etcelsior | tfln: mom edition

[ that's actually hilarious because going through all that effort is still less of a relative cost than arranging to purchase another pair. as long as he's smart with the image tags and the post keywords, google of all things will start tailoring responses to where you go most often.

predictive stuff is annoying when it's also wrong, but sometimes it's useful. ]

You've been here for a year, and the imPort-to-American culture seems to thrive on mimicry. Pulling it up eventually shouldn't be an issue. It's guaranteed to copy over your prescription?

[ yes these are the details he's curious about, exactitude is kind of important! so is freaking doing something about smelling waffles that is a dessert food that's not even a morning meal. ]

I don't know. I've never copied a pair of glasses before, but I have done it to an apple. It tasted relatively the same as a real apple. I'm still concerned at the fact I seem to be pulling matter out of nowhere. Am I creating new matter by doing this? Am I somewhere, removing an apple from the universe and taking it? Am I upsetting the balance when I do this? I have absolutely no idea. There's a reason why I haven't used this ability much.

[THIS IS IMPORTANT OK iori will understand.]

Edited 2015-03-14 00:15 (UTC)

[ He can understand, though it stems back to them being here at all in the first place. WHICH IS TO SAY: ]

Isn't that one of the inherent problems we face in justifying how we're allowed to be here? Are we displacing an equal amount of mass in each universe, to conserve what's present in both? Is the law of conservation less absolute than we suspect? Is it possible we're constructs bound to this universe alone, equally present in both moments, with time relative to its perception between both universes, moving perpendicularly to itself?

[ He crosses his arms over his chest. Hey, he's taking this seriously. ]

In the same sense, are you a conduit to matter and energy being reconstructed into the form of something you're guiding through the act of reaching out to take it? In that sense, is mass then conserved? Or do we in fact exist in an open system, where these concepts of conversation fall to the wayside in the face of a fluctuating value of total mass within our localized universe?

[ He has to ultimately spread his hands out, able to really just... shrug. He can't make that call. It's not his area of study, but even if it was, all the theoreticals need more testing than they can presently do as two hungover guys debating the potential destabilizing effect of Inumuta not paying for a back-up pair of glasses and an apple he ate once.

He shoves his hands into his pockets while his personal wind flares, giving a dramatic tousling of his hair before it settles again. ]

I'm going to need to eat if you really want to get into a debate on these kinds of theories.

[ Pointed eyebrow quirk. You getting up, Inumuta, or you planning to hang around in here? 'Cause he doesn't do breakfast in bed. In fact he's pretty much not super great at anything other than making edible things for the sake of consuming calories to burn. Ira's the real cook around here... he has presentation and the rest down to pat. ]

That's true- simply by being here, we are displacing matter from one universe to the next...

[He hadn't thought about that. So perhaps, conservation of matter is less of a rule and more of a suggestion? Who knows. See, this is why he's glad Iori is here. It's nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of. While hung over. Inumuta listens, of course, to everything Iori says. It's all entirely fascinating to think about... but Iori's certainly right about one thing.]

I should eat as well.

[Inumuta pushes himself up, eventually getting to his feet and shaking his head a little.]

I'm not quite sure why, but I think I want waffles.

[That would be because of you, man.]

[ Theoretically displacing matter. There's not a good way of testing that theory at present, when the back and forth is so arbitrarily controlled by the Porter and no further outside influence has been identified so far.

He sighs internally; it's another headache of a problem to deal with, but at least Inumuta's not chasing his own thoughts in circles anymore.

The comment on waffles gives him pause. Huh. So that's... not just in his head. It's kind of good to know that his ridiculous power situation comes with those kind of bizarre bonuses. He needs to figure out what the catalyst is to have better control over it. ]

Unless you have a waffle iron or waffles in the freezer, you're out of luck.

[ Implying he could make that work if either of the aforementioned were true, but honestly, batter is batter until you put it in the iron, and if it's frozen, all you need is a toaster or the microwave.

The whole waffle scent thing is not going to get better when Iori's leading the way back out the open door toward the kitchen. ]

[Once on his feet, Inumuta looks over to a small pile of clothes on the floor, nudges something with his foot, and then picks up a jacket to put on over his hoodie. And over there, wow look, a pair of slip on shoes! Perfect.]

...Do you really think I would make food myself? Or let you do it?

[He does that maybe... once or twice every two months. This is not one of those times.]

We're going out. There's a place that does breakfast as late as dinner nearby. Do you have your jacket nearby?

[ Donate seven thousand to a friend as an apology and support for a series of crashing vehicles and fair-time fun, propose to go out to eat the following day. There's a disconnect there that he doesn't so much linger over as cast a sidelong look back over his shoulder at Inumuta for. Then he shrugs, pulling his hands out of his pockets and rolling one wrist in general gesture, nothing that points. (That'd be rude.) ]

Out in the living room.

[ Where he still hopes he'll find his mask. He's not really in a mood to head outside without it, for various reasons that never seem to resolve into anything sensible to anyone but him. Regardless, he's already walking so most his answer comes out while he's going from the short hall back to where he'd passed out last night, over to where he'd draped the uniform he still frowns at when he sees. Talk about time displacement... how had the porter rejoined him with something that didn't actually exist anymore? Mysteries.

Still, in picking up and shaking out his coat, his mask does come tumbling out. Iori catches it and overbalances, sitting with a thwump on the couch. He blinks, head reeling. Eurgh... He works at pulling his mask on before bothering with trying to stand again and shrug into his coat. ]

[Inumuta's slow to join him in the living room, but eventually catches up, shuffling his feet along the way. Not even bothering to pick up his feet, this one. How lazy. Still, both of them are... well, at least Iori is somewhat dressed, despite his hair being kind of a mess. Inumuta's hair is somehow perfectly fine all of a sudden, despite the mess of clothes he's wearing. Together, they might make a fully functional person.

Heading for the door once he sees Iori with his jacket and mask on, he takes the opportunity to ask:]

Are you still that concerned about breathing in Life Fibers when there's so few around?

[That's what he assumes the continued mask-wearing is for.]

[ One fully functional person is all that's actually needed for the task at hand.

That task is breakfast.

This is a great and honorable task indeed. Though Iori glances at Inumuta, shoving his feet into his outside shoes. ]

Not particularly.

[ ... Thus offering zero explanation for why he's still wearing his mask. But he'll nonchalantly walk out the door, for once his whole wafting locks thing sort of making sense. There's a light breeze outside that catches him as he heads out.

The scent of waffles lingers. Screw you, waffles. ]

[...If the answer is "not particularly" then why...

You know what.

Nevermind.

It'd be like asking why he likes high collars. It's just a thing, apparently.]

Alright.

[And with both of their shoes on and heading out the door, they went and had those damn waffles, and all was right in the world.]

tfln: mom edition

i may mean worse-better (esp since it was not an intentional pairing)

im sure it wasnt. sure

i feel the burn of that suspicion all the way over here

good, feel the burn. also we should make this thread canon.

hahaha yes, we can port it over and figure out a timeline (maybe post swearing ins)

yes

/thumbs up

i didnt forget about this ok!!

shhh i believe you

and then i DECIDED IT'S 3AM, IM ENDING THIS THREAD