly_artistic]

"And its afterlives. We're going to need a lot of space. And more wizards. And a sensible immigration handling system."

[lintamande]

"So, steal T'Mir's starship, find an uninhabited planet, teach her magic, get started?"

[warpfairy]

"Let's at least talk to the Davlians first. They're well positioned astrographically to be the middle of a non-Federation power with enough elbow room and depending on the reception we get they might be a good choice for a culture to introduce refugee immigrants to Warp."

[lintamande]

He looks torn. "Languages," Rúmil reminds him, and he nods.

[warpfairy]

"Which way is the capital from here?"

[subtly_artistic]

"Should be that way."