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That was an interesting curse! I met several pleasant people. None of them were from my world, but they were quite nice to have around for the day and proved most willing to answer questions, albeit in an indirect and vague sort of way.
Fran was rather unique. She had animal ears sprouting from her head, but I suppose that must be common for Viera from Ivalice. I can honestly say that this was my first time meeting a Viera, or anyone from Ivalice. I don't suppose anyone has heard of either the race or the area?
More informative, perhaps, were two young ladies. I believe they were of a similar nature, race, or status, or at the very least from the same world. Both appeared to have considerable knowledge of the City and everyone within it, although they lacked information regarding entrances, exits, and so on. It seems that there are a variety of levels in the City--the lowest being us, the highest being the deities, and the middle level consisting of something between the two.
One of these young ladies claimed omnipotence. She said that she--and others like her--can access all network posts and are privy to some off-network information. As far as curses are concerned, she claimed that the deities ultimately controlled them, but that her people have a certain amount of influence over the fate of individual people. Actually, her information put me in mind of guardian angels. I suppose the best way to go about trying to escape from curses is to appeal to your unseen personal god.
Now! Some matters of business.
[Private to Kara]
I've run an array of tests on the blood sample given to me, and... well, to say the very least, the results are interesting, if not terribly useful. Your cells are entirely identical in all ways--physically and chemically--to those of a human except after exposure to sunlight. I kept the sample in a drawer, you see, until I was ready for it, and it wasn't the least bit unusual then. Once I had had it out for a time, however, the sample was different; while the physical structure of your cells didn't alter, they became immune to absolutely everything--poison, acids, everything!
I'm not sure what you might conclude from this, but I suggest you spend a good deal of time outside in the sun.
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[Private to Solomon]
Sorry to bother you, of course, but I'm rather concerned about the welfare of a member of the ARTEMIS organization. Dr. Horrible has been assaulted--more than once, I believe--by a man named Captain Hammer, and the most recent attack rendered Dr. Horrible unable to continue his research. Aside from sustaining injuries, the equipment he was using was all but destroyed.
If there's any way at all you might keep another incident from taking place--well. You seem to have access to a wealth of resources, and research can hardly be completed if your researchers are bed-ridden and without operational equipment. Any aid you might be able to offer would be greatly appreciated.
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[Private to Dr. Horri Bil Dr. Horrible]
How are you getting on, then? Feeling any better?
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[Private to Walter]
I'm afraid I must resign from my position as your... er, assistant. I'm really not assistant material, you see, and I have a number of projects that I can't neglect for the sake of retrieving cows and hay and the like. My apologies for the short notice.
Should you need help of a more scientific nature, you're free to contact me, of course. I'm on the fifth floor of the laboratory most of the day. If the elevator won't take you there--it's not a terribly trustworthy elevator--do contact me over the network?
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[Private to Cain]
I believe it's time that I resigned from my position at the Turnabout Cafe. I've made very little progress in my attempts at baking, and I suspect the wage I receive is far out of proportion to the work I do. I'm terribly sorry if this proves inconvenient in the least!
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[ooc: Goin' to class, doin' homework. These three papers? They completely sneaked up on me. But answer tags, I will--just not in the timeliest of manners. Sorry for any potential inconveniences. v.v;]
Fran was rather unique. She had animal ears sprouting from her head, but I suppose that must be common for Viera from Ivalice. I can honestly say that this was my first time meeting a Viera, or anyone from Ivalice. I don't suppose anyone has heard of either the race or the area?
More informative, perhaps, were two young ladies. I believe they were of a similar nature, race, or status, or at the very least from the same world. Both appeared to have considerable knowledge of the City and everyone within it, although they lacked information regarding entrances, exits, and so on. It seems that there are a variety of levels in the City--the lowest being us, the highest being the deities, and the middle level consisting of something between the two.
One of these young ladies claimed omnipotence. She said that she--and others like her--can access all network posts and are privy to some off-network information. As far as curses are concerned, she claimed that the deities ultimately controlled them, but that her people have a certain amount of influence over the fate of individual people. Actually, her information put me in mind of guardian angels. I suppose the best way to go about trying to escape from curses is to appeal to your unseen personal god.
Now! Some matters of business.
[Private to Kara]
I've run an array of tests on the blood sample given to me, and... well, to say the very least, the results are interesting, if not terribly useful. Your cells are entirely identical in all ways--physically and chemically--to those of a human except after exposure to sunlight. I kept the sample in a drawer, you see, until I was ready for it, and it wasn't the least bit unusual then. Once I had had it out for a time, however, the sample was different; while the physical structure of your cells didn't alter, they became immune to absolutely everything--poison, acids, everything!
I'm not sure what you might conclude from this, but I suggest you spend a good deal of time outside in the sun.
[/end]
[Private to Solomon]
Sorry to bother you, of course, but I'm rather concerned about the welfare of a member of the ARTEMIS organization. Dr. Horrible has been assaulted--more than once, I believe--by a man named Captain Hammer, and the most recent attack rendered Dr. Horrible unable to continue his research. Aside from sustaining injuries, the equipment he was using was all but destroyed.
If there's any way at all you might keep another incident from taking place--well. You seem to have access to a wealth of resources, and research can hardly be completed if your researchers are bed-ridden and without operational equipment. Any aid you might be able to offer would be greatly appreciated.
[/end]
[Private to Dr. Horri Bil Dr. Horrible]
How are you getting on, then? Feeling any better?
[/end]
[Private to Walter]
I'm afraid I must resign from my position as your... er, assistant. I'm really not assistant material, you see, and I have a number of projects that I can't neglect for the sake of retrieving cows and hay and the like. My apologies for the short notice.
Should you need help of a more scientific nature, you're free to contact me, of course. I'm on the fifth floor of the laboratory most of the day. If the elevator won't take you there--it's not a terribly trustworthy elevator--do contact me over the network?
[/end]
[Private to Cain]
I believe it's time that I resigned from my position at the Turnabout Cafe. I've made very little progress in my attempts at baking, and I suspect the wage I receive is far out of proportion to the work I do. I'm terribly sorry if this proves inconvenient in the least!
[/end]
[ooc: Goin' to class, doin' homework. These three papers? They completely sneaked up on me. But answer tags, I will--just not in the timeliest of manners. Sorry for any potential inconveniences. v.v;]