Post by littlekreen on Oct 13, 2018 19:04:36 GMT -6
Ivor woke up as his alarm clock went off keening at the world that Sunrise had hit once more. The naked man shuffled legs to sit upon his bed and blinked bleary eyes though the sand of exhaustion just poured out of his head. He felt like a new man for some reason his first lead on a experiment! Sure the first one didn't go so well but the warded ballistic glass guards he insisted on worked wonderfully. His head hurt a little but maybe he'd just had a little much to drink after work. It was a bit of a blur. As his eyes adjusted to the room lit only by daylight LED bulbs he sniffed once seeing everything in its place and well sorted. Guess he went on a drunken cleaning spree or he'd had a friend last night.
He stood up and dangled his way across the room to look in the kitchen. He sniffed and found the whole room smelled of ozone. He sniffed himself and his own room too finding much the same if he needed a shower. Though he was a bit worried the shack he had linked to him was decomposing or fractured somehow a cursory look around the metal walls showed no obvious fatigue. An inquisitive hand grazed across the corrugated metal as he stretched his senses to hear the ticking of his anchored shack. No skips or clanks behind the walls echoing from the anchor timepiece and attuned sense felt the passage of time smooth as it ought to. Neither the soft footsteps or rattles of a pretty visitor across the floor for that matter. Oh well. The sun was coming up soon and it was time for work.
Everything in its place the shower was the difficult part but went quickly. Mostly to get the water across the spacegap he thought turning the knob to anemic water pressure of the hose spigot next to his shack. Electricity the inner Riemannian manifold could handle directly. A small utility room made hot water for his shower where the small transformer hummed along to bleed electricity from layers of equations writ behind the steel walls themselves. The steaming water was hot enough and got the job done and got that ozone smell off of him. Clothes from his dresser and closet waited on the sink as he finished. A neatly folded lab coat in a mylar bag, a pair of comfortable tan wool slacks, and a heavy wool flannel. Messing with space and time often left it rather cold. Though at least as he left the shower to dress it was warm in here though soap already ran low somehow. His tan hand revealed with a wipe of the mirror his blue eyes and wet light brown shoulder length hair. A test his stubble with one hand to see if it needed maintenance he opted for just combing and drying his hair and beard instead. Some light cologne, which seemed rather empty all of a sudden, and he was off and dressed. He always wore out his shoes somehow or got things dropped on them so a few sets of steel-toed waterproof shoes. Dress ones neatly in their box though they seemed a bit dusty. Putting on the shoes he shined them up a bit and put on some running shoes instead. The work shoes went into his satchel by the door with the mylar bag of his lab coat.
Antikythera locus retrieved from its lectern the copper book not the least tarnished and moving smoothly. It seemed to need a bit of oil but moved comfortably in the space. He inspected a few pages where cams and shafts impossibly thin quietly ticked, spun, and trundled. Meanings inherent in their dance for this particular page to determine the health of his shack. He whispered formulae as he touched a few of the exposed shafts as it ticked and calculated within the depths. Hm. Time seemed to be healthy with only some fading minor disturbance skipping a few gears. Something to handle later as he was a bit in timbuktu as it kept the locals from messing with his shack. As the shack door opened the sunrise shone in on him from the scrubland a healthy if dusty west dallas air. At least compared to the city. As he looked off to the hills hiding his car some miles away across scrubland he set off with his runner's satchel so he could fit in a bit of daily exercise before work.
Once at the central office Ivor waved to the cameras panning his way while putting on his work shoes, ID, and labcoat. They knew he was here he supposed as it was from the test that was supposed to happen today. Shoes tightened he walked toward the security entrance his enhanced goggles set in a labcoat pocket. As he got to the door he scanned his badge and the door blinked red. Security waved him in and immediately offered a pass.
"That one's no good anymore. You'll need this one.", Said a steely faced fellow that looked halfway between bemused and bored that Ivor didn't recognize.
Ivor shrugged but read the man's name tag and traded the blank card to his lanyard then turned on his cell to check the time, "Thank you, ah, Todd! Hm. That's odd... my cell phone's time is off."
The characters shuddered and changed as the phone re-registered to the tower. The date was still off.
His thought process was interrupted by security loudly and repeatedly buzzing him through breaking his train of thought, "Ah, well the time is good. Hm. Have a nice day!"
He stood up and dangled his way across the room to look in the kitchen. He sniffed and found the whole room smelled of ozone. He sniffed himself and his own room too finding much the same if he needed a shower. Though he was a bit worried the shack he had linked to him was decomposing or fractured somehow a cursory look around the metal walls showed no obvious fatigue. An inquisitive hand grazed across the corrugated metal as he stretched his senses to hear the ticking of his anchored shack. No skips or clanks behind the walls echoing from the anchor timepiece and attuned sense felt the passage of time smooth as it ought to. Neither the soft footsteps or rattles of a pretty visitor across the floor for that matter. Oh well. The sun was coming up soon and it was time for work.
Everything in its place the shower was the difficult part but went quickly. Mostly to get the water across the spacegap he thought turning the knob to anemic water pressure of the hose spigot next to his shack. Electricity the inner Riemannian manifold could handle directly. A small utility room made hot water for his shower where the small transformer hummed along to bleed electricity from layers of equations writ behind the steel walls themselves. The steaming water was hot enough and got the job done and got that ozone smell off of him. Clothes from his dresser and closet waited on the sink as he finished. A neatly folded lab coat in a mylar bag, a pair of comfortable tan wool slacks, and a heavy wool flannel. Messing with space and time often left it rather cold. Though at least as he left the shower to dress it was warm in here though soap already ran low somehow. His tan hand revealed with a wipe of the mirror his blue eyes and wet light brown shoulder length hair. A test his stubble with one hand to see if it needed maintenance he opted for just combing and drying his hair and beard instead. Some light cologne, which seemed rather empty all of a sudden, and he was off and dressed. He always wore out his shoes somehow or got things dropped on them so a few sets of steel-toed waterproof shoes. Dress ones neatly in their box though they seemed a bit dusty. Putting on the shoes he shined them up a bit and put on some running shoes instead. The work shoes went into his satchel by the door with the mylar bag of his lab coat.
Antikythera locus retrieved from its lectern the copper book not the least tarnished and moving smoothly. It seemed to need a bit of oil but moved comfortably in the space. He inspected a few pages where cams and shafts impossibly thin quietly ticked, spun, and trundled. Meanings inherent in their dance for this particular page to determine the health of his shack. He whispered formulae as he touched a few of the exposed shafts as it ticked and calculated within the depths. Hm. Time seemed to be healthy with only some fading minor disturbance skipping a few gears. Something to handle later as he was a bit in timbuktu as it kept the locals from messing with his shack. As the shack door opened the sunrise shone in on him from the scrubland a healthy if dusty west dallas air. At least compared to the city. As he looked off to the hills hiding his car some miles away across scrubland he set off with his runner's satchel so he could fit in a bit of daily exercise before work.
Once at the central office Ivor waved to the cameras panning his way while putting on his work shoes, ID, and labcoat. They knew he was here he supposed as it was from the test that was supposed to happen today. Shoes tightened he walked toward the security entrance his enhanced goggles set in a labcoat pocket. As he got to the door he scanned his badge and the door blinked red. Security waved him in and immediately offered a pass.
"That one's no good anymore. You'll need this one.", Said a steely faced fellow that looked halfway between bemused and bored that Ivor didn't recognize.
Ivor shrugged but read the man's name tag and traded the blank card to his lanyard then turned on his cell to check the time, "Thank you, ah, Todd! Hm. That's odd... my cell phone's time is off."
The characters shuddered and changed as the phone re-registered to the tower. The date was still off.
His thought process was interrupted by security loudly and repeatedly buzzing him through breaking his train of thought, "Ah, well the time is good. Hm. Have a nice day!"