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faderift2018-07-10 11:31 am
nadasharillen) wrote in faderift2018-07-10 11:31 am
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OPEN | Too Much Sunshine
WHO: Nari, Lexie, Myr, Korrin, Kylo, You!
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
Nari
I. Working (Gallows)
Despite the hot, sticky, relentless weather, there's still work to be done, and Nari is doing it. Sometimes in a loose light cotton tunic and sometimes stripped to a breastband and shorter leggings (she'd added the breastband after the casual habitual strip of her shirt she'd employed at home seemed to be vaguely distracting), but whether in the oppressive closeness, but shade, of the workshop or out under the blaze of the sun when it manages to peek through the haze, she's out in the Gallows at the constant repair tasks as well as light deconstruction on the finished pieces of the obstacle course to prepare for their move to the Wounded Coast.
Currently swearing and trying unsuccessfully at one of the boards securing the latter—her team had perhaps been too effective—it looks like she could use either help or a break.
II. The Beach Episode (Korrin, OTA, let's all go together)
Okay, maybe some time for leisure. As devoted as she is to working herself into a tired stupor on a daily basis, spending time with Korrin is always something that will make her take a pause. That, and it's a rare nice day. So, off they go to the beaches outside of town with some blankets to spread across the sand, some food, and the intention to heap sand on top of sand and purposefully cover themselves entirely in water that isn't falling from the sky in sheets.
It's gonna be a good day.
III. Wildcard!
She's around~
Lexie
I. It's Hot Up Here, A Lot up Here
Each day of unfavorable weather—which is to say, most of them—finds Alexandrie lounging out on the balcony of the apartments that faces the Waking Sea in dresses with fewer layers, lighter weight fabrics, and less corseting than she would wear out in society. Her hair is up more simply than usual and she looks alternately vexed and content depending on whether or not the breezes are currently blowing past her off the water.
All things considered, it is not a poor place to spend the afternoon. Do come play cards, or read, or chat about current events, or drink, or watch the late afternoon storms roll by in their brief cacophonies.
(Or be smugly used to the heat, you Tevene savages.)
[ impromptu group activities welcome :3 ]
II. Wildcard
Catch her outside painting on the two non-garbage days this month. Sit in the Memorial Garden. Something else!
Myr | A Couple of Nerds
Unable at least until one utterly unremarkable time the glyph on their door chimed as she opened it and suddenly the persistence of Myr's particular focus jolted through her mind like one of Korrin's lightning bolts. She slams the door the rest of the way open in the way she has when there's a sudden idea she needs to talk to her roommate about, and good, he's here.
"Myr! Glyphs!" Excitement! "Do they have to be broken by people to go off, or is it just the being broken that does it?"
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"What're you thinking?" He knows what that tone of voice and the slammed door mean; there's an anticipatory grin on his face as he tips his head in her direction, laying aside the very glyphs he's working on.
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"So if we were to take something like, for example, a boulder, and you were to put a glyph on it," her voice moves back and forth across the length of the room a couple of times before there's finally the sound of her chair moving away from her desk and the quiet thud of her sitting, "it would remain inactive until the boulder was smashed?"
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"Well--if you actually break up the surface the glyph's on the magic'll come apart without activating, most of the time. And if you didn't set the glyph right someone could set all your boulders off beforehand by getting too close--but..." He lapses into silence, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and his chin on his crossed hands.
"...I've been working on glyphs that'll trigger in a series--you set one off and the others go once the disturbance reaches them, like ripples on a pond lifting a bunch of leaves. Might be I could make one that goes off when it's jolted physically, instead."
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And there it is; or at least a possibility.
"It would have to be only a very large jolt, or the destruction of the surface, else the loading or actual flinging—" wait, she hadn't actually told him what she was thinking of. "—I'm trying to think of ways to use magic at long range during a siege. Ideally in a way that doesn't require many mages, so the same size force could have twice the impact. I thought maybe throwing glyphed boulders from a trebuchet might be an option?"
itt: lark looks up aristotalean physics again, cries a bit, writes tag anyway
Which I might not, his tone says, though he doesn't bother to put that into words; instead, he gets up, needing to pace out his thoughts. "When you're lifting and flinging the boulder, all the impetus on it is up away from gravity. --Well, up and whatever direction you're sending it in the second case, else we'd have a lot more dead siege technicians, I'd think. Uhm--but perforce when it lands and stops, that's a different type of force, isn't it? Coming from a different direction. So if you can orient the magic--like there's spells for compasses--you could have it only go off once it's hit from the right direction."
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She snorts a brief laugh through her nose about the idea of the ammunition being flung directly upwards, and then hums in thought. "Hnn. Yes to the force and the direction of it, in that it ought to be headed straight down at that point, but given that the rock itself is turning in the air and we can't promise precisely at what point on its surface it'll hit—" Nari pauses to frown. Actually, could they? She furrows her brow and whoofs out a lungful of air. Maybe? Before she falls into a hole of notes and calculations supplemented by the lessons she'd had in the math and physics from Kirk's world, she decides it's prudent to ask a bit more about the glyphs.
"Um." Where had she been? Right. Can't promise where it'll hit. "Could it just be tuned based on that different type of force rather than the directionality of it as relative to the glyph?"
weresnail rides again @ii
He makes his way from bed to desk and back again while suspended on that word, fingers flexing as he works through glyph-shapes in his mind. We can't promise precisely at what point it'll hit, no, but could they bias the rock to fall glyph-down, like a loaded die? That might take too much work, too much magic, and who knew what it would do to how the thing traveled through the air. Or, per the compasses--
"--Right. All right. There's three ways to go about this at least. I don't think one of them will work from the jump but we can talk about it last if the other two seem equally bad." He halts by his desk, taken briefly by the temptation to sit down and start scribbling as he might've back when he could see those scribbles. Much more fluid than committing each step of the budding glyph-shape to memory--but he adapts, he makes do.
"First," he holds up a finger by way of demonstration, "your suggestion; I can tune the glyph to trigger on that sudden stop. We'll need to work out just how hard that is in the situation where you want it to go off, and...it might matter how large the boulder is to where it'll need to be tuned? Let's keep that question for later.
"Second," finger two, "I build a construct off the glyph that's like a lodestone--always pointing toward the ground, so no matter how it lands, it knows which way the shock came from. Though that might be trouble if you'd like to fling your rocks right into walls or something and prefer the explosion goes off on the first impact."
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"In the second, we'd lose the spin of the boulder both coming off the trebuchet and in the air. I'm not sure what that would do to the efficacy of the initial launch." Or, honestly, to the trebuchet itself--extra strain on the machinery? Nari does turn to her desk to begin scribbling theoretical paths. Simultaneously: "I'm still fond of the first, even though it's doubling down on my own idea. That kind of force seems easier to calculate on my end, although obviously I don't know the difference in the complexities of the glyphs that would be necessary."
She draws the curve of the launch, frowns at it. Theory wasn't enough, it would require testing.
"What's the third?"
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He can hear her scribbling away; his fingers close briefly, fruitlessly on air as they would on a pencil or quill. (There's got to be some way to put his ideas down in permanent form, outside his own head or the Fade. If the knots won't work there has to be something else--but he shelves that thought for later.) "You can fix how the boulder spins so the glyph's always oriented the one way--or you can fix the glyph so it always orients itself that way, however the boulder spins. Or a part of it does-- Have you ever seen someone pick up a chicken?"
He's going somewhere with this, from the enthusiasm in his expression.
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