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tabularasa_rp2020-08-13 11:59 am
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Does Anybody Really Know What Time it Is? (Open)
Who: Parsee Mizuhashi bridge_princess and You!
What: Parsee Builds a Clock and tries to keep time
Where: Near the Bridge to Nowhere and Parsee's Shrine
When: A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead....
Content Warnings: None other than Parsee's usual surly behavior is expected. Will update if necessary
(OOC: Note - Because the flow of time is not stable or normal, any attempt to measure time is doomed to failure. She's experimenting with that fact here.)
1) Do I look like a Horologist?
Parsee was standing there with a pile of what was quite literally just trash in front of her. Among these were a piece of long bamboo that she was adding a weight to and using one half of a pair of scissors to cut to a wedge on the other side. It kind of looked to anyone who might be paying attention like she was getting a small miniature aqueduct of running water ready to come from the stream, though what the point of this entire exercise might be was probably not immediately apparent.
Unless you were from Japan. The bamboo piece was sort of telling there. She was trying to make one of those Deer chaser fountains some people used as water clocks of a sort.
2) It ain't pretty, but...
The Shishi Odoshi was complete. Ok, the truth was that it looked awful. The bamboo piece, even cleaned up, clearly had seen better days but there wasn't any fresh bamboo. The whole construction was made with pieces that were not really designed from it. Old half rotten wood and rusted metal culverts did the job of coaxing water from the creek into position, and it was just kind of ugly to look at. But as the water started to flow down, trickling at a steady pace over the tip of the bamboo, the whole process began to work.
The water that filled the bamboo gradually changed its center of gravity until it pivoted, dumped the water into a channel leading back to the river and then fell back into position with a 'tonk' sound that scared a nug chicken in the distance away with a sqwuack. She put her hands on her hips and nodded in satisfaction. Only... about an hour later, if it was an hour later, she was staring at the thing with a look of mounting consternation.
"That's... That's not right."
3) The Doctor is In
Frustrated with the whole affair but unwilling to get the water clock to stop working, Parsee sat down with a thump beside her shrine, cleaning the scissors she'd used to help slice the bamboo and putting them back together before setting them in the shrine where they'd been offered originally. She squatted down next to the shrine and rubbed her forehead, the irritation apparent in her features. It wasn't adding up, and she didn't like how it was adding up.
But sitting beside the shrine, ostensibly doing her 'job' of waiting for prayers that would never come or people crossing her bridge was soothing in a way, so that was what she was going to do. And hey, these people were crazy enough that she could believe they might actually come to her looking for advice. One or two had already, god help them all. So, yeah... she'd wait and see.
bridge_princess and You!What: Parsee Builds a Clock and tries to keep time
Where: Near the Bridge to Nowhere and Parsee's Shrine
When: A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead....
Content Warnings: None other than Parsee's usual surly behavior is expected. Will update if necessary
(OOC: Note - Because the flow of time is not stable or normal, any attempt to measure time is doomed to failure. She's experimenting with that fact here.)
1) Do I look like a Horologist?
Parsee was standing there with a pile of what was quite literally just trash in front of her. Among these were a piece of long bamboo that she was adding a weight to and using one half of a pair of scissors to cut to a wedge on the other side. It kind of looked to anyone who might be paying attention like she was getting a small miniature aqueduct of running water ready to come from the stream, though what the point of this entire exercise might be was probably not immediately apparent.
Unless you were from Japan. The bamboo piece was sort of telling there. She was trying to make one of those Deer chaser fountains some people used as water clocks of a sort.
2) It ain't pretty, but...
The Shishi Odoshi was complete. Ok, the truth was that it looked awful. The bamboo piece, even cleaned up, clearly had seen better days but there wasn't any fresh bamboo. The whole construction was made with pieces that were not really designed from it. Old half rotten wood and rusted metal culverts did the job of coaxing water from the creek into position, and it was just kind of ugly to look at. But as the water started to flow down, trickling at a steady pace over the tip of the bamboo, the whole process began to work.
The water that filled the bamboo gradually changed its center of gravity until it pivoted, dumped the water into a channel leading back to the river and then fell back into position with a 'tonk' sound that scared a nug chicken in the distance away with a sqwuack. She put her hands on her hips and nodded in satisfaction. Only... about an hour later, if it was an hour later, she was staring at the thing with a look of mounting consternation.
"That's... That's not right."
3) The Doctor is In
Frustrated with the whole affair but unwilling to get the water clock to stop working, Parsee sat down with a thump beside her shrine, cleaning the scissors she'd used to help slice the bamboo and putting them back together before setting them in the shrine where they'd been offered originally. She squatted down next to the shrine and rubbed her forehead, the irritation apparent in her features. It wasn't adding up, and she didn't like how it was adding up.
But sitting beside the shrine, ostensibly doing her 'job' of waiting for prayers that would never come or people crossing her bridge was soothing in a way, so that was what she was going to do. And hey, these people were crazy enough that she could believe they might actually come to her looking for advice. One or two had already, god help them all. So, yeah... she'd wait and see.
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"I suspect it's broader patterns that will emerge at first. What things begin adhering to consistent rules first? When does that occur? Can we begin to predict the next change, or at least the timing of it?"
Big picture stuff. He's basically got no idea whatsoever what's going on here, so he has to start broad and then narrow it down from there.
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After all, hunger and breathing had been regular topics of inquiry and study. Why don't we need to eat? Why no air? And now there was air, like the world was listening... She hadn't picked up on that yet, but it was going to get more obvious.
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Which is why he's been taking the time to familiarize himself with as much of this place as possible. Not that he thinks he can somehow figure matters out based on that, but because having that knowledge provides a base to work from and compare against.
It's all quite tedious, really.
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"Yeah, so that's what I've been doing lately. Getting frustrated by a water clock. This place is an exercise in futility sometimes. Anyone even bothered to give it a name yet?"
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"Not that I've heard."
Of course, Merlin hasn't bothered trying to come up with names for most things, either.
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He doesn't, and while he's a hypocrite in plenty of ways, sure, in this he can't be bothered to bother other people to come up with something.
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And one he's not interested in, either.
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That was definitely not how the saying went, even if it had the same sentiment.
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It's not like it matters much to him, after all, but it might be entertaining to see others deal with it.
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"Someone's gotta be ready for the next crap to come."
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Not that he can't think of all kinds of terrible possibilities himself, of course. He has been watching humanity for over fifteen centuries.
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"Is there even any worthwhile gossip to be had here?"
Other than his own occasional attempts to get laid. He already knows about that.
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Yep. Totally a chatty little catty bitch.
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The immortal shut-in voyeur sees no problem with this.
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Boy, does he ever miss having Clairvoyance right now though.
"Hmm, I suppose that's true, though on the other hand, going through tribulations together can strengthen relationships, as well."
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"It's this common misconception. We got through this. We can get through everything. Usually the relationship only gets strengthened if it already had a foundation to start. The foundation of some sort of established relationship then gets tested and treated in the fires of stress, and it affirms the faith of the lovers. Most of the time they just identify the happy parts of their craphole of a relationship with the stressful times so they don't know how to just be together normally, and end up fighting to get things back to what feels normal. Until it explodes."
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"You sound very familiar with those kind of relationships."
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"Breakups? Well people have been praying for help for centuries on those, so you hear a loooot of stories. A lot of them."
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"Humans have been regretting their decisions for as long as they've been making them, certainly."
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Not that he's judging any, mind.
"Then again, as you say, some are probably just humanity's own fault."
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