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You still want cause and effect. All right.
Once upon a time, a man was washed overboard from a ship that was taking a course down a river. He was rescued by an undertaker in a rowboat, out in the storm that night to see if he could get struck by lightning. The undertaker was wearing, in hopes it would draw electricity, a complicated metal suit, something like a deep-sea diver's, and an old army helmet, through which he has drilled a couple of hundred holes and inserted nuts, bolts, springs, and conductive wands of many shapes so that he jingled whenever he nodded or shook his head, which was often. He's a digital companion all right, everything gets either a yes or a no, and two-tone checkerboards of odd shape and texture indeed bloom in the rainy night around him and the sailor. Ever since reading about Benjamin Franklin in a children's book, kite, thunder, and key, the undertaker has been obsessed with this business of getting hit in the head by a lightning bolt. All over the world, it came to him one night in a flash (though not the kind he wanted), at this very moment, are hundreds, who knows maybe thousands of people walking around, who had been struck by lightning and survived. What stories they could tell.
What the book neglected to mention was that Benjamin Franklin was also a Mason, and given to cosmic forms of practical jokerism, of which the United States of America may well have been one.
Well, it's a matter of continuity. Most people's lives have ups and downs that are relatively gradual, a sinuous curve with first derivatives at every point. They're the onse who never get struck by lightning. No real idea of cataclysm at all. But the ones who do get hit experience a singular point, a discontinuity in the curve of life--do you know what the time rate of change is at a cusp? Infinity, that's what. And right across the point, it's minus infinity. How's that for a sudden change? Infinite miles per hour changing to the same speed in reverse, all in the neat little triangle of the Delta-Tee across the point. That's getting hit by lightning, folks.
And guess what? There's a storm on the way.
Did I or did I not tell a certain young citizen in question to re-examine his narrative? I believe I did. Cause, effect, cause, effect, cause--ergo--effect. You've got to be ready for every eventuality. It's basic physics, it's Isaac Newton, it's action-to-reaction, reaction-to-equal-and-opposite-action.
Just remember: what unites you is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
Do you still want cause and effect? All right.
At noon today, a certain citizen by the name of Captain Hammer infiltrated the Offices of the Deities, bypassing all security checkpoints and refusing to answer to requests to stop and furthermore ignoring all requests to leave the premises immediately. Security was unable to stop this citizen before he proceeded further into the building because they were all on their lunch breaks. He then proceeded to the upper floors, refusing or unable to answer any requests made of him as to his business in this building, whether he had arranged to a meeting, whether he was expected, or whether he had business to conduct with one of those present. Instead, he made himself known clearly and plainly to those present with whom most business is conducted--namely, Ms. Mouse Mr. Bertol, Ms. Lina, Ms. Sabine, and Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf--known collectively and popularly as the "Deities of the City." These same persons likewise insisted that he leave their presence immediately--a request which was still and continuously ignored. A brief verbal confrontation followed, with the demands made by this citizen, Captain Hammer, becoming more grandiose and nigh psychotic by the moment. The argument continued but this citizen seemed unwilling or unable to understand the reasonable explanations he was being given by those whom he obviously threatened. The argument reached something of a peak and, immediately thereafter, in an act of what can only be described as momentary insanity, he assaulted Ms. Mouse with a blow to the face. In an obvious act of self-defense, Ms. Mouse likewise struck her assailant a similar blow to prevent further injuries to her person. Shortly thereafter, special security was dispatched to remove the offender from the premises. He was, at last, both quieted and removed from the building. Ms. Mouse is currently seeking attention for her injuries. A full review of current security standings in this particular building to prevent similar and future such situations is now ongoing.
Such an act deserves, it is believed by all involved, a punishment in kind--not only to the one guilty of the act but to all of those others who would stand by and support one so determined to carry out such an act to be enacted immediately.
Cause → Effect
Ladies and gentlemen, clench your teeth.
[ooc: As per this with OOC information on this plot here. Unfortunately, Citizens, because one of your own decided to take a swing at a Deity, it seems that everyone will have to be made to suffer. It's an old custom: one strikes against the Deities, and the City as a whole pays the price. And the punishment arranged for in this plot will be...punching. Yup. For 24 hours, those affected by the (fully optional) results of this plot will be compelled to punch one another--as a means of self-expression, as a response to stress, because the "flight" response is no longer an option in "fight or flight," because normal hand gestures just aren't sufficient (why wave when you can punch?), and so on.
The Puncharoo Festival will start at midnight Eastern US time tonight (the midnight between July 5th and July 6th) and will continue for 24 hours, like a curse, until midnight Eastern US time tomorrow (the midnight between July 6th and July 7th). Punching ceases when the 7th of July begins on the East coast. And, as with all plots or events, this is entirely optional.]
Once upon a time, a man was washed overboard from a ship that was taking a course down a river. He was rescued by an undertaker in a rowboat, out in the storm that night to see if he could get struck by lightning. The undertaker was wearing, in hopes it would draw electricity, a complicated metal suit, something like a deep-sea diver's, and an old army helmet, through which he has drilled a couple of hundred holes and inserted nuts, bolts, springs, and conductive wands of many shapes so that he jingled whenever he nodded or shook his head, which was often. He's a digital companion all right, everything gets either a yes or a no, and two-tone checkerboards of odd shape and texture indeed bloom in the rainy night around him and the sailor. Ever since reading about Benjamin Franklin in a children's book, kite, thunder, and key, the undertaker has been obsessed with this business of getting hit in the head by a lightning bolt. All over the world, it came to him one night in a flash (though not the kind he wanted), at this very moment, are hundreds, who knows maybe thousands of people walking around, who had been struck by lightning and survived. What stories they could tell.
What the book neglected to mention was that Benjamin Franklin was also a Mason, and given to cosmic forms of practical jokerism, of which the United States of America may well have been one.
Well, it's a matter of continuity. Most people's lives have ups and downs that are relatively gradual, a sinuous curve with first derivatives at every point. They're the onse who never get struck by lightning. No real idea of cataclysm at all. But the ones who do get hit experience a singular point, a discontinuity in the curve of life--do you know what the time rate of change is at a cusp? Infinity, that's what. And right across the point, it's minus infinity. How's that for a sudden change? Infinite miles per hour changing to the same speed in reverse, all in the neat little triangle of the Delta-Tee across the point. That's getting hit by lightning, folks.
And guess what? There's a storm on the way.
Did I or did I not tell a certain young citizen in question to re-examine his narrative? I believe I did. Cause, effect, cause, effect, cause--ergo--effect. You've got to be ready for every eventuality. It's basic physics, it's Isaac Newton, it's action-to-reaction, reaction-to-equal-and-opposite-action.
Just remember: what unites you is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
Do you still want cause and effect? All right.
At noon today, a certain citizen by the name of Captain Hammer infiltrated the Offices of the Deities, bypassing all security checkpoints and refusing to answer to requests to stop and furthermore ignoring all requests to leave the premises immediately. Security was unable to stop this citizen before he proceeded further into the building because they were all on their lunch breaks. He then proceeded to the upper floors, refusing or unable to answer any requests made of him as to his business in this building, whether he had arranged to a meeting, whether he was expected, or whether he had business to conduct with one of those present. Instead, he made himself known clearly and plainly to those present with whom most business is conducted--namely, Ms. Mouse Mr. Bertol, Ms. Lina, Ms. Sabine, and Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf--known collectively and popularly as the "Deities of the City." These same persons likewise insisted that he leave their presence immediately--a request which was still and continuously ignored. A brief verbal confrontation followed, with the demands made by this citizen, Captain Hammer, becoming more grandiose and nigh psychotic by the moment. The argument continued but this citizen seemed unwilling or unable to understand the reasonable explanations he was being given by those whom he obviously threatened. The argument reached something of a peak and, immediately thereafter, in an act of what can only be described as momentary insanity, he assaulted Ms. Mouse with a blow to the face. In an obvious act of self-defense, Ms. Mouse likewise struck her assailant a similar blow to prevent further injuries to her person. Shortly thereafter, special security was dispatched to remove the offender from the premises. He was, at last, both quieted and removed from the building. Ms. Mouse is currently seeking attention for her injuries. A full review of current security standings in this particular building to prevent similar and future such situations is now ongoing.
Such an act deserves, it is believed by all involved, a punishment in kind--not only to the one guilty of the act but to all of those others who would stand by and support one so determined to carry out such an act to be enacted immediately.
Cause → Effect
Ladies and gentlemen, clench your teeth.
[ooc: As per this with OOC information on this plot here. Unfortunately, Citizens, because one of your own decided to take a swing at a Deity, it seems that everyone will have to be made to suffer. It's an old custom: one strikes against the Deities, and the City as a whole pays the price. And the punishment arranged for in this plot will be...punching. Yup. For 24 hours, those affected by the (fully optional) results of this plot will be compelled to punch one another--as a means of self-expression, as a response to stress, because the "flight" response is no longer an option in "fight or flight," because normal hand gestures just aren't sufficient (why wave when you can punch?), and so on.
The Puncharoo Festival will start at midnight Eastern US time tonight (the midnight between July 5th and July 6th) and will continue for 24 hours, like a curse, until midnight Eastern US time tomorrow (the midnight between July 6th and July 7th). Punching ceases when the 7th of July begins on the East coast. And, as with all plots or events, this is entirely optional.]