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paradisa2012-07-17 03:12 pm
cricketycricket) wrote in paradisa2012-07-17 03:12 pm
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roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine
[this afternoon's tea break finds Five in the TARDIS Cloister Room, parts and notes strewn about on the worktable. Tardy's gnawing away intently at a discarded bit of wire casing, so every now and then there's a contented, subdued "vworp" over the journals. setting aside the notes he was perusing, Five sips at his tea, then pulls the journal over within reach for a few filters]
[Filtered to Scientists With Access to the Old Patrol HQ, and anyone who's helping York & Allen with the Cryostasis]
Good afternoon ... I was hoping I might have your ear for a moment. I'm in the process of helping York develop a cryostasis system for those who - well, for lack of a more polite term - are temporarily dead. We've designs on using the old basement headquarters as a location for the equipment ... and I wanted to make sure there were no objections before we started converting some of the laboratory space. If you've questions, you can certainly direct them to myself or York.
Thank you for your time, and have a lovely day.
[/Filter]
[Kat]
Doing alright, then, I hope?
[/Kat]
You know, I've been thinking a lot lately, about these newer developments to the way our friend the Castle has been handling things. [he says "friend" neutrally enough, so that people can take it whichever way they please - ironically or not so much so.] Three years in one spot, in one linear timestream, is more than enough time to observe patterns of behaviour, and while most of them are still quite the same as when I arrived, I'm beginning to notice some rather marked changes. And I'm not just talking about those of us who've been shuffled off to other places and made to temporarily think they've lived there all their lives, either ... though that's certainly relevant. No, this ties in more to the concept of our souls as fuel, and how it might explain the shift in patterns.
[he sighs, gathering his thoughts together so that he can try and put them forth in a way that as many people will understand as possible] What if ... let's posit something else for a moment, shall we?
What if the castle's need for our energy and support comes not from a hunger, as we've hypothesized, but from some actual condition? In that case, the spirit of your average resident, as it were, is not fuel so much as it's ... a sort of remedy. A medicine. With that slight shift in perspective, I give you the following. Those of you who are medical professionals, or even slightly familiar with prolonged illnesses that require any sort of treatment, will know that after a while, the body becomes accustomed to some sorts of remedies, and they either become less useful, or completely ineffective. This could certainly explain why some stay here longer than others ... and it could also account for the sudden shifts in the castle's behaviour.
Put simply: given enough time, none of us may be as effective as we once were in meeting the needs of this place. Our collective clock may be ticking.
[one glance at James' copy of the letter from Libet is enough to tell him what to say next.]
And I'm not entirely sure I want to find out what happens if it stops. If worse comes to worse ... we may have to stop thinking of Paradisa as an adversary.
[Paradisa]
... Though it would be nice if you'd weigh in on the subject, just the once. I'm trying to think of all involved, here. That was quite the little stunt you pulled on Sunday. It's certainly not going to win you any points, if that's what you're hoping for.
[/Paradisa]
[Filtered to Scientists With Access to the Old Patrol HQ, and anyone who's helping York & Allen with the Cryostasis]
Good afternoon ... I was hoping I might have your ear for a moment. I'm in the process of helping York develop a cryostasis system for those who - well, for lack of a more polite term - are temporarily dead. We've designs on using the old basement headquarters as a location for the equipment ... and I wanted to make sure there were no objections before we started converting some of the laboratory space. If you've questions, you can certainly direct them to myself or York.
Thank you for your time, and have a lovely day.
[/Filter]
[Kat]
Doing alright, then, I hope?
[/Kat]
You know, I've been thinking a lot lately, about these newer developments to the way our friend the Castle has been handling things. [he says "friend" neutrally enough, so that people can take it whichever way they please - ironically or not so much so.] Three years in one spot, in one linear timestream, is more than enough time to observe patterns of behaviour, and while most of them are still quite the same as when I arrived, I'm beginning to notice some rather marked changes. And I'm not just talking about those of us who've been shuffled off to other places and made to temporarily think they've lived there all their lives, either ... though that's certainly relevant. No, this ties in more to the concept of our souls as fuel, and how it might explain the shift in patterns.
[he sighs, gathering his thoughts together so that he can try and put them forth in a way that as many people will understand as possible] What if ... let's posit something else for a moment, shall we?
What if the castle's need for our energy and support comes not from a hunger, as we've hypothesized, but from some actual condition? In that case, the spirit of your average resident, as it were, is not fuel so much as it's ... a sort of remedy. A medicine. With that slight shift in perspective, I give you the following. Those of you who are medical professionals, or even slightly familiar with prolonged illnesses that require any sort of treatment, will know that after a while, the body becomes accustomed to some sorts of remedies, and they either become less useful, or completely ineffective. This could certainly explain why some stay here longer than others ... and it could also account for the sudden shifts in the castle's behaviour.
Put simply: given enough time, none of us may be as effective as we once were in meeting the needs of this place. Our collective clock may be ticking.
[one glance at James' copy of the letter from Libet is enough to tell him what to say next.]
And I'm not entirely sure I want to find out what happens if it stops. If worse comes to worse ... we may have to stop thinking of Paradisa as an adversary.
[Paradisa]
... Though it would be nice if you'd weigh in on the subject, just the once. I'm trying to think of all involved, here. That was quite the little stunt you pulled on Sunday. It's certainly not going to win you any points, if that's what you're hoping for.
[/Paradisa]