caughtinanetwork | 5 ♐ Video ♐ Serious McSeriousface

[Well, that certainly is Darkleer appearing on the screen today. You would think him of all people would want to avoid showing up on the network with the thought bubbles running about. His is even right behind him, floating serenely. It's not shaped like some others may be. In fact, it's square, relatively flat, and almost seems like a window of some sort. Huh.]

[It soon becomes obvious that he's not worried because the thought window is certainly a busy little bee. Even as he pulls away from the SFC he's placed on his workbench, it's already flashing with images, all crowded against one another. Wires, motors, gears and pistons and mathematical equations of all sorts. They're stringed and pulled together, solving more than just one invention, more than one idea that he is mulling over and trying to piece together in his mind. Schematics. It's all schematics.]

[Settling himself, Darkleer adjusts his shades- still the same cheap ones he's been wearing since he gave the Psiioniic his original pair- and begins to quietly speak.]

I normally do not indulge in video, but something seems that for some reason, the buttons on my communicator have yet to work. It is going to take a while to fix them properly, so I decided that I would simply make a post now.

[In one corner of the thought window, another schematic is being made, the lines in blue. It looks like a large bird of some kind, but it disappears from view quick enough.]

The last time I contacted the network, it was to discuss a way of learning more about this place. In one of the conversations I had, we discussed about the invasions Vatheon is occasionally prone to. It was agreed that multiple safehouses set across the bubble.

[If one is looking closely, behind all the ideas and inventions and schematics that is in Darkleer's mind, they could possibly see a map of Vatheon.]

When I say 'multiple' safehouses, I do not mean every second building, nor do I mean a fortified fortress. But it would be ill advised to have merely one safehouse. What if someone is on an entirely different level of the city, after all?

I would like input on this idea.

[Encrypted to the Vatheon Defense Force]

After recent events that have been occurring, particularly to individuals that I know, I would like to offer some assistance. While normally the residents of this city are more or less... peaceful, I have noticed an increase, however brief, in dangerous individuals coming to the city. Their targets are not always able to use their communication device to contact help.

I'd like to discuss a solution I have in mind. Preferably with those in charge, but I believe the rest of you should have your own say as well.

[Two new images in the thought window: one dissecting an intricate mechanical bug and another of, strangely enough, a bow and arrow.]

[Encrypted to Dualscar.]

[Darkleer pause for a moment, a bit awkward before clearing his throat.]

If you are not busy with other matters, sir, I believe we should speak. Preferably in person.

[The image of the mechanical bug from before is made a bit more obvious amongst everything else, the wings color-coded, strangely enough, in orange as more details are put into them, constantly being rearranged and configured to Darkleer's liking.]

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I apologize, Miss Nepeta, but I believe the caverns were covered once again so that the elevator could be built.

Oh no! [Unhappy pictures of a kitten falling into a puddle, and then said kitten crawling onto Darkleer's lap with big unhappy eyes.] And there's no way to get in fur sure?

[He must give Nepeta points for her dedication to, er, imagination.]

Well, I do not believe anyone in particular has tried yet.

Can we try?? Can we? [She has cats on the brain, Darkleer, it's not that difficult! And that kitty might be enthusiastically headbutting thoughtbubble!Darkleer to convince him now.]

Well, right now I'm currently busy, but perhaps at a later date.

When??

I'm not quite sure, but I'll be sure to let you know.

Okay! Oh, and can I come and visit you soon?? [Her thoughts are now...pretty much the same as the icon, but with more yarn and her rolling around.]

Define 'soon', please.

You sound like Mister Psii when you talk like that! [She giggles and whoops, there are Psii and Darkleer cuddled in a pile together, diamond signs floating all around them.] In a day or two??

Miss Nepeta, please. [Huff!] I thought we discussed this?

[Quietly... sketching out a theoretical Helmsman station in his head.. only one that doesn't put its user in agonizing pain.]

I'll see if I can clear up my schedule in time.

What do you... [She realizes what she'd been thinking of, turning to check her thought bubble and sure enough...yep! She goes green, thinking fervently instead of something else. There. Enjoy that view of Nepeta burying a blushing face against your descendant's chest as he pets her hair, Darkleer.] I didn't mean to! You really did sound like that!

[Her eyes go wide as she notices the new thought on Darkleer's end, her own interpretation of it now showing up; Psiioniic wrapped in dark blue cotton wool and looking very cozy and pleased.]

Thank you! Can I bring anything with me??

[A slight sigh.] If you say, Miss Nepeta. Just please keep your thoughts under control.

And do not be so hasty. Exploring deep caverns will require certain supplies. If I do have time to- and that is an if, please do not get too excited- then I'll be sure to bring what is needed. What did you want to bring?

But they're my thoughts, I'm not used to everybody being able to see them! [Aaand there goes kitten in the rain again.]

...I meant something for you. Cake or cookies or something else nice since I'd be visiting. [Darkleeeer why do you not trust her to be sensible :((]

...Oh.

[The movement in the bubble comes to a brief stop.]

I see.

[That was unexpected.]

Well?? What would you like? [Equius insists on politeness! So bringing a gift when visiting is only polite, right?]

Well...

[A few different things flicker through his mind.]

Perhaps... something sour?

[That poor kitten has a halo of question marks dancing around its head.]

Uhm, like what exactly? I know more sweet things than sour things!!

[Darkleer shrugs awkwardly.]

If I am not mistaken, there are sour candies that are sold in the city.

[Listen, he likes them, okay?]

Okay!! ...does Equius like them too? He never likes my sweets very much.

[Just. Ignore the memory of the two of them squabbling over how much sugar is appropriate in one's diet. It ended with tea in their hair.]

Why don't you just ask him? You are his moirail; I am certain he would answer truthfully.

So that I can surprise him with some!

You could always pretend you are simply asking everyone, when it's simply him.

So you don't know if he likes them? Okay...I suppaws I can do that instead!

[A chuckle.]

It would be too easy to just tell you.

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