[OPEN] [Groundhog Day Brainstorming Post, backdated to the fourth February 2nd.] TIME IS FLEETING...

[where_the_hearth_is]

Who: A bunch of nerds. Everybody who wants to brainstorm on fixing the Groundhog Day situation.
When: Noon->afternoon->evening on the fourth iteration of February 2nd.
Where: The House.
Summary: TIME IS WEIRD WHAT DO
Warnings: Should be pretty clean.



The House directs them all to the ballroom, a broad expanse of elaborately inlaid stone dotted with clusters of cozy chairs. Drones scoot about the room, offering plates of delicious little sandwiches, coffee, juice, and tea. The entire western wall is a single diamond-paned window overlooking the ocean, save the doors set into it that lead out to the balcony. On small tables beside the window are sleek, pen-sized implements not unlike a tablet stylus, that everyone can use to write out ideas, equations, or conceptual doodles in the responsive nano-circuitry lacing the window. Make yourselves comfortable.

OOC: Discuss ideas in small groups or larger ones, with subthreads as necessary. Feel free to ask the House to run statistical models for you. Inhabitants of the House may mingle as well, if they are so inclined.

Comments

[myselfexcluded]

[Well, here's Washu, who seems pretty nonplussed to be inside a sentient house. She's sitting in a big comfy chair with her ankles crossed, sipping tea, and being generally pensive.]

I haven't seen a collaboration of minds this varied since I was back at the Academy. Brings back memories.

[gaveherwings]

The Academy?

[Daedalus questions keenly, curious as to what everyone else considers schooling.

He's immediately content with the House's hospitality- it reminds him altogether of high function personal service autoreivs with domestic applications. Which he's missed.]

[myselfexcluded]

Mmm. The Royal Space Academy. I used to be the director there before I decided there was too much pomp and not enough circumstance. I needed some hands-on scientific discovery, instead of listening to a bunch of old men debate physics all day. [She picks up a cookie.] Although, that's why we're all here today.

[hisoldgirl]

There are quite a few of us here, yes. It's all rather fascinating. [a pause] You also attended Academy? You don't look like a Time Lord. Well, like any I have data on. Though I suppose you could be, either way.

[myselfexcluded]

[She laughs] I'm no Time Lord. I'm just a humble genius scientist from the Royal Space Academy. The best one in the galaxy too, I might add. [Yep. Humble.]

[doeswhathewants]

[Why is Loki even here? He's just lounging upside down on a chair and has no idea how to get out of a time loops because he's usually the one creating them rather than banishing them. But, he wants to help and he's a tiny magical powerhouse, so until someone aims and fires him, he's just going to chill. Rah rah moral support.]

[where_the_hearth_is]

[The House brings him some flaky sugar cookies.]

Do you think we can figure it out?

[doeswhathewants]

[Oh, he likes those and gives a little sound of enjoyment at the first bite]

Barring all else, we could blow up the Core entirely and see if the world resets.

[underachiever]

[Shikamaru's some distance away from the others, staring out the window.]

[gaveherwings]

[Dr. Yumeno keeps watching him from the corner of his eye with a wary frown of concern.

After that network post... that blade-to-the-hand theory- well, there's much he'd like to say about that. No, not to say so much as ask. And not interrogate so much as listen to what remains unsaid about the entire gesture. It had left him too uncomfortable for responding then, and too guilty afterwards, for failing to.

Beyond that, he has little to contribute to the discussions other than a practical sounding board. A medical doctor, even one from a city as advanced in it's internalized systems and a computerized counting of the days as Romdeau, has no extensive background in magic, quantum theory, dimensional science, or other metaphysical phenomena.

His new 'power's lie with accelerating the aging process, though, and his sense of internal clock is close to impeccable- so perhaps it's a field well worth a dabbling hand in, something to consider for his own edification.]

[underachiever]

[He can tell he's being watched. It breaks his concentration - and it might as well, really, because at this point he's been going in circles for days. He'd managed to work out everything he needed to know except how to fix it. Since he doesn't know how to override the Core's power, he's practically useless here.

So he turns and directs a questioning glance to the doctor.]

[magnetic_magpie]

He had scooped up a cup of coffee after thanking the House and immediately started working on what he knew from his world, doing all the maths on the wall. The problem with time travel in his world, he knew, was that it often simply created a divergent timeline. That wouldn't work here. However, some, a rare few, could alter time. Not that he understood how - it was generally teamed 'magic' when he simply believed they just didn't understand enough to call science.

[paysdelamour]

Francis had thought to accompany his landlord/friend, not to help, certainly not - his people may have innovated some truly spectacular things, but with all his own studies into the arts and the like, it was not as if he was an expert in any of the sciences. Therefore, he had mostly come just to observe, to make sure Michael didn't work himself too hard. Perhaps he might contribute something on a whim. Or perhaps having an "average" person to springboard stuff off of might be beneficial.

Either way, Francis finds himself moving up to Michael, now that Francis gingerly taken a cup of coffee and a little snack from one of the droids, and proceeds to his side. "This is certainly an... interesting place." Honestly, he wasn't sure what to think of the House. Nothing bad, just... strange. Then again, personifications of nations were a rather strange thing.

[typhlopid]

[Getting to a new place is always somewhat of a challenge for Snake, but he's too prideful to do anything but arrive on his own. And so he steps in, using his white cane to navigate.

He is tall, lanky, handsome and well-groomed. Though his button-down shirt and trousers are not exactly on the luxurious side, he carries himself with an air that could be described as regal, in spite of his blindness.

He listens for the sounds of others talking, and makes his approach.]

[inthejunk]

[Except then some nervous kid totally trips over your cane, dude.]

OW! Shit...oh, man, seriously?

[After a tumble that he turned into a somersaul, the kid scrambles up to his hands and knees again, then leaps to his feet.]

Are you alright?

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke realizes he's out of place as soon as he steps through the doorway, but it's too late to turn back now, right? He just stands inside awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. Isn't someone going to take control of this meeting or something?]

[paysdelamour]

[Francis happens to notice a familiar looking face, just standing around as he is. Regardless of their last conversation, with the texting bug, Francis comes up to Yosuke with all smiles.]

Bonjour, mon ami!

Evening

[paysdelamour]

[Francis is now standing out on the balcony, admiring the sunset stretched out before him. He's got a cigarette in between his lips that he's currently lighting, and a somewhat blank expression on his face. Now that he's made sure Michael has at least eaten something in between all these calculations, he feels as if his work here is done.

God, he really doesn't want to go into work again tonight. Five whole straight days of working has just been killing his resolve to do anything. Perhaps he should ask Raul for a break...

He inhales to make sure the tip is glowing properly, then puts his lighter back in his pocket, catching the cig between his first and middle fingers, letting out the smoke up into the quickly-darkening sky. He wonders for a moment how long Michael will be, if he'll have to make the trip to Lion's Gate by himself. Not that he can't do it, just, he's too tired from all this messing with time. If he has to fight something tonight he's not sure he's in the best condition to do it.]

[ace_of_knaves]

[The Joker steps in with a flourish and a wild-eyed grin. He wants to be here. Repeating days are no good for a showman. Same day, same audience, same punchlines.]

[underachiever]

[Oh, it's the man himself. Shikamaru turns to look, but he doesn't move from his spot. It's too convenient right here, with the window's light elongating his shadow. Anyway, he's not about to do something ridiculous like threaten the Joker.]

[antedupmyheart]

[Space is, generally speaking, not precisely Luxord's area of expertise. But after several days of having to deal with time resetting itself every day, he's gotten tired of the state of affairs. If it were of his own doing, that he could tolerate, for a time. That it's not is a problem, and if his own efforts will help, than help he will. His arrival isn't flashy, although he does take the shortcut of a dark portal in the initial steps of the journey.

Actually entering the house, however, is done by foot. He's no interest in being seen as rude.]

[hisoldgirl]

[she's never been one for crowds, but the idea of speaking with others of an intellectual sort is compelling enough to get her to show. the TARDIS flits about at the edge of the room mostly, trying to pick up tidbits of conversation here and there, before finding a cozy spot to sit down and begin jotting her own notes and drawing up diagrams, some based off her own theories, others from what she hears around the room]

[balladeer]

[ Aurican can't say that he really understands these matters. But, he hasn't lived as long without obtaining some kind of wisdom. And with House so frazzled by all these repeating days, he cannot help but pitch in and help. ]

latest >.>

[pawnofrassilon]

[Oh House, you had the Master when you said 'luncheon'. At the moment he's doing an admirable job of monopolizing the drones, chasing the tantalizing plates of food down and devouring every last crumb. Hey, he's behaving as best he can-- mostly because time loops are never pleasant to be trapped in.]

no me >_>

[where_the_hearth_is]

If you like something in particular, I could make you more?