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.

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[lintamande]

"And wizardry's a lot more flexible and a lot faster-acting." He nods. "Still, it's good that music works; it doesn't have a mana limit."

[warpfairy]

"Would recordings work?"

[lintamande]

"...recordings?"

[subtly_artistic]

"This might actually be the same question as whether illusion sound of magical music would work but I don't know if anybody got around to testing that, I never invented a longer-duration spell than that and you need a lot of practice to push the cantrip version long enough..."

[warpfairy]

"Machines can be - shown a song, once, and then play it just the same as many times as you like. I listened to music a lot in my ship but I wasn't producing much of it."

[lintamande]

"That sounds like it should be at the top of the experimental priority list. And no, Bella, I don't think anyone did get it working long enough to test."

[warpfairy]

"Well, the Prometheus can record and play back sound."

[lintamande]

"And how are we retrieving her? Improved teleport?"

[warpfairy]

"I think that's the going plan."

[lintamande]

That one will take a fair bit of work. Fëanáro learns the language and then races around labelling everything in the local alphabet, and tells the story of how they did that to make Tirion literate.

[warpfairy]

That's a cute idea. At some point she should teach him Vulcan, she's fluent.

[lintamande]

He'd love to learn Vulcan! He wants to speak hundreds of languages. He will probably need to invent memory magic to remember them all.

[warpfairy]

...That would probably be necessary, yes.

[lintamande]

Might not be. The Quendi aren't supposed to forget their lives in five Ages, are they? But it might be, so he'll invent it.

[warpfairy]

"Now, fair warning, Vulcan script is considered very hard to learn."

[lintamande]

"... can we do it right now?"

[warpfairy]

"I'll see if I can etherscape well enough yet to do without reams of paper."

And she shows him Vulcan script.

[lintamande]

"Oh," he says. "Oh, it's beautiful. Rúmil, come look."

[warpfairy]

T'Mir giggles.

[lintamande]

He stares at it, enchanted, for the next twenty minutes and then demands a lesson.

"You're not the crown prince of anything here, Fëanáro," Rúmil says warningly.

"Please," he says, still looking at it.

[warpfairy]

"It's a somewhat endangered language," she says, starting on a clear background and writing out some introductory swirls. "The planet was destroyed a little over a decade ago."

[lintamande]

"That's horrible. Is this planet - likely to get destroyed too?"

[warpfairy]

"It - seems to have been a one-time thing. The news about it was confusing but no other planets have been threatened."

[lintamande]

"We'll get it back."

[warpfairy]

"That would be really something."