[Battle Royal]That Breeze Was Just Lady Luck Running Out
Mar 13, 2023 23:26:05 GMT -5
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Post by Random🎲McConalogue on Mar 13, 2023 23:26:05 GMT -5
Dim lights and clutter carefully take us from black. Mismatched, quaint furniture and the sort of dust that feels cosy. Cosy enough to fade into the background when a wrestler is talking
Random: Hello world. That's the usual one to start with. Then you just move past that into something that's more powerful and elegant.
Been watching things here for a bit. There's a reason my name's on that card, and the nice wee trip to the big shiny end of the card is like most of it. The rest's just kinda like... the record. The run. The scoreboard, that thing
There's plenty of jumble. Busy and cluttered, but cosy. There's a veterinary diagram of... a hoof? a sheep's hoof? framed, next to the weird bookcase and the board for local artists to advertise. Just behind the woman who's going to say her own name at some point
Random: I'm quite good. You can ask that Spike Kane if you can find him, yeah? I'll no' ask, I don't expect a warm welcome in Belfast. It's a cold, hard place. Only gets warm for one weekend in July. Last thing they need is an accent like this starting. It's just a red flag for inflammatory naïvety. So maybe there's a few people going to the SSE I can empathise with
She peers into the cup in her right hand, and considers a sip but nah, not right now. She needs something extra
Random: In a way it's a shame we're all starting this together. I liked what youse did with your tag gauntlet. Cute touch, that
Her eyes flick down and she smiles, catching the saucer of sugar cubes on the table. These aren't house cubes. You can tell by the tiny, neat little black dice spots
Random: You're still getting dicerolls here though. That's still a certainty. In amongst the whole sort of... general mish-mash of bodies in there
She stops and shrugs, staying at the surface rather than go right into the complexities
Random: It's pretty straightforward. It's completely unpredictable, and you can resolve that bit easily. Just nudge your perspective. It's easy. It's just a ring full of people, full of energy, just... vibing, y'know?... and interacting
Her left hand glides to scoop up a couple of the spotted cubes, eyes still resting on the camera
Random: Ad-hoc rucks. Fluid dancing with no set partners and no routine
Two sugarcubes drop into the cup, happy to be persuaded away from caring about solidity. Her eyes flick down briefly, just to be sure
Random: Don't bother predicting anybody's path, it's all just brownian motion. We're just molecules in a cup of tea here. Sugars, proteins, lactose, all there, going on instinct
There's High Rollers, but I roll low. Keep it under shoulder height, and they always turn out the same way. There's gangs who never say die, but I always say die. It's a kinda cool word, when you have the right view. There's a spectrum of unknowns to knowns in there, it's all good. It's all just... variables
Finally, she gets round to sipping the Earl Grey. Both hands. Catch her pace and slow down
Random: Take a breath and take in all the details. Forget what you could do with them, just... notice them. And pan out a bit. Feel that clarity and don't stop, go again
A neutral smile, just enough of a pause to start to wonder, but...
Random: Relax, you're quite safe
She relaxes her hands and leans slightly further back in her chair
Random: Take a breath. Stay on your toes and glide back in. Just... float between the views, and you'll see everything so sharp. It's like trying contact lenses the first time. Wow... all the fear and frustration just mellttt away...
She tilts her head for a moment, and closes her eyes. Another sip of tea
Random: ...You'll see what you need to see, organic connections... and you'll just kinda knoowww... how the causality flows. Faster than instinct, more peaceful than the first sleep after a long flight...
She stops, in thought for a moment, giving herself a knowing smile. This isn't all
Random: ...and that's only space, now try it with time
She brings the cup up, pondering, savouring the sweetness, but mostly pausing to prepare a question
Random: How long does a battle royal take? Forty Five minutes? Let's go for that, that seems pretty typical.
And how precise do you go?
2700 seconds? 2.7 billion microseconds? Planck times?
She sets the cup down and leans toward the camera, her voice softening to let you into some inside knowledge
Random: Know how many Planck times there are in a second?
About 5.391247 times ten to the power of forty four. It's a long one to write. There's not enough matter in the universe to write it with if you go the long way. There's a lot of them. Enough to make you wonder if there's a point to having a concept of a lot.
An assured nod, there's a lot to skip here
Random: Now multiply that by 2700.
And everybody in that match has to get every one of those wee quantum moments right. All to plan, all in the right order...
She breathes a comfy sigh, calmly assured of how this ends
Random: ...but it's only gonnae take a Planck time for the whole lot to be ruined by a Random turn of events...
...I don't really fancy anyone else's chances...
She drifts off like the conversation barely existed, shrugs and looks down at the sugarcubes still on the plate as we abruptly cut to black
Random: Hello world. That's the usual one to start with. Then you just move past that into something that's more powerful and elegant.
Been watching things here for a bit. There's a reason my name's on that card, and the nice wee trip to the big shiny end of the card is like most of it. The rest's just kinda like... the record. The run. The scoreboard, that thing
There's plenty of jumble. Busy and cluttered, but cosy. There's a veterinary diagram of... a hoof? a sheep's hoof? framed, next to the weird bookcase and the board for local artists to advertise. Just behind the woman who's going to say her own name at some point
Random: I'm quite good. You can ask that Spike Kane if you can find him, yeah? I'll no' ask, I don't expect a warm welcome in Belfast. It's a cold, hard place. Only gets warm for one weekend in July. Last thing they need is an accent like this starting. It's just a red flag for inflammatory naïvety. So maybe there's a few people going to the SSE I can empathise with
She peers into the cup in her right hand, and considers a sip but nah, not right now. She needs something extra
Random: In a way it's a shame we're all starting this together. I liked what youse did with your tag gauntlet. Cute touch, that
Her eyes flick down and she smiles, catching the saucer of sugar cubes on the table. These aren't house cubes. You can tell by the tiny, neat little black dice spots
Random: You're still getting dicerolls here though. That's still a certainty. In amongst the whole sort of... general mish-mash of bodies in there
She stops and shrugs, staying at the surface rather than go right into the complexities
Random: It's pretty straightforward. It's completely unpredictable, and you can resolve that bit easily. Just nudge your perspective. It's easy. It's just a ring full of people, full of energy, just... vibing, y'know?... and interacting
Her left hand glides to scoop up a couple of the spotted cubes, eyes still resting on the camera
Random: Ad-hoc rucks. Fluid dancing with no set partners and no routine
Two sugarcubes drop into the cup, happy to be persuaded away from caring about solidity. Her eyes flick down briefly, just to be sure
Random: Don't bother predicting anybody's path, it's all just brownian motion. We're just molecules in a cup of tea here. Sugars, proteins, lactose, all there, going on instinct
There's High Rollers, but I roll low. Keep it under shoulder height, and they always turn out the same way. There's gangs who never say die, but I always say die. It's a kinda cool word, when you have the right view. There's a spectrum of unknowns to knowns in there, it's all good. It's all just... variables
Finally, she gets round to sipping the Earl Grey. Both hands. Catch her pace and slow down
Random: Take a breath and take in all the details. Forget what you could do with them, just... notice them. And pan out a bit. Feel that clarity and don't stop, go again
A neutral smile, just enough of a pause to start to wonder, but...
Random: Relax, you're quite safe
She relaxes her hands and leans slightly further back in her chair
Random: Take a breath. Stay on your toes and glide back in. Just... float between the views, and you'll see everything so sharp. It's like trying contact lenses the first time. Wow... all the fear and frustration just mellttt away...
She tilts her head for a moment, and closes her eyes. Another sip of tea
Random: ...You'll see what you need to see, organic connections... and you'll just kinda knoowww... how the causality flows. Faster than instinct, more peaceful than the first sleep after a long flight...
She stops, in thought for a moment, giving herself a knowing smile. This isn't all
Random: ...and that's only space, now try it with time
She brings the cup up, pondering, savouring the sweetness, but mostly pausing to prepare a question
Random: How long does a battle royal take? Forty Five minutes? Let's go for that, that seems pretty typical.
And how precise do you go?
2700 seconds? 2.7 billion microseconds? Planck times?
She sets the cup down and leans toward the camera, her voice softening to let you into some inside knowledge
Random: Know how many Planck times there are in a second?
About 5.391247 times ten to the power of forty four. It's a long one to write. There's not enough matter in the universe to write it with if you go the long way. There's a lot of them. Enough to make you wonder if there's a point to having a concept of a lot.
An assured nod, there's a lot to skip here
Random: Now multiply that by 2700.
And everybody in that match has to get every one of those wee quantum moments right. All to plan, all in the right order...
She breathes a comfy sigh, calmly assured of how this ends
Random: ...but it's only gonnae take a Planck time for the whole lot to be ruined by a Random turn of events...
...I don't really fancy anyone else's chances...
She drifts off like the conversation barely existed, shrugs and looks down at the sugarcubes still on the plate as we abruptly cut to black