call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[marrinikari]

"Just speed of distribution you can post it on the internet- but getting it to doctors and scientists, those types, publishing will help. Pompous lot, we are, all of us." He flops back down in his seat. "Short term housing it is. Tamara?"

[marrinikari]

"I have a class in twenty minutes," Professor Reed says apologetically. "Ms. Miller, do you have the block free?"

[marrinikari]

"Uh. Yeah, I don't have class till tomorrow." She looks at Cam. "Apartment now or later?"

[from_scratch]

"Well, what else would I be doing if I said 'later'?" Cam inquires.

[marrinikari]

"Um, posting papers online? Submitting them for publication? I don't know."

[from_scratch]

"Campus have wireless Internet?" Cam inquires. "For that matter, can somebody name me popular brands of computer, I remember some stuff from my world but don't know how it'll match."

[marrinikari]

"It... exists. That's kinda the best that can be said for it? But yeah, it's there. Computers depend what you want to do; Macbooks have better UI, if you want something intuitive for simple things, Thinkpads are a little less user friendly but a lot more customizable."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, those sound familiar so I'm probably good if I come up with anything from the right era, let's see how much advanced software I can load onto something souped-up that'll still behave right with the internet..." Cam thinks for a minute, then produces a tablet computer with no visible branding, and starts looking for internet.

[marrinikari]

It exists! It has very few bars and even fewer megabytes, but it's there. Two whole networks, even; he will likely want to be using 'Selevy Guest' instead of 'Selevy', as it requires no password.

[from_scratch]

Selevy Guest it is.

Aaaaand is he lucky enough to have Wikipedia here?

[marrinikari]

He is! There will be mild differences if he looks- demon summoning is tagged as 'ancient myths about magic' and there's no shortage of information of magipathy- but it is otherwise reasonably identical.

[from_scratch]

"Wikipedia, score. Okay. Which way to my temporary crashspace?"

[marrinikari]

"See you tomorrow, Ms. Miller."

[marrinikari]

"Goodbye! Have fun upending the medical profession as we know it! I'll let the housing office know you're coming."

[marrinikari]

"Kinda back the same way we came, actually," Emma says apologetically. "We can go get your keys and stuff."

Once they're outside, she adds tentatively, "Sorry there's extra walking, I know you can just make things, but they probably want some kinda formal record? For bureaucracy's sake?"

Emma is extremely bad at not doing things that are Expected of Her. If he wants to skip obtaining a key, she will require convincing.

[from_scratch]

"I don't mind stopping to obtain a key to placate the bureaucrats. I'm still working out the minimum chain of backwards compatibility that will let me connect something modern to this thing." He waves his tablet. "I think I can do it in four steps but it'll be awkward to carry them all around so I'll probably have to do my computing in my base of operations, which for the time being is the apartment in question."

[marrinikari]

Key fetching it is, then.

The lady at the desk of the housing office is not pleased to see them. It is the beginning of the school year, she has been deluged with requests from random students who did not have their acts together all week, and this... outfit... is entirely inappropriate.

"Key pickup?" Emma asks her when they walk in.

"Key pickup is for students who are following dress code," the woman says sternly. "It may still be August but shirts are still required here, sir, and that ridiculous devil costume is entirely unnecessary."

[from_scratch]

"I can oblige you on the shirt," says Cam, and now he is wearing a gray t-shirt with room for the wings. "On the subject of the wings and tail, you can have one of two things: you can have me take them off, or you can not have blood all over your floor, what's your preference?"

[marrinikari]

The woman gapes at him. "I-"

"Keys" Emma reminds her.

"That shirt just appeared, how did he-"

"He's wearing a shirt now. Good enough? And Cam," she says sternly, "no blood on the floor."

(Kind of sternly. She is not hiding her grin very well.)

[from_scratch]

"But my appendages are apparently against dress code, Emma. Do you take me for some kind of rebel?" inquires Cam archly.

[marrinikari]

"But blood on the floor is also against the rules, you see," she says solemnly. "You're just destined for rebel-hood. There is no escape."

[from_scratch]

"Oh no. What a terrible destiny. Cruel fates that toy with me so, what have I done to deserve your ire?"

[marrinikari]

Emma gives up and laughs. "The first thing that comes to mind is 'you gave Jenny chocolate ice cream', actually. You've met her; she is currently processing sugar and chocolate. I am going to come home to so much bouncy."

[from_scratch]

"The concept of the 'sugar high' has very little scientific grounding."

[marrinikari]

"Really?" Emma asks with interest. "Cool. Wonder when premed covers that?" Never mind, he is a demon from another universe. Selevy academics are hardly his specialty. "...sadly, that in no way changes my expectations of bounciness. Now it is just inexplicable bounciness."