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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 8, 2013 13:53:27 GMT -6
"Come one! Come all! Come and see the wonders of the great Viennese carnival! Come and marvel at our performers! Hear the best musical talent Austria has to offer! See the actors, jugglers, clowns and acrobats! And beware, for surprises are abound, for today, for one night only, Professor Albert Drosselmeyer and his wondrous creation: The Silver Turk! The marvel of the age!"
It sounded good in the ear, no doubt. A marvel of the age? That was enough to draw a crowd in. One man in particular, however, wasn't particularly happy with the sound of the "Silver Turk". While it was true that the 21st century was a time of great technological advancement, the "Silver Turk" sounded somewhat too advanced for this time. So it was that a young man in a Victorian suit bought a ticket to the carnival, with an intention to see the Turk, and determine for himself whether it was a hoax or not.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 8, 2013 17:44:20 GMT -6
And it was a bad day. A really bad day. Far worse than normal. She couldn't drink on days like this. Drinking was to have a good time. She wouldn't sink to using at his a tool to escape her problems. Not sure what to do to get herself out of her depressive slump she had reluctantly decided to come to a carnival.
She was in a different country again. She had chosen King's College because they offered a lot of exchange programs. She was good at languages and wanted to learn as many as possible. And it was always best to be immersed in an area that spoke the language you were currently learning to better grasp it.
There was a lot of fuss about some Silver Turk. She decided she'd check it out. She had nothing better to do.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 9, 2013 7:10:39 GMT -6
As Adam bought his ticket and complained about the inconsistency of Earth currency, he saw a couple of men wheeling a vaguely humanoid shape covered in a tarp into a tent. No doubt that was the Turk. Though curiosity seized him, he forced himself to wait until he was inside and sitting down.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 9, 2013 11:04:11 GMT -6
Cécile ended up sitting down to a man in a Victorian suit. She was here to practice her German so she figured she might as well get to it. "I like your clothes."
She did like Victorian style attire but she never really wore it herself. She avoided dresses like the plague. She'd rather where comfortable clothes she could move around freely in. But he was a guy. He probably would have an easier time of it then her. And she respected people who didn't feel the need to conform to society. Go him for wearing what he wanted.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 9, 2013 13:13:31 GMT -6
"Thank you." Adam replied with a smile as he adjusted his collar. "Are you excited about the show? I'm interested in..."
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and girls of all ages! Presenting Professor Albert Drosselmeyer!" A very bombastic voice announced. Cheers rose from the audience as a well-dressed man strode onto a stage, followed by the shrouded human figure. It was now in a seated position, facing what looked like a piano.
"Thank you. Thank you. You're too kind." The professor said, obviously enjoying every minute of the attention he was receiving. "And now, I present to you my most wonderful creation! Presenting...the Silver Turk!" He pulled the tarp off the figure and a gasp arose from the crowd. The Turk was dressed in a suit identical to the professor's, and it wore a silver mask over its face. As it began to play one of Mozart's more complicated pieces, people began to applaud. Adam, on the other hand, looked deeply concerned.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 9, 2013 17:30:44 GMT -6
Cécile returned his smile. Despite having one of her worst days, this man had a very calming presence. Still...On days like this sometimes she really considered overturning her self agreement of not putting her father through another kid's suicide.
When the Silver Turk was revealed, Cécile felt incredibly troubled. She wasn't sure what it was but...This seemed wrong. She felt the stirrings of discontentment from her partner. So she wasn't alone.
She turned back to the man she was previously talking to. "Am I the only one who is really worried?" she asked concerned.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 10, 2013 2:16:17 GMT -6
"No, you're not." Adam said, with no smile this time. "If that's what I think it is, we're all in grave danger."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 10, 2013 8:41:42 GMT -6
"What do you think it is?" Cécile asked nervously. Was he like her? Did he have a partner capable of picking up on troubling signs like this? Well, her intuition had picked it up first and her partner had merely echoed her disturbed feelings.
She didn't know if the stranger would believe her or not; but, she didn't particularly care. It was a terrible day and if he should use the knowledge against her, she'd just die that much faster. It wouldn't be such a bad thing. She REALLY wanted to die.
"This will sound nuts but I have an ankylosaurus partner. She sometimes warns me when things are out of whack. My intuition picked up the disturbance first but she's really freaking out now." She wished the two of them had a better way of communicating. Sometimes they could share emotions and feelings. During emergencies her partner could fill her head with images to provide instructions. Most of the time though...She didn't feel anything.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 10, 2013 9:22:14 GMT -6
"I have several ideas, but I can't be sure unless I get a good look at it." Adam whipped a handkerchief out of his pocket and looked at it wistfully. "It's a shame to waste this. Lord Byron gave it to me." Then he set the handkerchief on fire and dropped it underneath the stand. In a matter of minutes, a fire had spread, and people had started to scramble out of the tent. Professor Drosselmeyer had sensed their fear and moved to cover the Turk in the tarp again.
"Oh, no you don't!" Adam bounded for the stage and stopped him from putting the tarp back on the Turk. "Let's see what's behind that mask." He ripped off the mask, and his expression changed to one of horror. "Oh no." He stared into a shiny green surface, and saw his reflection gazing back at him. "This shouldn't be here."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 10, 2013 10:05:23 GMT -6
Cécile really had no idea what was going on but she had followed him onto the stage. She was pretty athletic after 5 years of training. She noticed the guy's horror but the green surface meant nothing to her. Clearly that wasn't the case with her partner. A painful roar filled Cécile's head and she momentarily fell to her knees.
"What is it?! What shouldn't be here! Whatever it is my partner agrees!" She tried to push herself to her feet but it was difficult as her partner was still panicking.
"Sybil, calm down! We can sort this out!" She didn't know if her partner could hear her, let alone understand her, but she often tried to talk to her.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 10, 2013 10:07:28 GMT -6
"I didn't expect to find them this far out. They barely go beyond their territory in the Mutter's Spiral." Adam examined the Turk head to foot. "This isn't the marvel of the age. It's a Logi."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 10, 2013 10:12:05 GMT -6
Cécile finally managed to get to her feet. Sybil was still panicking but she had at least stopped roaring.
"Um...Right...Sorry but I'm only human. Can you try to explain that slightly better? I take it a Logi is some sort of alien. Is it...peaceful? Did the professor experiment on it? Just...please help me out here. I have not a freaken clue what's going on. Just that it's really, really bad."
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 10, 2013 10:18:22 GMT -6
"Logi are a race of data-forms. They're like living computer programs." Adam explained hurriedly. "They do the bidding of this thing called the Data Overmind. They conquer planets, things like that." He turned the immobile Logi's head around. "Looks like this one's a scout. It's template was damaged. If it's here..." he paused to put his hands behind his head. "Well, it means they've found Earth."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 10, 2013 10:23:38 GMT -6
Fan-fucking-tastic. Like she didn't have enough shit to deal with already. There were already plenty of creatures trying to fuck up the planet. Now data aliens were being thrown into the mix?
As frustrated as she was, to her credit, Cécile remained calm. "Okay, got it. Data Aliens are scouting the planet, meaning someone's found our location. And they conquer planets so that's bad. Question is, what do we do now?"
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 10, 2013 10:29:21 GMT -6
"I don't know." Adam examined the Logi's neck and suddenly let out a cheer. "Ha! its relays have been knocked out! It can't transmit to the Overmind!" Then his face fell. "Oh. Where's its ship?"
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