a. overclocked [Infel isn't a stranger, necessarily, to massive computers. She's spent the past 450 years or so inside a giant floating server - perhaps in a less literal sense than this one, but she's definitely been physically inside the floating server, too, back before her sublimation. She's used to navigating messy circuitry.]
[Infel Phira absolutely had better heat dissipation capabilities than this????. Having a physical body after 450 years is terrible. She would not recommend the experience.]
[The dim glow of overheated components reflects off Infel's face as she pulls herself up a particularly thick cable; her feet slip off the metal surface of the cliff, then plant themselves again, then slip again. It seems to take ages for her to make her way up, and it gets more and more nerve-wracking as she inches and inches away from the crackling landscape below her.]
[At the top, she collapses in a heap... But then she raises her head to look in wonder over the face of the cliff. The view, treacherous as it is, is brilliant - almost akin to looking out on a built-out desert, it pulses with "life" even in its colorlessness.]
[Despite it being the Worst Experience Ever, she's smiling.] Field research, after this long...
b. skeletons in the closet [Mentally, Infel's more stimulated than she's been in years. Physically, she's dead exhausted. For so long, she's been doing whatever she wanted without regard for things like "hunger" or "exhaustion" or "aging"; the ceiling has fallen in on her now, and she's really feeling the years.]
[Yes, she only looks in her twenties, but third-generation Reyvateils don't usually live past forty anyway.]
[Thus, she sits on the floor as she opens a console in... What seems to be the first interesting room in the twenty or so she's entered already. As she attempts to turn it on, she remains sitting. The "on" switch refuses to budge, even as she leans her entire upper body into it, ]
[In a soft soprano, just in case:] jYAzLYAtA/. [With my respect towards you and towards this whole place, execute my command. The console does not respond.]
[SIGH.] I don't know what I expected.
c. oh god oh no [She likes this one, she's decided. It's not huge, but is enough to have a little lab for herself. There's a second seat in the cockpit, into which she's strapped a purple stuffed rabbit for now - but for Nenesha, when she comes back. When I get her back. We don't need Metafalica, or anything to do with that dying husk of a planet; we can find a place just for us. Everything has always been for her research and for Nenesha. This is no different.]
[The Heart of the Land tucked away in her lab - a massive blue gem, surrounded by gold scaffolding - spins, as if in agreement.]
[As she turns on the tablet-style communicator with that wish deep in her heart, it presents her with what appears to be a... A request for a personals ad? Mortified and baffled, she drops her head into her hands and groans aloud.]
[In fact, that's the photo SUPERBIA chooses for her profile! Other greatest hits include: a photo of her shrieking as her footing slips on a steep slope, slipping her ever closer to a river of glowing coolant; a photo of her hugging aforementioned Heart of the Land, with the same tenderness she might hold a lover; and a photo of her looking deeply unimpressed.]
Tell me a little about yourself. I'm Infel, a Wave Theory researcher.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? What? That's too much personal information. [When the system refuses to accept this as valid:] I follow my ideals, and nothing else.
What is your best feature? I'd tell you, but I don't want to be featured on the next episode of whatever this is. [ZING??????.]
infel | ar tonelico 2
[Infel isn't a stranger, necessarily, to massive computers. She's spent the past 450 years or so inside a giant floating server - perhaps in a less literal sense than this one, but she's definitely been physically inside the floating server, too, back before her sublimation. She's used to navigating messy circuitry.]
[Infel Phira absolutely had better heat dissipation capabilities than this????. Having a physical body after 450 years is terrible. She would not recommend the experience.]
[The dim glow of overheated components reflects off Infel's face as she pulls herself up a particularly thick cable; her feet slip off the metal surface of the cliff, then plant themselves again, then slip again. It seems to take ages for her to make her way up, and it gets more and more nerve-wracking as she inches and inches away from the crackling landscape below her.]
[At the top, she collapses in a heap... But then she raises her head to look in wonder over the face of the cliff. The view, treacherous as it is, is brilliant - almost akin to looking out on a built-out desert, it pulses with "life" even in its colorlessness.]
[Despite it being the Worst Experience Ever, she's smiling.] Field research, after this long...
b. skeletons in the closet
[Mentally, Infel's more stimulated than she's been in years. Physically, she's dead exhausted. For so long, she's been doing whatever she wanted without regard for things like "hunger" or "exhaustion" or "aging"; the ceiling has fallen in on her now, and she's really feeling the years.]
[Yes, she only looks in her twenties, but third-generation Reyvateils don't usually live past forty anyway.]
[Thus, she sits on the floor as she opens a console in... What seems to be the first interesting room in the twenty or so she's entered already. As she attempts to turn it on, she remains sitting. The "on" switch refuses to budge, even as she leans her entire upper body into it, ]
[In a soft soprano, just in case:] jYAzLYAtA/. [With my respect towards you and towards this whole place, execute my command. The console does not respond.]
[SIGH.] I don't know what I expected.
c. oh god oh no
[She likes this one, she's decided. It's not huge, but is enough to have a little lab for herself. There's a second seat in the cockpit, into which she's strapped a purple stuffed rabbit for now - but for Nenesha, when she comes back. When I get her back. We don't need Metafalica, or anything to do with that dying husk of a planet; we can find a place just for us. Everything has always been for her research and for Nenesha. This is no different.]
[The Heart of the Land tucked away in her lab - a massive blue gem, surrounded by gold scaffolding - spins, as if in agreement.]
[As she turns on the tablet-style communicator with that wish deep in her heart, it presents her with what appears to be a... A request for a personals ad? Mortified and baffled, she drops her head into her hands and groans aloud.]
[In fact, that's the photo SUPERBIA chooses for her profile! Other greatest hits include: a photo of her shrieking as her footing slips on a steep slope, slipping her ever closer to a river of glowing coolant; a photo of her hugging aforementioned Heart of the Land, with the same tenderness she might hold a lover; and a photo of her looking deeply unimpressed.]
Tell me a little about yourself. I'm Infel, a Wave Theory researcher.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? What? That's too much personal information. [When the system refuses to accept this as valid:] I follow my ideals, and nothing else.
What is your best feature? I'd tell you, but I don't want to be featured on the next episode of whatever this is. [ZING??????.]