[ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[talentsgirl]

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]


[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!


Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

Comments

[ voice ]

[greenjacketed]

[ sharpe doesn't like the books. they alarm him. they upset him. they shouldn't work. they are impossible things. and so, for the most part, although he has listened and (slowly-painfully-troublingly) read, he has never replied.

not until now.

it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]

...Filtering, Miss Molly?

[ voice ]

[talentsgirl]

[Molly smiles at the response - it seems he was still here then, and she was glad to hear from him since he was.

But apparently she was back to "Miss" again.]

Apparently you can write in a code that directs your message to just one person or to a group of people so that you don't have to bother the entire network when you want to talk to someone.

[Pause a beat. Smile.]

And hello.

[ voice ]

[greenjacketed]

Like addressing a letter?

[ all too late, he realizes he should say hello in return. ]

[Written]

[quicktoanger]

I'd offer to help you with the filters, kid, but it'd be the blind leading the nearsighted. I can't figure these things out worth a damn.

[Written]

[talentsgirl]

[Writing? Hmm. Okay, somewhere around here is a pen...]

That's okay, Harry. Hopefully some veterans will help me out. If not, I'll just... keep at it.

[I'm hard-headed, apparently.]

[Written]

[quicktoanger]

Hey, whenever you do figure it out, help me out with it, would you? Because these things bear several uncomfortable similarities with the internet. Which, you recall, I'm not so hot with.

[voice]

[kineticcajun]

[Not laughing at those failed filters. Nope, no sir. It is not oh-so-funny.

Since he's been making and breaking these filters practically since he arrived, he'll actually be helpful here.]

You talkin' filterin' somethin' so only you can read it or filterin' it so it's blocked from you? 'Cause I can arrange either one, petite.

[voice]

[talentsgirl]

[...well, this is both unexpected and embarrassing. Oh well, nothing for it.]

I thought trying to hack one or two would give me a good idea of what I was doing wrong.

[voice]

[kineticcajun]

Ah. Well, in that case... A li'l reverse-engineerin' never hurt anyone.

[And he'll just go ahead and put a fairly weak filter against her on this comment, roughly 10%. There isn't much behind the filter. Just a smiley face. (What, it's totally appropriate to put behind a filter.) Enjoy your hacking, Molly!]

[arturius]

[As she's emerging from the one empty apartment on his floor, Arthur is waiting outside his room, curiosity piqued.]

I really hope this isn't your way of finding out where I live.

[talentsgirl]

[Molly starts at the voice but then relaxes once she sees who it is.]

Oh, is this your floor?

[arturius]

Yes, as it just so happens, it is. Still on the first floor, just like your first day here.

voice;

[alloys]

Need some filter help, do you? One of my many talents.

[Alright, he sort of maybe feels bad for the whole leaving-her-in-a-tree thing.]

voice;

[talentsgirl]

[...well. Beggars can't be choosers.]

I can't say I'd mind having a crack at one of your filters, Mr. Stark.

voice;

[alloys]

That's the attitude. I make the best filters in Luceti--but you'll have to call me Master Tony. Seems only appropriate.

[sundead]

[On the floor above Arthur's, someone has just emerged from his apartment to use the kitchen. It may be just after noon but this is a perfectly reasonable time for a zombie to wake up.

Of course, he wasn't really expecting a stranger to appear in his hallway right now. Don't mind him turning to look like a creeper like a perfectly normal person who's curious about who opened the hallway door.]

[talentsgirl]

[Oh, so this is the hallway, huh? She'll just look around--

Person.]

Uh - hi?

[sundead]

Hey.

[That is some hair. He hasn't seen here around here before though, so...] If you're looking for a room, I think this floor is full right now.

voice;

[phasingthrough]

Wait. Filtering? What's that?

voice;

[talentsgirl]

Do you have the Internet in your world, Kitty?

voice;

[phasingthrough]

Yeah, totally.

[action]

[tolivefortoday]

[No thresholds here, but there is tea!

A younger girl already sitting in the kitchen of the third floor of the fourth community house, a mug near at hand, a kettle still on the stove, and a large piece of paper spread out on the table in front of her. When Molly comes poking her head in, though, she looks up from it.]

...hmm?

[action]

[talentsgirl]

[Oh, look, a person.]

Oh, hi.

[Have a bright smile.]

[cop_an_attitude]

[Sally just heard someone poking around in the hall and ducked out of her apartment to have a look.

Hello, what's this? Someone moving in?]

Hi there. Need help with anything?

[talentsgirl]

[What's this, another British accent? Molly turns, shutting the door of the vacant apartment, to greet the other woman.]

Oh, hello! I'm just poking around. It's hard to believe that every single one of these are the same.