IC Contact: Sanctum

[alaspooryork]

Hello! You have reached Delta's voicemail. Please leave a message and I will contact you as soon as I am able to do so. Thank you.

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Day 115: Morning >> Text;

[pastdoesntdefine]

Sorry for the radio silence, Delta. Things have been busy the past few days.

[ to say the least. ]

How are you doing?

Text;

[alaspooryork]

[Delta's not even sure they get reception out by Kilo's place, so it's more than understandable.]

I am well. Thank you. I trust you are the same?

Malcolm brought some interesting information regarding the excursion.

EARLY MORNING (sorry Delta) -- Day 119; Text;

[pastdoesntdefine]

I need a favour.

Text;

[alaspooryork]

[Mornings are a thing Delta still hasn't quite got the hang of, so it will be a good few minutes. But Carolina wouldn't send him a text at this godawful hour without reason, so once Delta's awake enough he replies.]

I would be glad to help you. How may I be of assistance?

voice;

[daedalist]

Hi Delta it's River. I just wanted to let you know that I am, uhm, gonna be home and really bored for a while. Post-surgery and everything, nothing bad or serious, just an upgrade I needed. Okay!

Oh, the whole point was to tell you that I've gotten started on the framework of our opt-in program started if you wanted to look it over.

Bye!

voice;

[alaspooryork]

[Oh good. This will give Delta something to do while he's recovering, too. The communications implant is exactly what he needed, but the lower energy levels, lingering pain, and associated head-cold will be keeping him homebound for a while too.]

Hello, River. I will likewise be in recovery for approximately a week and would be glad to work with you. If you would like to send me the base establishment, I will annotate it and reply as soon as I am able to do so.

Action Day 125 Morning

[goddamngrenades]

[ After dozing on the sofa downstairs he'd managed to clean up, climb back up to his bed and Delta and curl up next to him. The morning wasn't as rough thanks to water and a preemptive painkiller the night before. Helps him keep it together long enough to scrub down when he wakes up and get some toast and coffee ready for Delta whenever he wakes up.

No he is not sitting on the bed with a tray on his lap like a creeper. ]

[alaspooryork]

[Totally not a creeper. Also totally not preemptively apologizing for anything, are we, York? Delta is a bit suspicious when he wakes up, but also not conscious enough to be clever about it.

He yawns groggily and sits up after a little while.]

Good morning, York. I trust you made it in safely last night.

[It's not really a question, as he did come up out of sleep a few times to feel York's cmforting bulk against him. Besides, he looks fine now.]

Day 128 - Guest room at Solstice Party

[goddamngrenades]

[ ooc: following this. ]

Finding somewhere quiet is fucking amazing. The music had been something he felt more than heard by the time they wandered out of the sauna. He doesn't know if there's sound proofing involved or not but tucking D into the first bed they find is easy. Sitting up against the headboard to keep watch is more or less second nature.

What happened in the Sauna- sure had been a thing. He's still not sure what he feels about it. But the whole damn night's been some kind of clusterfuck after another- he'll worry later. Right now keeping watch is the easiest thing possible.

[alaspooryork]

It sure had been a thing. Delta's still a little buzzed from all the booze he'd been consuming (thanks Loki), too wired to actually sleep, but the sauna had helped leech some of that nervous energy and he's feeling pretty overwhelmed with everything else, anyway. Some quiet is the best thing that can happen for him right now.

He nuzzles his head up against York's upright body as he gets himself settled in an affectionate gesture. "If you wish to go back down to the party, you certainly may."

Day 130, Evening

[goddamngrenades]

Hey D. [ Suits and feeds and wiring means not a lot of sleep, but Delta probably would do better with some extra hands to crack the thing he needs cracking. ] Mind doing me a favor?

[alaspooryork]

Certainly. [It's been a busy few days, especially for York, so anything Delta can do to help is fine by him.] How may I be of assistance?

text | encrypted | day 138 mid-morning

[sklent]

Bifrons moved Loki from medical sometime yesterday.

text | encrypted | day 138 mid-morning

[alaspooryork]

[with very little delay; Delta hasn't really got any sleep since the broadcast]

Affirmative. There are several likely destinations, but we have not yet confirmed at which he is being held.

Action | Day 141 | Early afternoon

[bothbarrels]

[ North returns home from South's as rapidly as he's able. He goes looking for Delta the minute he gets there. As soon as he finds him, North is thrusting his glasses at him. He's clearly agitated. ]

Play this video.

Action | Day 141 | Early afternoon

[alaspooryork]

[Delta blinks. Hi to you too, North. But as requested he queues up the file, frowning. When it completes he rewinds it and watches again, looking for any details he might have missed. Yes, he'd seen North's post earlier about South being missing, but as they say, "if you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all". After the second playthrough he stops, frown still on his face.]

If this is accurate, it would indicate Bifrons is responsible for what they term "sending people home".

Day 140 - late afternoon, encrypted text

[complicatedliar]

Are you all right, darling?

[York showing up on his doorstep and saying that Delta is acting strange might have him a bit more worried than he'll admit. He knows Delta's already had his memories messed about once.]

Day 140 - late afternoon, encrypted text

[alaspooryork]

[It takes a while for Delta to respond, and when he does he's apparently so out of it that he doesn't even remember to color his font green. Shocking.]

I am better now. Don't want to deal with Malcolm.

Late night 140 - encrypted file

[complicatedliar]

[Sent from LINGORMR.

The encryption is difficult enough to be challenging, but contains mathematical references to the other work they've done together. It's more like a little message made from a puzzle.

Once the encryption is unwoven, the file is a fractal pattern mathematically based off of something similar to the Mandelbrot set, perhaps one of those further links Loki mentioned. But it's a delicate fractal composed of cardioid shapes.]

Morning 141 - encrypted file

[alaspooryork]

[This is possibly the best random message he's ever got from anyone. The next day, about an hour before they're supposed to meet, Delta sends his reply to the same address. This encryption is in a similar style, but inverted--using the keys from the end of the original message in the beginning of this one and so on.

The resulting pattern, similar in form to the original, has the form broken into a rune and isosceles triangle.]

Evening 141, encrypted text from LINGORMR

[complicatedliar]

[Encryption key for this conversation.]

Kid's losing her shit, D.

But might be able to pull her in if we keep it secure.


((ooc: feel free to threadjack))

Evening 141, encrypted text from LINGORMR

[alaspooryork]

[River, baby, um.]

Acknowledged. Is there a particular course you would like for me to take?

Day 142 | Late Afternoon | Text

[ghostthatlingers]

I need to talk to you. Are you free?

Day 142 | Late Afternoon | Text

[alaspooryork]

[Truth be told, he's busy working on the virus - but there's much of it that can be set to run for a while if he needs to go out and do something, or that Loki's capable of running on his own.]

I can be. What seems to be the problem, Tex?

Day 142 - Early Evening - voice/encrypted

[deardirect0r]

[a couple hours after this conversation.]

Hello Delta. I trust Agent York shared the information I gave him.

Day 142 - Early Evening - voice/encrypted

[alaspooryork]

[By this time, we'll assume he has.

As for that voice, it takes a few moments for Delta to gather himself before he answers. Why can't the Director use text like a normal person? Ugh.]

Hello, Director. We should have a working vaccine by tomorrow morning.

[You want to be a guinea pig, right? No? Wel, luckily they already have some volunteers.]

Late Afternoon - Day 141; Voicemail Message

[pastdoesntdefine]

York said I was "irritable" and should contact you.

Late Afternoon - Day 141; encrypted text

[alaspooryork]

[Oh dear. Carolina too?]

We believe there is a virus which approximates the effect of the AI Omega currently circulating on the network. Would it be possible to provide me with a scan of your top port and the top level of your network tree from your glasses?

[Following are instructions on how to do this.]

Day 143 - nobody should fucking be awake at this hour - text

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It's an ungodly hour of the morning, and he's been up for too long. He hauled his ass back to his D4 apartment only to find that his key doesn't work on the door anymore. Either the landlord changed the locks after noticing someone wasn't living there recently, or it had been given to someone else. Not anyone who was in, or at least awake.

And the same went for Carolina's room. Not a sound when he reluctantly knocks on the door. Time to go be an asshole to someone else, probably the only person in the entire city who isn't likely to hate him.]

Can i come crash on your couch

Day 143 - jesus church I just got to sleep - text

[alaspooryork]

[There's a long five minutes where Delta is awakened by his text noise, looks at the message, and decides whether or not to respond at all. Great time to change all the locks on your safehouses, York. Goddamn. Not only is Delta overworked, he's over at Thor's house. He'd volunteered to help poor Foxtrot through his illness but discovered much to everyone's dismay that he is a sympathetic vomiter.]

Very well. I will be there in fifteen minutes.

very early 146, file from Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

[Another encrypted file, the key based off the file Delta last sent him.

This time it's music. A song from one of Loki's favorite Midgard musicians--Nicki Minaj. Yes, it's Starships. There's a running fractal visualization based off the music as well, processed through several different calculation families just for the fun of it until the effect is reminiscent of nebulae.

Maybe he's getting tired of brooding already. Or maybe Jack's at work and he's not sleeping well on his own.]

somewhat later 146, file transfer

[alaspooryork]

[Thanks to the stress of the past few days, Delta is still very much working on getting his sleep schedule back together, so he doesn't get a response together for another few hours. Having failed to find any New Harmony Frizz, he decides to go with an old classic - the Mirror Duet, played by two violins looking at the same piece of music over opposite ends of the table. The visualization he codes to go with it is fairly simple and based off several palindromic sequences rather than true fractals, but it's all in cool blue tones rather than his usual green (one doesn't want to get burned out, after all).

As a second file, he's attached a preliminary model for the new trophy - a fierce kitten.]

145 | text

[motherfucking_ghost]

Dude d whatever info you have about virus could help out elizabth if you have adatapad or something to go over thatd be awesome thanks

145 | text

[alaspooryork]

[...Church he loves you unconditionally, but the information he has about the virus could potentially be used to create a duplicate. He's not going to be that free with it.]

I would be glad to help you, Church. What manner of information are you looking for?

Day 148 | evening | action

[tactical_alert]

[His time home has been quiet for a homecoming. He's been fiddling about the house, getting his things in order, a little cleaning, a little resting, a little looking after York. But their conversation has led him to realize that he really...really ought to talk to a certain partner. If they're willing to have a civil conversation. Knock knock, Delta.]

Is this a bad time?

Day 148 | evening | action

[alaspooryork]

[It's not exaggerating to say that Delta's been avoiding Malcolm. Sure, he'd apologized to York for his initial outburst days ago, but there had been some truth to his accusations at Malcolm, so he hadn't really wanted to approach that.

But hey.

Inside his room, Delta's typing away on a datapad but puts it down when Malcolm knocks.] It is not. Come in.

151, text, encrypted

[complicatedliar]

What. In. HEL. That's. I don't. That is not my brother!

151, text, encrypted

[alaspooryork]

[No. No, it is not.]

I would suggest Bifrons has altered him somewhat, but this does seem somewhat extreme.

Day 151 | Late evening | Action

[bothbarrels]

He returns home feeling happy, invigorated even, and ready to do what he can to keep his promise to Wrath to have someone build her a digital painting system of some type. Whiskey has send him the band of electronic frequencies to avoid and he's been busily considering what properties it will need to have.

When he encounters Delta he approaches him with a smile. He's not considering anything about any recent tension they may have had between them. As far as he's concerned all of that has been settled, in that they agreed to set it aside. Right now he's thinking of Wrath and what will make her happy.

"Got a minute? I have a project you might be able to help with."

Day 151 | Late evening | Action

[alaspooryork]

Delta, on the other hand, looks...wary. He'd like to act normally around North, but he's also pretty well convinced that North thoroughly dislikes him now. Still, he looks like he's in a good mood so Delta schools his features toward neutral.

"Certainly. How may I be of assistance?"

Day 151 | After Complaint Filed | Text

[colorfulapathy]

[The text will be coming in an hour or so after Delta's complaint is finally read.]

fenris incoming in t-minus five days. ouro-whatever scheduled for next month.

Day 151 | After Complaint Filed | Text

[alaspooryork]

[Oh, come on, she couldn't even copy-paste?]

How do you propose to bind him without Tyr's sacrifice?

Day 154; morning-ish; from "anon"

[completelysane]

Tell me York hasn't seen it yet. [He doesn't specify what it is, but he figures it's not hard to guess.]

Day 154; morning-ish; from "anon"

[alaspooryork]

[Delta scans the network quickly just in case there's something he'd missed, but seeing nothing relevant he assumes Wash must be referring to the....reflections.]

To which specific incidence are you referring?

Day 155, text

[pain_train]

Think I'm starting to get the hang of it!!!

[Attached: delta1.pic, delta2.pic

Both pictures are very rough sketches of Delta's face, one profile, one at three quarter, with Delta smiling. Wrath is actually really good at this. The second sketch has some colored accents painted in, and there's definitely a little neo-impressionist influence going on in there.]

Thank you!!!!

Day 155, text

[alaspooryork]

[Right-click save. Delta's going to follow his own advice and save those offline as well.]

You are indeed. I am impressed, and you are quite welcome.

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[pastdoesntdefine]

This is Carolina. What's your status?

[..Almost military formal. What's up with that? She's certainly not in the militia here, after all.]

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[alaspooryork]

[That is a little odd, but Delta's no stranger to formality or military protocol.]

Green. Theta and I are scheduled to visit D1 for lunch soon.

Wee hours of 157 / Action

[complicatedliar]

Loki arrives at the "clubhouse" as quickly as he can. He actually had the presence of mind to even grab a few things--hot chocolate, ingredients for pancakes since he finds that a comforting food--but he's not really thinking about any of those things when he makes the short distance from the hired car to the hidden apartment.

He lets himself in with shaking hands, sets the bag down with exaggerated care, and then sits down with his back pressed against the door, eyes closed. He just needs a minute, as always. He knows Delta's already there; the lights are on.

Wee hours of 157 / Action

[alaspooryork]

And as much as Delta's feeling the opposite of sociable, he did leave the lights on rather than remaining in darkness. He's certainly not getting back to sleep, but he also can't bring himself to do more than fill an opaque tumbler with water, set it on the table, and sit in a chair and stare at it dully. He only looks up briefly to confirm that it's Loki, not responding in any other way to his presence.