[Action, open, Arena Training Facilities]

[It's Monday afternoon, and anyone who booked time in the Arena for training might find their time slot bookended by, of all people, the... new science teacher?]

[...and he doesn't seem to be doing too badly. In a strange set of orange armor, unloading simulated ammo into his vector-based AI attackers from weapons he draws from a hatch in the back. Unfortunately the battles he's used to are not the same as arena combat. The stages are too open. He's receiving about as much damage as he's dishing out.]

[Action, open, Science Laboratory]



[It's Tuesday morning, and for some reason Gordon isn't in class. If any student or teacher comes down to investigate they'll find out why: The blackboard in the lower labs filled with equations, diagrams, clusters of arrows pointing everywhere. Columns of numbers run along the left side, coordinates it seems, five or six at a time boxed and bearing legends like "high probability" and "not even Earth--too far removed." and "possible Xen relay signature. INVESTIGATE!" Books and manuscripts litter the lab table with titles like "Tensor analysis of dimensional cross-membrane resonances in string-based space." and "Orbifold-manifest solutions in ten-dimensional space." It seems to take a genius to even understand them.]

[Said genius is, by the way, draped over the lab table, sound asleep.]

[There's a parrot hanging off one of her horn, chewing on one of her braids. Aque doesn't seem to mind at all.]

I wonder about the lessons taught here, sometimes. U-um, not that they are bad or wrong! No, what I mean is, where I am from, we would learn from stories. Stories that happened to people, stories about the gods, that kind of thing. Things are very different here. Different is not bad, but...

Ah... To tell the truth, I miss having stories to listen to like that. Usually they come from the elders, but anyone can have something to tell, I think.

So the thing I am trying to say...

[Suddenly she makes a small sound of surprise, as Moema has taken interest in her shiny earrings instead. She grabs the bird and places him out of camera with a Taurahe scolding. RUDE, Moema.]

Uh, right, what I was trying to say is that I want to hear the stories of this world. How was it created, anyway? There are some things so much like home, but at the same time, so many differences. It is a very, um, curious thing! So I want to know more about it. Or about anything. Even a story of just this city, too. Or about the gods and spirits. Probably, I will enjoy hearing anything. Hehe...