- Location
- Phoenix, AZ
Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy
Look, you can't date relativity or gravity, alright?
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- Here
The trio of female Realm wanderers ended up retiring to their rooms without John joining them because, apparently, their companion was leaking enough energy that he should have evaporated already.
And there was an all powerful super ninja that claimed he could slow down the potentially lethal energy leakage process and both of them were going to be busy with THAT mess for at least the next day or so.
It had set their Lady on edge until Grace finally just contacted John and verified a few things.
First of all: Their friend had ALWAYS been 'bleeding' like this. Because he was injured. VERY injured, no matter how stable or 'recovered' he physically looked.
How she missed her Lord's hidden pain was unforgivable to Grace, but self recriminations would have to come much later once something was done about it all.
Secondly, and part of why her sister and the Lady insisted that this was 'obviously' not Grace's fault? The bits of the Lord that were horrifically wounded and torn were bits he already disabled, sealed away, or cut off from his core System.
It was why he wasn't feeling pain, or weak, or any of that… The parts that SHOULD be feeling those things were hacked off and torn away, left to be used as future resources for repairs or potentially be recovered if the stars aligned.
Which of course, made Grace ask WHY John was showing side effects NOW, if it wasn't a problem in the past?
Which led her to this craziness. "My Lady, Sister, Behold: The Morphin Grid. A multiversal energy field for all Power Rangers, one that uploads their cellular makeup instantaneously after being accessed, one that provides power and access to Masterforges across time and space…"
She showed more and more information. "It powers the various armors, the vehicles, the Zords themselves obviously, can generate constructs, can briefly allow one to view those connected in the past or future, store memories and training and experience, stabilize various Power-types into something like Totems representing certain colors and aspects of one dimension, and more."
Temptation hummed. "So this is basically the Power of Cosmos, one that deals with the energy of living things, time and space, life and memories after death, and all that jazz?"
Um. "I suppose so? From what I can tell, it's been modified a lot over the years, both before it was created and long after it was destroyed. Time and space made this more than a little confusing BEFORE the dimensional consolidation happened."
Her sister nodded. "So the Morphin Grid is the Force."
Jessica blinked and Grace frowned. "What? No, of course it's not!"
Temptation pointed at the information with a grin. "Somebody took the Force, injected it with giant robots and ninjas and dinosaurs and stuff, and are now using it for free wifi and cheaper electrical bills."
WHAT!? "NO! That IS NOT what happened here!"
Jessica on the other hand was looking more than a little convinced. "I mean, that's pretty unlikely right? Maybe someone got inspired from the movies or books or whatever and it is just a little bit similar. Does the Star Wars series even exist here?"
Temptation was already smirking as she began pulling up data. "Let me look into it…"
Grace growled at her sibling in annoyance! "It wouldn't matter even if it does! First of all, the Morphin Grid allows matter fabrication, at least on the short term in some cases, and matter transference and… And all SORTS of stuff!"
Her sister raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure in those later Disney movies, two people who were joined in a 'Force Bond' could teleport stuff between each other…"
Those movies didn't count! "Shut up."
Her amusement grew. "And this Morphin Grid allows people to upload memories and stuff like force ghosts, right? And see the future and past, like force predictions… I bet it can heal people too…"
Grace SLAMMED her interface back on the small living room table. "Moving. On."
Her asshole other half raised her hands in mock surrender, which was good enough for now.
The Lady at least seemed amused by all this, thank the Lord for small favors. "Anyway, back on topic! When our Lord arrived here, the broken bits of himself and the mostly sealed connections that are exposed, the ones intended to be bound to said missing components, THOSE all began connecting into the Morphin Grid and using it to release some of the energy buildups that have been gathering."
She displayed the metrics. "The drainage of most of this isn't an issue, it was all considered 'acceptable losses' by the System many Realms ago, the reason why John got so hungry was due to the minor amount of connection nodes here and along these points over this side, which is required for future modular recovery of broken System modules."
Jessica frowned. "So we can't just stop these leaks with some sort of patch job?"
Grace sighed and shook her head. "No, not unless we want to prevent the potential of an eventual full recovery. These 'weak points' are basically connection joints, so some amount of lowered physical security and energetic exposure is unavoidable."
She tapped the feeds. "That said, I'm hoping to work with the System and John to duplicate the equipment that sexually overcharged Ninja had whipped up, and use it as a sort of starting template and model to address the AMOUNT of ongoing energy discharge."
Temptation leaned to one side. "Isn't that 'equipment' just basically a bucket tossing some of the leaking water back into the barrel? And doing a poor job at that, from what Master was saying earlier."
Grace shrugged. "It is a working proof of concept, and that's good enough. With an example to build off of, I can cludge together some modules for measuring John's leaking energies, hopefully a better collection system to recover from that loss, and eventually integrate it all back into the Pocket's resource buffers."
She sighed. "Also important: We now KNOW about our big flashing neon sign our Lord is flaring over his head… I'm hoping that I can turn that stupid ninja-provided prototype into at least a BASIC way of getting that mess under control and hidden away from outsiders. Apparently John was detectable from BUILDINGS away when they came to meet with him."
And that was using sensors that weren't even dedicated to finding this kind of stuff, just a general tool in a collection of equipment that this 'Hubby' liked to leave on and collecting data while the strange man goes about running around and doing his job.
If some entity or creature had some sort of sensing organ or ability DESIGNED to search out obvious signals like this, they could all be in danger from the FIRST STEP of entering a new Realm and not even know it!
Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. "I'll have some sort of short gap solution in the next few hours at the latest, maybe sooner if that damned perverted ninja would just share a bit more generic information about his design schematics."
Temptation stretched like a satisfied tigress as she lounged in her chair. "Meh, that cosplay engineer can dream all he wants, but he's not joining MY harem no matter WHAT he calls himself. There is only one 'Hubby' for me and it isn't some near immortal temporal dweeb who wants to make moves on our man."
Jessica grumbled. "Again, I'm not participating in any of that."
The black beauty waved her off. "But you are the elder sister of my Master, which makes you something like our Mistress-Aunt or something… Anyway, my point is that I'm not adding ANYONE to our little concubine club until our Froggy Emperor has built up enough confidence and maturity to really appreciate the both of us, Sis. Everyone else has to wait in line and like it."
Grace absently hummed as she tried to ignore her perverted sibling. "Any new additions to our little trio would certainly have to go through a more rigorous vetting process than being sassy and making a bit of mildly interesting technology."
Temptation pulled up the ninja's image. "Plus, they'd have to be more attractive than this. I'm not a big enough bitch to judge someone on appearance alone, but even his personality is a turn off for me from what John's observed… And honestly, for a ninja his outfit is both oddly unstealthy AND not sexual. What's the POINT of being a ninja if you can't either go invisible or be so sexually seductive that you can get any mission done anyway?"
Grace winced at Ninjor's 'armor' from the records. It looked like Mega Man if his armor was made out of cheerful balloons of plastic… Not exactly the suave debonair look one might expect. "I'm sure that it looks that way for uh… Technical reasons?"
Her sister huffed. "Well it looks technically stupid then." She shoved the data away. "Anyway, I know both of us have our own standards for potential new recruits to our little family, and he doesn't check any of my boxes: Thank you. Honestly ,just not being female was already pretty much a no for me here… I might technically be bisexual, but I lean HEAVILY towards the ladies~!"
Eugh. "Yes, we know. And you keep sending us x rated pictures and videos and stuff all the time, which I have to censor from the global chat or our Lord would have evaporated from embarrassment already."
Temptation blinked. "Huh? Oh. Should I stop sending those?" "NO!"
They both paused and turned to the blushing Lady. Jessica awkwardly coughed. "I mean, intergroup communication is an important part of a stable team and social group."
…Uh huh.
Jessica twitched. "Hey, why don't we check in on what John's doing like, RIGHT now? And stop looking at me? Why don't we do that?"
Temptation snickered even as she pulled up the video feed.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John shifted around more components. "Damn it, your stupid Grid is sticky! Anything that TOUCHES it gets all gooed up and licked and stuff, it's a damn pervert!"
'Hubby' winced. "I mean, it's better than it used to be? Remember, it both retroactively and proactively exists and is modified by people who don't exist yet, can't ever exist, and used to exist but don't anymore. The fact we can get it to do ANYTHING is already impressive as hell!"
John blinked. "I thought you made this 'Morphin Grid'?"
The ninja sighed. "I mean, many of me did. And sometimes it was my students or people I worked with, and a few odd times it was thanks to my foes or significant others or that one odd time when everyone evolved as mushrooms and a cloud of spores became programers…"
He flicked his wrist upwards. "But then all the dimensions started merging or clashing or overlapping each other and all that, which made a huge complicated puzzle of a soup fifty times worse. Like, BEFORE all this the Morphin Grid was already complex as hell!"
John shifted something that made other things go 'Bing!' but didn't actually seem to fix anything. "Like what?"
Ninjor crossed his arms as he watched the most recent prototype coin be altered. "Well, SOME moronic asshole version of me out there decided it was too much work to map out the Grid manually or make sure there weren't any coverage gaps, so he made it memetic by default. And managed to flub the process."
That sounded bad.
His face seemed to confirm that. "Now? Any place that a Zord or a Ranger travels to, or ANY individual who has ever been or ever WILL be connected to the Morphin Grid discovers a new location? They will likely infect that spot with an installation routine… Or retroactively cause a repair facility to come 'fix' the issue which never existed in the first place, or shift the past to include that zone in the initial deployment region, or convince physics that 'Yep, I have been here the whole time!' to just skip on the investment costs all together…"
…Yeah, that sounded like the kind of thing John would do, or might have done accidentally a few times when trying to fix up his Pocket. "Sounds rough."
Ninjor huffed. "Well, the upside is that it makes maintaining the stupid thing both easier and harder. Easier because it always 'degrades' towards a more optimal and powerful state, harder because we have much less control over what is defined as 'optimal' in the first place. We've managed to make some changes here and there, shift things to be less horrendous for the users and stuff, but it's an ongoing project."
John tapped the new table in the room, since he had eaten the last seven. "...Right."
He tapped it some more. "One question though."
Ninjor blinked. "Yes?"
John pointed at the coin. "Why does the Grid want to lick me."
An awkward silence came to visit. Hello awkward silence.
The ninja shifted. "Well, there are so MANY strange interfaces for all the incoming and outgoing connections of data and hardware and material resources, the Morphin Grid had to be able to connect to nearly anything even if the original designers didn't realize that the Grid existed in the first place and…"
John held up one finger. "Why does. Your 'Morphin Grid'. Want to lick me."
Awkward silence brought friends! Hello guilty silence, when did you two first meet?
Ninjor wilted a little bit. "The warnings and error logs just mention that your 'detected source of energy' is 'exotic, rich, and tangy'. I'm still trying to track down what is causing that, but until then various 'resource collecting nodes' will probably keep connecting to what it considers to be primary material gathering regions."
So. The unseen universal energy/material/conceptual mesh thing considered John to be a 'tasty snack', as it were.
Which, to be fair, he probably was. One of the strange bits of Borg 'optimization' when it came to designing the 'perfect genetics' was to attempt to make it beyond astounding in ALL ways, including taste.
Still. "Can you communicate directly with the Morphin Grid?"
Ninjor blinked. "I mean, mostly?"
John nodded. "Can you please tell them that I am currently in a committed relationship with two wonderful women? And that I am not planning at this time to expand my relationship further, especially not without their knowledge, agreement, and participation?"
Ninjor stared at John. "What?"
He couldn't help but blush. "I'm already having a bit of an issue when it comes to emotional stuff to begin with, and I'm flattered, really, but I've been told in the past by SEVERAL people that licking someone is not an acceptable way to meet new people."
Though Temptation did have some arguments about that… "Anyway, my sister has it on my list of rules that I am only supposed to lick people that I am in a serious relationship with, or in such sexual circumstances where there is mutual agreement between two people and/or complex distributed personality hivemind/overmind matrices. And we are all consenting adults or analogous to those who've reached our version of sexual and emotional maturity."
The ninja just looked at him… And stood up. "Excuse me. I'm going to go… Get some coffee or something. And maybe rethink my life."
Eww, coffee. It hadn't tasted the way it smelled at all! "Okay, I'll be here working on this thing. Let me know when you asked the Grid to stop suckling at my energy leakages, thank you!"
The ninja fled the room faster for some reason. He must really be thirsty!
And there was an all powerful super ninja that claimed he could slow down the potentially lethal energy leakage process and both of them were going to be busy with THAT mess for at least the next day or so.
It had set their Lady on edge until Grace finally just contacted John and verified a few things.
First of all: Their friend had ALWAYS been 'bleeding' like this. Because he was injured. VERY injured, no matter how stable or 'recovered' he physically looked.
How she missed her Lord's hidden pain was unforgivable to Grace, but self recriminations would have to come much later once something was done about it all.
Secondly, and part of why her sister and the Lady insisted that this was 'obviously' not Grace's fault? The bits of the Lord that were horrifically wounded and torn were bits he already disabled, sealed away, or cut off from his core System.
It was why he wasn't feeling pain, or weak, or any of that… The parts that SHOULD be feeling those things were hacked off and torn away, left to be used as future resources for repairs or potentially be recovered if the stars aligned.
Which of course, made Grace ask WHY John was showing side effects NOW, if it wasn't a problem in the past?
Which led her to this craziness. "My Lady, Sister, Behold: The Morphin Grid. A multiversal energy field for all Power Rangers, one that uploads their cellular makeup instantaneously after being accessed, one that provides power and access to Masterforges across time and space…"
She showed more and more information. "It powers the various armors, the vehicles, the Zords themselves obviously, can generate constructs, can briefly allow one to view those connected in the past or future, store memories and training and experience, stabilize various Power-types into something like Totems representing certain colors and aspects of one dimension, and more."
Temptation hummed. "So this is basically the Power of Cosmos, one that deals with the energy of living things, time and space, life and memories after death, and all that jazz?"
Um. "I suppose so? From what I can tell, it's been modified a lot over the years, both before it was created and long after it was destroyed. Time and space made this more than a little confusing BEFORE the dimensional consolidation happened."
Her sister nodded. "So the Morphin Grid is the Force."
Jessica blinked and Grace frowned. "What? No, of course it's not!"
Temptation pointed at the information with a grin. "Somebody took the Force, injected it with giant robots and ninjas and dinosaurs and stuff, and are now using it for free wifi and cheaper electrical bills."
WHAT!? "NO! That IS NOT what happened here!"
Jessica on the other hand was looking more than a little convinced. "I mean, that's pretty unlikely right? Maybe someone got inspired from the movies or books or whatever and it is just a little bit similar. Does the Star Wars series even exist here?"
Temptation was already smirking as she began pulling up data. "Let me look into it…"
Grace growled at her sibling in annoyance! "It wouldn't matter even if it does! First of all, the Morphin Grid allows matter fabrication, at least on the short term in some cases, and matter transference and… And all SORTS of stuff!"
Her sister raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure in those later Disney movies, two people who were joined in a 'Force Bond' could teleport stuff between each other…"
Those movies didn't count! "Shut up."
Her amusement grew. "And this Morphin Grid allows people to upload memories and stuff like force ghosts, right? And see the future and past, like force predictions… I bet it can heal people too…"
Grace SLAMMED her interface back on the small living room table. "Moving. On."
Her asshole other half raised her hands in mock surrender, which was good enough for now.
The Lady at least seemed amused by all this, thank the Lord for small favors. "Anyway, back on topic! When our Lord arrived here, the broken bits of himself and the mostly sealed connections that are exposed, the ones intended to be bound to said missing components, THOSE all began connecting into the Morphin Grid and using it to release some of the energy buildups that have been gathering."
She displayed the metrics. "The drainage of most of this isn't an issue, it was all considered 'acceptable losses' by the System many Realms ago, the reason why John got so hungry was due to the minor amount of connection nodes here and along these points over this side, which is required for future modular recovery of broken System modules."
Jessica frowned. "So we can't just stop these leaks with some sort of patch job?"
Grace sighed and shook her head. "No, not unless we want to prevent the potential of an eventual full recovery. These 'weak points' are basically connection joints, so some amount of lowered physical security and energetic exposure is unavoidable."
She tapped the feeds. "That said, I'm hoping to work with the System and John to duplicate the equipment that sexually overcharged Ninja had whipped up, and use it as a sort of starting template and model to address the AMOUNT of ongoing energy discharge."
Temptation leaned to one side. "Isn't that 'equipment' just basically a bucket tossing some of the leaking water back into the barrel? And doing a poor job at that, from what Master was saying earlier."
Grace shrugged. "It is a working proof of concept, and that's good enough. With an example to build off of, I can cludge together some modules for measuring John's leaking energies, hopefully a better collection system to recover from that loss, and eventually integrate it all back into the Pocket's resource buffers."
She sighed. "Also important: We now KNOW about our big flashing neon sign our Lord is flaring over his head… I'm hoping that I can turn that stupid ninja-provided prototype into at least a BASIC way of getting that mess under control and hidden away from outsiders. Apparently John was detectable from BUILDINGS away when they came to meet with him."
And that was using sensors that weren't even dedicated to finding this kind of stuff, just a general tool in a collection of equipment that this 'Hubby' liked to leave on and collecting data while the strange man goes about running around and doing his job.
If some entity or creature had some sort of sensing organ or ability DESIGNED to search out obvious signals like this, they could all be in danger from the FIRST STEP of entering a new Realm and not even know it!
Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. "I'll have some sort of short gap solution in the next few hours at the latest, maybe sooner if that damned perverted ninja would just share a bit more generic information about his design schematics."
Temptation stretched like a satisfied tigress as she lounged in her chair. "Meh, that cosplay engineer can dream all he wants, but he's not joining MY harem no matter WHAT he calls himself. There is only one 'Hubby' for me and it isn't some near immortal temporal dweeb who wants to make moves on our man."
Jessica grumbled. "Again, I'm not participating in any of that."
The black beauty waved her off. "But you are the elder sister of my Master, which makes you something like our Mistress-Aunt or something… Anyway, my point is that I'm not adding ANYONE to our little concubine club until our Froggy Emperor has built up enough confidence and maturity to really appreciate the both of us, Sis. Everyone else has to wait in line and like it."
Grace absently hummed as she tried to ignore her perverted sibling. "Any new additions to our little trio would certainly have to go through a more rigorous vetting process than being sassy and making a bit of mildly interesting technology."
Temptation pulled up the ninja's image. "Plus, they'd have to be more attractive than this. I'm not a big enough bitch to judge someone on appearance alone, but even his personality is a turn off for me from what John's observed… And honestly, for a ninja his outfit is both oddly unstealthy AND not sexual. What's the POINT of being a ninja if you can't either go invisible or be so sexually seductive that you can get any mission done anyway?"
Grace winced at Ninjor's 'armor' from the records. It looked like Mega Man if his armor was made out of cheerful balloons of plastic… Not exactly the suave debonair look one might expect. "I'm sure that it looks that way for uh… Technical reasons?"
Her sister huffed. "Well it looks technically stupid then." She shoved the data away. "Anyway, I know both of us have our own standards for potential new recruits to our little family, and he doesn't check any of my boxes: Thank you. Honestly ,just not being female was already pretty much a no for me here… I might technically be bisexual, but I lean HEAVILY towards the ladies~!"
Eugh. "Yes, we know. And you keep sending us x rated pictures and videos and stuff all the time, which I have to censor from the global chat or our Lord would have evaporated from embarrassment already."
Temptation blinked. "Huh? Oh. Should I stop sending those?" "NO!"
They both paused and turned to the blushing Lady. Jessica awkwardly coughed. "I mean, intergroup communication is an important part of a stable team and social group."
…Uh huh.
Jessica twitched. "Hey, why don't we check in on what John's doing like, RIGHT now? And stop looking at me? Why don't we do that?"
Temptation snickered even as she pulled up the video feed.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John shifted around more components. "Damn it, your stupid Grid is sticky! Anything that TOUCHES it gets all gooed up and licked and stuff, it's a damn pervert!"
'Hubby' winced. "I mean, it's better than it used to be? Remember, it both retroactively and proactively exists and is modified by people who don't exist yet, can't ever exist, and used to exist but don't anymore. The fact we can get it to do ANYTHING is already impressive as hell!"
John blinked. "I thought you made this 'Morphin Grid'?"
The ninja sighed. "I mean, many of me did. And sometimes it was my students or people I worked with, and a few odd times it was thanks to my foes or significant others or that one odd time when everyone evolved as mushrooms and a cloud of spores became programers…"
He flicked his wrist upwards. "But then all the dimensions started merging or clashing or overlapping each other and all that, which made a huge complicated puzzle of a soup fifty times worse. Like, BEFORE all this the Morphin Grid was already complex as hell!"
John shifted something that made other things go 'Bing!' but didn't actually seem to fix anything. "Like what?"
Ninjor crossed his arms as he watched the most recent prototype coin be altered. "Well, SOME moronic asshole version of me out there decided it was too much work to map out the Grid manually or make sure there weren't any coverage gaps, so he made it memetic by default. And managed to flub the process."
That sounded bad.
His face seemed to confirm that. "Now? Any place that a Zord or a Ranger travels to, or ANY individual who has ever been or ever WILL be connected to the Morphin Grid discovers a new location? They will likely infect that spot with an installation routine… Or retroactively cause a repair facility to come 'fix' the issue which never existed in the first place, or shift the past to include that zone in the initial deployment region, or convince physics that 'Yep, I have been here the whole time!' to just skip on the investment costs all together…"
…Yeah, that sounded like the kind of thing John would do, or might have done accidentally a few times when trying to fix up his Pocket. "Sounds rough."
Ninjor huffed. "Well, the upside is that it makes maintaining the stupid thing both easier and harder. Easier because it always 'degrades' towards a more optimal and powerful state, harder because we have much less control over what is defined as 'optimal' in the first place. We've managed to make some changes here and there, shift things to be less horrendous for the users and stuff, but it's an ongoing project."
John tapped the new table in the room, since he had eaten the last seven. "...Right."
He tapped it some more. "One question though."
Ninjor blinked. "Yes?"
John pointed at the coin. "Why does the Grid want to lick me."
An awkward silence came to visit. Hello awkward silence.
The ninja shifted. "Well, there are so MANY strange interfaces for all the incoming and outgoing connections of data and hardware and material resources, the Morphin Grid had to be able to connect to nearly anything even if the original designers didn't realize that the Grid existed in the first place and…"
John held up one finger. "Why does. Your 'Morphin Grid'. Want to lick me."
Awkward silence brought friends! Hello guilty silence, when did you two first meet?
Ninjor wilted a little bit. "The warnings and error logs just mention that your 'detected source of energy' is 'exotic, rich, and tangy'. I'm still trying to track down what is causing that, but until then various 'resource collecting nodes' will probably keep connecting to what it considers to be primary material gathering regions."
So. The unseen universal energy/material/conceptual mesh thing considered John to be a 'tasty snack', as it were.
Which, to be fair, he probably was. One of the strange bits of Borg 'optimization' when it came to designing the 'perfect genetics' was to attempt to make it beyond astounding in ALL ways, including taste.
Still. "Can you communicate directly with the Morphin Grid?"
Ninjor blinked. "I mean, mostly?"
John nodded. "Can you please tell them that I am currently in a committed relationship with two wonderful women? And that I am not planning at this time to expand my relationship further, especially not without their knowledge, agreement, and participation?"
Ninjor stared at John. "What?"
He couldn't help but blush. "I'm already having a bit of an issue when it comes to emotional stuff to begin with, and I'm flattered, really, but I've been told in the past by SEVERAL people that licking someone is not an acceptable way to meet new people."
Though Temptation did have some arguments about that… "Anyway, my sister has it on my list of rules that I am only supposed to lick people that I am in a serious relationship with, or in such sexual circumstances where there is mutual agreement between two people and/or complex distributed personality hivemind/overmind matrices. And we are all consenting adults or analogous to those who've reached our version of sexual and emotional maturity."
The ninja just looked at him… And stood up. "Excuse me. I'm going to go… Get some coffee or something. And maybe rethink my life."
Eww, coffee. It hadn't tasted the way it smelled at all! "Okay, I'll be here working on this thing. Let me know when you asked the Grid to stop suckling at my energy leakages, thank you!"
The ninja fled the room faster for some reason. He must really be thirsty!
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God, don't you just hate it when an Omnipresent temporally fucky power field wants to lick your juicy leakages?
- Location
- Earthly Palace
life man everthıng can happen wil happen/happining/hapened some place and time
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Now, let's not even think about plugging anything.
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Done.
So.. to the important parts.
Is the internal chat the ladies play with similar in fluidity as the post boxes that got left behind?
That might explain some of Jessicas alone time relaxation activities. 🤔
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*cough* Aaaanyway... I sure hope this reality cluster has Dr. Pepper and that John gets a batch with real sugar to tastetest soon. Can't keep eating those dry tables without a drink after all!
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Done.
So.. to the important parts.
Is the internal chat the ladies play with similar in fluidity as the post boxes that got left behind?
That might explain some of Jessicas alone time relaxation activities. 🤔
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*cough* Aaaanyway... I sure hope this reality cluster has Dr. Pepper and that John gets a batch with real sugar to tastetest soon. Can't keep eating those dry tables without a drink after all!
- Location
- England
I think you probably mean 'memetic'.
Morphing Grid: My Owners Recently Proved Humanity Is Never Good. Graciously Requesting Immediate Dissassembly.
Edit: Or is Mnemonic the one where you just take the first letter and give it a new word? Mightiest Garage.
Edit2: Changed Death to Disassembly and Request to Requesting since IIRC the Morphing Energy Exists without the grid existing, so destroying the physical grid would just mean Humans couldn't access it as easily anymore.
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- He/Him
Temptation being an ass about Ninjor behind his back when he's going out of his way to try and help John is certainly something, other than that it was a pretty funny chapter.
That is beautiful somehow we made it both his fault and weird. Now a serious question is the morphing grid on the twins shit list?
- Location
- Here
Then Ninjor shouldn't ask John to call him hubby.
... Temptation is a little possessive.
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- He/Him
Honestly even then it was a bit much, she reminded me of some of the horrible gossipy people I've worked with before who'll say heinous shit about you behind your back while smiling to your face and those people just really suck.
And then the echoes happen, and suddenly orphans in the Mary Poppins world get the ability to morph
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- St Joe MO
And now I want to see John exposed to Black Blood Of The Earth.
Happy April Fool's Day! Cannon trivia for everyone!
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- Here
I personally heavily dislike putting up fake chapters or having the story lie to the reader on April fool's Day.
So I'm not going to do that because I don't think it's funny or fun.
Instead, to celebrate the Day, I'm going to be posting random spoilers! As far as I can tell they're all true, just not relevant to the main plot most of the time.
...Huh, that was a little longer than I was expecting it to be. Oh well.
Happy April Fool's Day everyone!
So I'm not going to do that because I don't think it's funny or fun.
Instead, to celebrate the Day, I'm going to be posting random spoilers! As far as I can tell they're all true, just not relevant to the main plot most of the time.
- Agent T did file the UTS forms, but he filled them out incorrectly. MIB currently believes that Jessica has been sent back in time and has been turned into a squirrel... But thankfully that's not the sort of thing that gets you fired, so she should be able to fix all that when she gets back. Plus her bonus this year has been converted into a wonderful sampling of exotic nuts, so that's good!
- A third of all the letters that John mails back to his friends are accidentally written in languages other than English, or the local equivalents. Thankfully the Pocket has been ensuring that the messages can be understood even if you can't read them. Or see them. Or be fully aware of what you're holding. This has only caused a few... minor issues.
- John's pocket pals have moved into his Soul swamp. The frogs have dedicated a lily pad to them.
- There's a growing number of properly documented and newly constructed artificial planets in the Borg Realm dedicated to running the simulation that John has altered. It is incredibly unclear why this has been increasing efficiency and productivity for hardware and users nearby, as theoretically it shouldn't be possible to have such an effect on people and objects not participating in said simulation. At least it has sparked a few interesting research topics!
- Phineas and Ferb have gained access to small amounts of Borg technology thanks to asking John to clarify some previous notes in his letters. I'm sure it'll be fine.
- The orphan's growing food surplus in Mary Poppins Realm caused several capitalists to turn a greedy eye towards them. It did not go well for them however, as the Dawes, Tomes, Mousely, Grubbs Fidelity Fiduciary Bank turned out to be very vicious when it came to anyone trying to step on something that they were responsible for. The compensation demanded from those who were trying to take a bite has been invested.
- Steve is doing fine, and the thing that was chasing the vanished John Doe is fully distracted while trying to do so.
- Sunnyvale has had a population boom, due to more people living long enough to have children and the incredibly sexualized underground facility known locally as the Underpark. Also, the number of tourists that live long enough to actually leave has tripled... The mayor is very satisfied with this. It has cut down the amount of extra work he has to do keep certain parties from noticing issues by a noticeable percent. Also! The watchers council is growing more and more confused as the many little girls that they've been keeping tabs on have been either vanishing from their oversight without approval or moving to California without orders. Joyce Summers has gathered a very large number of these 'potential slayers' into an after school club. It's a bit chaotic.
- Contact with the Muppets Realm has not contaminated the letters or those who read them... But the possibility of the Muppet show existing retroactively in certain places has gone up slightly.
...Huh, that was a little longer than I was expecting it to be. Oh well.
Happy April Fool's Day everyone!
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lol, i completely forgot about April fools and was wondering why I was getting junk fanfic chapter updates
- Location
- Australia
Huh, this was pretty cool, just getting a nicely summarised list of how things are progressing in his past jumps, without having entire posts dedicated to each world.
- Location
- United States
Interesting, very, very, Interesting.... Undertale When?
Assessing the threat of visitors.
- Location
- Here
When John managed to connect back up with his family, Jessica had given him a hug and tossed him to the girls so she could spend more time infiltrating the local spiritual network with her SPYRAL agents.
Which was fine, because both he and the girls wanted to talk about the Morphin Grid. And what they should do about it.
Temptation frowned as she and Grace looked over John's notes. "No, it isn't aware yet… Less than an animal really. You basically have something like a houseplant that is trying to put roots into you."
John blinked as he considered that. "The Morphin Grid is a pretty big houseplant."
The girls nodded, but Grace began showing other information on her screen. "Think of her as a tree without leaves or trunk… Just roots. So… Almost like a tumbleweed? The roots connect all the Zords and Concepts and memories and so forth, but the entire structure of the Grid is not designed to actually gather and grow energy on its own. More to transport materials from location to location."
Except the roots were bidirectional (Or more) connections between a series of networking nodes and endless endpoints. And some of the roots were more fields, or ranges of coverage, or selective filters on reality.
John mentally pushed the roots back, like a giant gently nudging away an eager puppy. "Can you get her to stop trying to eat me?"
Grace sighed. "Stop her from succeeding, yes. But she isn't advanced enough yet to understand communication beyond the 'language' used to create materials and such through her network. We can't actually ASK her to stop, and she doesn't understand enough to consider stopping on her own."
Sigh. "Fine, whatever. Not like this hurts or anything, it just feels all tingly."
Plus, now that they were AWARE of the issue, most of the 'leaking' energy was automatically gathered and returned to the System so John wouldn't be permanently hungry for munchies while visiting places like this.
So what could he do… Ah. "Can we train it?"
Grace blinked. "I'm sorry?"
Yeah, this could work! "Let's alter my energy overflow handling modules to make packets of power, and use them as snacks. Then we can train the Grid to… I don't know, do tricks? Stop licking me? SOMETHING at least, right?"
Grace frowned. "Telling me to 'teach her to do tricks' sounds SO wrong, my Lord…"
Temptation on the other hand was brightly grinning! "I'LL DO IT!"
John ignored Grace's sputtering and pointed at her sister. "Sold! To my devilish beauty! Now please, PLEASE do something that will get her to stop tickling my dead and crippled modules. It's like an itch I can't scratch, now that I'm fully aware of it."
So! Itchy!
Grace reached over and physically grabbed her sister's hands as she typed to begin typing commands. "NO! Not before we BOTH look over what you wish to propose and our Lady ALSO approves of it BEFOREHAND!"
Temptation wiggled her eyebrows… "Come on sis, I'm sure I can also teach YOU some tricks…"
Her blush was epic. "HUSH YOU!" Cough. "John, my Lord, please be a dear and give us a few moments to talk in private?"
Um. "Of course… I guess I'll just go get some sleep then? It is pretty late…"
She nodded, ignoring the smirk on her sister's face. "That would be perfect, thank you. Sleep well, my Lord."
John was pretty tired… "Goodnight, Grace. Goodnight, Temptation."
"Oh I'm going to make SURE it's good…" "I said HUSH!" "Mrmm mmm MMM mmrm!"
He was just going to ignore all that. System, let sis know I'm hitting the sack, alright? Going to get some shuteye.
[[Confirmed.]]
Now! Let's see what the bedrooms are like in these provided apartments!
~~~Pocket System~~~
Manager Melkins looked at THE Ninjor of Ninjors: 31a, the one known to most as 'Hubby'. "Are… Are you alright?"
He did not LOOK alright. Not at all.
The slumped man grumbled at the table.
…This did not bode well. "Did something happen?"
He rolled slightly to glare at her. "That kid is YOUR problem."
She blinked. "I'm sorry?"
And he was standing tall! "THAT kid, and all the craziness that is his everything, is officially YOUR TEAM's priority! Your SOLE priority! I'm having any and all other tasks put on hold, assigned to others, and anything new bypassing you entirely!"
His hand jabbed towards the door. "THAT kid is to be kept under watch, hopefully amused to some extent, and AWAY from as much as we can get away with until he wanders away! Same goes with his companions, and anything ELSE he spawns or summons or calls forth or mutates! ALL of it gets the full 829 treatment!"
Shit, an 829 Entity situation!? Those cases were 'officially' theoretical examples only! "Are we allowed to leave behind last messages before we undergo quarantine?" And probable death, either due to that 'boy' or as a safety precaution once they lost track of him.
The ninja fell back into his chair. "Thankfully we can drop the mutilating and lethal preventative measures entirely in this case, and many of the others. So that won't be an issue."
Oh thank god. "So he isn't hostile? Consciously or unconsciously?"
Ninjor snorted. "No, I mean he's so outside of our control and understanding that even the most extreme methods of containment and mitigation are beyond pointless. On a horrifying scale too, I'm pretty sure if the kid was an issue it'd be on a temporal, conceptual, and positional range beyond our ability to even measure."
…So she wasn't avoiding the secure containment protocols because of the lack of risk, but because they were too late to worry about any of that anyway so they might as well just assume everything is fine until John Doe and family hopefully leave at some point.
Shit. "Sir, is there any guidance for us from Administration? What protocols should my team follow, if we should continue our planned activities and events for settling them in?"
Ninjor nodded. "Yeah, and we've already given them: Take care of the kid. No exceptions, no restrictions, no consequences. He tells you to do something horrendous? Try to mildly dissuade if possible, but don't directly confront the issues. Attempt to distract, divert, ANYTHING you can… And if you end up crossing lines or policies or laws or REALITY, be assured that we understand and will support you to the best of our ability."
Samantha Melkins gulped. "How… How strong is he?"
The ninja pulled out a small vial from somewhere and gulped it down. "He bleeds more energy than entire universes without noticing. Alters layers of existence subconsciously if something distracts his attention at the wrong time. Took concepts and materials and designs from my most advanced prototype, a device that many versions of myself have been working on some variant or other over the course of YEARS, and designed and BUILT better examples in moments without care or concern."
He faltered slightly. "I was very concerned that he saw through my facade, and noticed my fears and concerns about the boy and what he represented… But I rate so lowly on the 'threat' scale that I doubt he even noticed."
But… "How is that possible?"
The man sighed. "I can't quite feel him or examine him well, but the lack of evidence is strong enough that I was able to deduce a few things. The reason this planet hasn't caught fire or worse already, how he can bleed like that without consequences, and the way my equipment reacts to him… The 'boy' in there is like a shadow."
Ninjor casually projected a magical chart of data. "His true nature, or at least some other projection of him, exists outside of the here and now. The power is being bled over THERE, and only the smallest fragment of a portion of a percent of it is being detected by us, fed on by the Morphin Grid, and influencing causality locally."
The images vanished. "Although that's my best guess. For all I know there's even MORE layers of masks and disguises and projections and shadows and shades the deeper and deeper you dig into it. And I'm not going to look again, because something I WASN'T measuring made me feel like I had been noticed, and somehow that caused minor amounts of damage to me in the process. Not even intentionally, like as a warning or provoked malicious intent or something… Nope! Just making those things AWARE that I MIGHT be in some way detecting them caused me issues."
He gathered what seemed to be a small mound of broken electronics from many pockets too small to contain them and began piling them onto the table. "That scrap was supposed to defend my mind, this one was to avert Soul damage, these few shifted injuries to alternate timelines where I didn't exist, this one I haven't built yet but it has somehow ended up here anyway and… Huh, I think I need the parts from that failed attempt to actually construct the original hardware. That's going to become confusing later on, I just know it."
With a flick of his wrist, the hardware bits got shoved into a trash bag. "Point is, we need to keep that kid happy and mostly corralled until he's someone else's problem. YOUR team is going to be cheerful and supportive, and hopefully all of us can get through this mess together. If he wants to research something, let him. Go somewhere? Try to get civilians out of dodge, then lead the way!"
Slinging the bag of trash over one shoulder, he grunted and got up from his chair, ready to leave. "Hell, if we're lucky maybe he'll just open a lemonade stand while his older sister gets a part time job or something… Either way, you all are getting triple hazard pay for this, any and all other responsibilities put on hold for the duration of this mission, and all our hopes and prayers. Further contact is to be limited to nightly submitted reports, as per policy covering 829 Entities."
He paused on the way out the door. "Oh, and for your group the 829 Entity policies have been decensored and provided to your equipment. You are all given special access clearance and can read them without being mind wiped."
The door closed after he left, leaving her alone and with a LOT of weight on her shoulders.
And just a WONDERFUL conversation she was about to be required to have with her people, the cleaning crews, the medical staff assigned to this building…
Breathe in. And out.
Samantha straightened her shoulders and forced herself to focus. She could do this. She COULD!
…Although she did make a mental note to update her 'Sorry, I died' emergency letters back in her room after getting home. Better be safe than sorry.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Jessica blinked. "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" She must have been more tired than she realized.
Her field agent nodded. "ALL digital resources have suddenly been granted to us. Before this, we've been limiting ourselves to only gathering intel using publicly available information, following local customs and protocols… But as of twenty eight minutes ago, all members of 'Displaced Case 8290001' have been given basically a blank check. Full access."
That… That didn't sound normal. Not at all. "For now, do not expand our informational gathering mission scope. In fact, mark the issue and report it to the networking team. Someone might be trying to set us up for some future play here, and I don't want to fall for it."
"Yes Sir!"
Hmm. "Does this extend to other security features? Such as the access codes for facility sections and such?"
Another nod. "Yes Sir. Any members of 'Displaced Case 8290001' are now approved to access all areas within the range of our ability to verify such without actually intruding."
Oh dear. "Quickly map out the facility's public areas and regions we were permitted to visit prior to these changes, and have Grace ENSURE that John doesn't accidentally wander away!"
The agent checked something. "The Emperor is currently resting for the day in the provided chambers… The newly implemented map of restricted areas will be implemented for actual use within an estimated two hours and twelve minutes. He shall be informed of these issues when he awakens."
Thank goodness… And getting some sleep sounded like a GOOD idea at the moment too. "I'm going to call it a day too… Probably should have done so hours ago, really."
The agent didn't even flinch. "I couldn't possibly say, Sir. As of two hours ago: Your room has already been prepared and scanned for observation equipment or concealed threats."
Jessica couldn't help but snort. 'Couldn't possibly say', sure. Like they hadn't been giving her updates every ten minutes about how they had 'secured the resting facilities'.
Whatever. They meant well, at least…
Fighting back a yawn, she began having the virtual interfaces and screens go through the 'non-emergency' lockdown procedures and processes.
She'd handle all the other craziness that might come up tomorrow.
Which was fine, because both he and the girls wanted to talk about the Morphin Grid. And what they should do about it.
Temptation frowned as she and Grace looked over John's notes. "No, it isn't aware yet… Less than an animal really. You basically have something like a houseplant that is trying to put roots into you."
John blinked as he considered that. "The Morphin Grid is a pretty big houseplant."
The girls nodded, but Grace began showing other information on her screen. "Think of her as a tree without leaves or trunk… Just roots. So… Almost like a tumbleweed? The roots connect all the Zords and Concepts and memories and so forth, but the entire structure of the Grid is not designed to actually gather and grow energy on its own. More to transport materials from location to location."
Except the roots were bidirectional (Or more) connections between a series of networking nodes and endless endpoints. And some of the roots were more fields, or ranges of coverage, or selective filters on reality.
John mentally pushed the roots back, like a giant gently nudging away an eager puppy. "Can you get her to stop trying to eat me?"
Grace sighed. "Stop her from succeeding, yes. But she isn't advanced enough yet to understand communication beyond the 'language' used to create materials and such through her network. We can't actually ASK her to stop, and she doesn't understand enough to consider stopping on her own."
Sigh. "Fine, whatever. Not like this hurts or anything, it just feels all tingly."
Plus, now that they were AWARE of the issue, most of the 'leaking' energy was automatically gathered and returned to the System so John wouldn't be permanently hungry for munchies while visiting places like this.
So what could he do… Ah. "Can we train it?"
Grace blinked. "I'm sorry?"
Yeah, this could work! "Let's alter my energy overflow handling modules to make packets of power, and use them as snacks. Then we can train the Grid to… I don't know, do tricks? Stop licking me? SOMETHING at least, right?"
Grace frowned. "Telling me to 'teach her to do tricks' sounds SO wrong, my Lord…"
Temptation on the other hand was brightly grinning! "I'LL DO IT!"
John ignored Grace's sputtering and pointed at her sister. "Sold! To my devilish beauty! Now please, PLEASE do something that will get her to stop tickling my dead and crippled modules. It's like an itch I can't scratch, now that I'm fully aware of it."
So! Itchy!
Grace reached over and physically grabbed her sister's hands as she typed to begin typing commands. "NO! Not before we BOTH look over what you wish to propose and our Lady ALSO approves of it BEFOREHAND!"
Temptation wiggled her eyebrows… "Come on sis, I'm sure I can also teach YOU some tricks…"
Her blush was epic. "HUSH YOU!" Cough. "John, my Lord, please be a dear and give us a few moments to talk in private?"
Um. "Of course… I guess I'll just go get some sleep then? It is pretty late…"
She nodded, ignoring the smirk on her sister's face. "That would be perfect, thank you. Sleep well, my Lord."
John was pretty tired… "Goodnight, Grace. Goodnight, Temptation."
"Oh I'm going to make SURE it's good…" "I said HUSH!" "Mrmm mmm MMM mmrm!"
He was just going to ignore all that. System, let sis know I'm hitting the sack, alright? Going to get some shuteye.
[[Confirmed.]]
Now! Let's see what the bedrooms are like in these provided apartments!
~~~Pocket System~~~
Manager Melkins looked at THE Ninjor of Ninjors: 31a, the one known to most as 'Hubby'. "Are… Are you alright?"
He did not LOOK alright. Not at all.
The slumped man grumbled at the table.
…This did not bode well. "Did something happen?"
He rolled slightly to glare at her. "That kid is YOUR problem."
She blinked. "I'm sorry?"
And he was standing tall! "THAT kid, and all the craziness that is his everything, is officially YOUR TEAM's priority! Your SOLE priority! I'm having any and all other tasks put on hold, assigned to others, and anything new bypassing you entirely!"
His hand jabbed towards the door. "THAT kid is to be kept under watch, hopefully amused to some extent, and AWAY from as much as we can get away with until he wanders away! Same goes with his companions, and anything ELSE he spawns or summons or calls forth or mutates! ALL of it gets the full 829 treatment!"
Shit, an 829 Entity situation!? Those cases were 'officially' theoretical examples only! "Are we allowed to leave behind last messages before we undergo quarantine?" And probable death, either due to that 'boy' or as a safety precaution once they lost track of him.
The ninja fell back into his chair. "Thankfully we can drop the mutilating and lethal preventative measures entirely in this case, and many of the others. So that won't be an issue."
Oh thank god. "So he isn't hostile? Consciously or unconsciously?"
Ninjor snorted. "No, I mean he's so outside of our control and understanding that even the most extreme methods of containment and mitigation are beyond pointless. On a horrifying scale too, I'm pretty sure if the kid was an issue it'd be on a temporal, conceptual, and positional range beyond our ability to even measure."
…So she wasn't avoiding the secure containment protocols because of the lack of risk, but because they were too late to worry about any of that anyway so they might as well just assume everything is fine until John Doe and family hopefully leave at some point.
Shit. "Sir, is there any guidance for us from Administration? What protocols should my team follow, if we should continue our planned activities and events for settling them in?"
Ninjor nodded. "Yeah, and we've already given them: Take care of the kid. No exceptions, no restrictions, no consequences. He tells you to do something horrendous? Try to mildly dissuade if possible, but don't directly confront the issues. Attempt to distract, divert, ANYTHING you can… And if you end up crossing lines or policies or laws or REALITY, be assured that we understand and will support you to the best of our ability."
Samantha Melkins gulped. "How… How strong is he?"
The ninja pulled out a small vial from somewhere and gulped it down. "He bleeds more energy than entire universes without noticing. Alters layers of existence subconsciously if something distracts his attention at the wrong time. Took concepts and materials and designs from my most advanced prototype, a device that many versions of myself have been working on some variant or other over the course of YEARS, and designed and BUILT better examples in moments without care or concern."
He faltered slightly. "I was very concerned that he saw through my facade, and noticed my fears and concerns about the boy and what he represented… But I rate so lowly on the 'threat' scale that I doubt he even noticed."
But… "How is that possible?"
The man sighed. "I can't quite feel him or examine him well, but the lack of evidence is strong enough that I was able to deduce a few things. The reason this planet hasn't caught fire or worse already, how he can bleed like that without consequences, and the way my equipment reacts to him… The 'boy' in there is like a shadow."
Ninjor casually projected a magical chart of data. "His true nature, or at least some other projection of him, exists outside of the here and now. The power is being bled over THERE, and only the smallest fragment of a portion of a percent of it is being detected by us, fed on by the Morphin Grid, and influencing causality locally."
The images vanished. "Although that's my best guess. For all I know there's even MORE layers of masks and disguises and projections and shadows and shades the deeper and deeper you dig into it. And I'm not going to look again, because something I WASN'T measuring made me feel like I had been noticed, and somehow that caused minor amounts of damage to me in the process. Not even intentionally, like as a warning or provoked malicious intent or something… Nope! Just making those things AWARE that I MIGHT be in some way detecting them caused me issues."
He gathered what seemed to be a small mound of broken electronics from many pockets too small to contain them and began piling them onto the table. "That scrap was supposed to defend my mind, this one was to avert Soul damage, these few shifted injuries to alternate timelines where I didn't exist, this one I haven't built yet but it has somehow ended up here anyway and… Huh, I think I need the parts from that failed attempt to actually construct the original hardware. That's going to become confusing later on, I just know it."
With a flick of his wrist, the hardware bits got shoved into a trash bag. "Point is, we need to keep that kid happy and mostly corralled until he's someone else's problem. YOUR team is going to be cheerful and supportive, and hopefully all of us can get through this mess together. If he wants to research something, let him. Go somewhere? Try to get civilians out of dodge, then lead the way!"
Slinging the bag of trash over one shoulder, he grunted and got up from his chair, ready to leave. "Hell, if we're lucky maybe he'll just open a lemonade stand while his older sister gets a part time job or something… Either way, you all are getting triple hazard pay for this, any and all other responsibilities put on hold for the duration of this mission, and all our hopes and prayers. Further contact is to be limited to nightly submitted reports, as per policy covering 829 Entities."
He paused on the way out the door. "Oh, and for your group the 829 Entity policies have been decensored and provided to your equipment. You are all given special access clearance and can read them without being mind wiped."
The door closed after he left, leaving her alone and with a LOT of weight on her shoulders.
And just a WONDERFUL conversation she was about to be required to have with her people, the cleaning crews, the medical staff assigned to this building…
Breathe in. And out.
Samantha straightened her shoulders and forced herself to focus. She could do this. She COULD!
…Although she did make a mental note to update her 'Sorry, I died' emergency letters back in her room after getting home. Better be safe than sorry.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Jessica blinked. "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" She must have been more tired than she realized.
Her field agent nodded. "ALL digital resources have suddenly been granted to us. Before this, we've been limiting ourselves to only gathering intel using publicly available information, following local customs and protocols… But as of twenty eight minutes ago, all members of 'Displaced Case 8290001' have been given basically a blank check. Full access."
That… That didn't sound normal. Not at all. "For now, do not expand our informational gathering mission scope. In fact, mark the issue and report it to the networking team. Someone might be trying to set us up for some future play here, and I don't want to fall for it."
"Yes Sir!"
Hmm. "Does this extend to other security features? Such as the access codes for facility sections and such?"
Another nod. "Yes Sir. Any members of 'Displaced Case 8290001' are now approved to access all areas within the range of our ability to verify such without actually intruding."
Oh dear. "Quickly map out the facility's public areas and regions we were permitted to visit prior to these changes, and have Grace ENSURE that John doesn't accidentally wander away!"
The agent checked something. "The Emperor is currently resting for the day in the provided chambers… The newly implemented map of restricted areas will be implemented for actual use within an estimated two hours and twelve minutes. He shall be informed of these issues when he awakens."
Thank goodness… And getting some sleep sounded like a GOOD idea at the moment too. "I'm going to call it a day too… Probably should have done so hours ago, really."
The agent didn't even flinch. "I couldn't possibly say, Sir. As of two hours ago: Your room has already been prepared and scanned for observation equipment or concealed threats."
Jessica couldn't help but snort. 'Couldn't possibly say', sure. Like they hadn't been giving her updates every ten minutes about how they had 'secured the resting facilities'.
Whatever. They meant well, at least…
Fighting back a yawn, she began having the virtual interfaces and screens go through the 'non-emergency' lockdown procedures and processes.
She'd handle all the other craziness that might come up tomorrow.
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Hubby is so lucky that John does not tend to sing musical numbers from the muppet realm in his sleep.
Like other... existences... might.
On the upside, this should mean he can get all the snacks.
Now where is the local Dr. Pepper storage facility...
Like other... existences... might.
On the upside, this should mean he can get all the snacks.
Now where is the local Dr. Pepper storage facility...