| Owner | Pose |
|---|---|
| Jane Foster | <Can you bring a big bowl of pasta? Something tasty?> That Jane does not actually benefit from carbs doesn't matter. Food is entirely for pleasure and experience, one she will not forego despite the unchanging state of her body. Working hard overnight on tasks split between WAND duties and astrophysics leaves her with an appetite. Partly because she assumes she will be hungry and therefore is, proof of mind over matter every time. The Hayden Planetarium isn't a place that has many spy activities, and sticking a sign like 'closed for maintenance' mid-morning gives her some privacy. The slated shows won't begin until 2. She can push that out further, but the knot of offices behind the famed theatre remain quiet all the same. Giving everyone a day off from their desk jobs while she works on number crunching research is just a boon. It's not Washington Square Park or that pretty spot out of town covered in red and gold leaves. The reservation on said rental is already in, though she sits cross-legged on her couch and waits over a cup of coffee. "You know," she tells the bracelet on her wrist. "I'm not sure I ever have expressed my thanks. But thank you. For everything." |
| Blackagar Boltagon | A quiet planetarium was a good reprieve from other locations that allowed Blackagar to get caught up on some of his own work and affairs, pulling out a tablet device and settling in at a nearby desk across the way for his own work. It may be an unusual sight to some, him reading over the tablet with a notepad and pen in hand jotting script in the Inhuman language while working through the tasks he does. A breaks from the work was on its way, perhaps anticipated by Jane as she asks for pasta. A glance is given towards her, followed by a contemplative expression before he nods, <<I'll put in an order for the bolognese we enjoy with the herbed bread.>> He even begins doing such before the words that she follows up with catching him by surprise. <<Thanks? For what?>> He does not sound put off by the statement, only uncertain about what she could be referring to in particular. |
| Jane Foster | The fact the American Natural History Museum thrums with huge crowds at any given day of the week has little impact on Jane's neck of the woods. Sure, kids and tour groups wander through the halls to enjoy looks at rockets, satellites, and planets. They don't reach the planetarium where, on more than one occasion, she has caught up on her sleep. Not quite the same now, where the prospect of a big bowl of any sort of noodle warms the cockles of her heart. She glances up at Blackagar and breaks into a brief, sheepish grin. Her hair falls over her face, pushed aside. <<Uh, her.>> A little wiggle of her other arm pulls back the sleeve enough to barely distinguish the unremarkable bracelet. It's the sort of thing a teenager could wear and go unnoticed by. <<I couldn't honestly remember if I ever expressed that, considering all things. It's long overdue.>> Two fingers stroke the slender golden chain, and then she slides down the couch slightly. <<You also deserve thanks for spending the day with me, ordering food, looking so comfortable and intent on whatever you're working on. Why would I not feel gratitude for that?>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | That look of confusion remains, <<Her?>> Blackagar asks back before working through a bit of what she is implying. Does he blush? Oh ever so slightly. <<Well, /you/ get my full attention whenever it is possible, so while the appreciation is... appreciated, it is also unnecessary. But you are welcome.>> Amusement through the whole thing fills the lines. <<Getting to spend the day is wonderful, a well wanted break from other tasks. As is the food and I cannot take credit for looking comfortable or intent. Simply attempting to locate a suitable power source for certain tasks.>> |
| Jane Foster | <<Undrjarn.>> The way she pronounces the name almost lays bare the close connection linguistically to the first syllable. Her hand drops back to her lap, and she picks up her stylus again to prod at her notes. <<The bracelet is sentient, and identifies as female, so 'she' it is. I realized something unusual the other day, though I'm not sure why it never dawned on me before. Possibly because I am not a linguist.>> Jane slides the pen along, jotting things down, though seeing Blackagar blush is enough not to bother seeing what she writes. Her smile widens. <<On the surface of it, she's simply 'wonder tool' or 'wonder iron.' That last bit, -jarn, is the tricky bit. It has an older meaning, one that goes back to the most distant roots of Aesir. The truest, basic translation is wonder or miracle blood. Interesting, isn't it?>> Casual like they are, nothing quite so serious. The inquiry about power sources warrants a raise of her eyebrow. <<How significant do you need? Are you talking a supply of uranium, the arc reactor? Harnessing Jovian storms, the sun? The stone that Jemma found? Mjolnir?>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | Blackagar is silent for a moment as he contemplates then turns his paper around so Jane can see it, she's an astrophysicist, she can see the math. Did she know he was capable of such himself? Granted, aided with the scientific minds of Attilan. Despite his somewhat traveled disposition by now she knows her partner's mind. He lets her read over the notes as he responds, <<Blood of wonders, Blood of Miracles. It would imply a deeper connection to an individual than just a tool. One does not bond with a hammer after all.>> He let her read the note before it gets to the bottom, the summation. <<As you can see, the amount of power needed would be equivalent to punching a hole through space-time fabric. Which is essentially the theory. An energy discharge, at a specific frequency, is powerful enough to realign your space-time dissonance.>> The final value? <<The number I keep coming to is around 3.3 Yottajoules.>> Or the Sun's energy in a day. He says it casually, it is far from a casual number. |
| Jane Foster | The king of a lunar-dwelling society having some comprehension of physics and quantum engineering in no way surprises Jane. She's had a years-long correspondence with Wakandan scientists. Attilan seen in the flesh instills certain accepted tent poles in a theory on the Inhuman people. Consequently, Blackagar will not find her jaw bouncing off to the door. She resists the urge to immediately start measuring the finer points, or to note anything more than, "Ah!" An expression of interest, one step reserved from the "Ooh" one gets with a particularly tasty pie or a hell of a home run. (Baseball, pff. Boring.) <<A weapon of such magnitude is never a tool, as you know.>> Undrjarn may not walk around with two legs and two arms, but they share a sentience, a purpose, and goals of their own. Midnight King or cosmic storm masquerading as jewelry, the premise is the same. <<Tell that to the Thunderer. Every hammer, a friend.>> Composing a quick message to security about possible pasta deliveries, she drops the tablet -- hers -- to the side. <<A hole that does not disrupt the fabric itself.>> Somewhere in the Triskelion, she has devices that pinprick or rip the fabric, but not with the elegance of this proposal. Her hand rests under her chin, and she skims a finger slowly above the glass, examining the measurements and the parameters in a secret language of cosmologists. <<Quantum measurements have always been more a Pym thing, especially when they can go into their miniature universe. Nadia and Hank both excel at the math, but I wouldn't trust him further than he can throw himself.>> She passes over one line and returns. <<What location do you plan to perform this at? That will have an effect on your energy needs. I can help you calibrate it on that front. Would that I could just hold space open for you, but there's a rather high chance of missing, evaporating me, or the prospect of bringing my other self into the body that wasn't meant to contain it. That might not be good.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<Due to the potential complications of such an energy output, the location is... up in the air in some regards.>> Blackbolt would sigh if he could, but he doesn't for sake of the surrounding tri-state area. <<First, finding the energy source if not generating it is the issue. Then, containing such in a way that would allow it to be utilized effectively. Third, do so in a location so as to not risk catastrophe if something goes awry.>> It is clear he has put thought into this. <<That being said, my initial instinct is Europa or Io. A place that is geologically stable, uninhabited, and far enough away that any incident should not cause a substantial backlash. Because of such, I have authorized the construction of a portable space that can be deployed to either.>> |
| Jane Foster | Jane pulls over her tablet, bringing up a fresh tab so that she doesn't distract from Blackagar's work. The stylus tapped against the side leaves a splotch, and then she starts writing a measured run of numbers and symbols. "Gravitational distortion," she speaks, mostly because she needs to hear her own thoughts aloud working through the possibilities, "on space is most significant near larger objects. This works to our advantage in certain scenarios, if we want space to be deformed, and less helpful if you want a baseline closer to the interstellar medium. You can simplify your equations by going outside of Earth's influence, moreover still if you leave the Sun's vicinity. Of course, that means going out into open space where you're floating around in the cold." Slight habitability issues there, unless one is like him or Carol Danvers. She sketches out further details, performing a calculation with the help of a scientific calculator. <<However, you could take advantage of a solar or Jovian gravity well to create a microfold and tear through it. I've compensated for this building Einstein-Rosen bridges. Foster bridges, actually, but...>> Her throat is cleared mentally, a ridiculous notion considering her mental voice isn't stifled. She pauses, rubbing the back of her neck. <<Io is extremely close to Jupiter, and the radiation there will add additional hazards. Could you actually affect Jupiter?>> Murdering a gas giant is one thing. Murdering that gas giant, on the other hand, gives cause for consideration. <<We found a decrepit Badoon ship there last year. It was in a stable resonance with Europa, actually. For a platform, Europa's the safer of the two locations. Io, however, is continually chaotic and resurfaced. If you want all traces of your people vanished, Io removes it within a month and less if you have an active volcano or vent belching out lava. It's deeper in the gravity well so you'd need... well, the numbers have less zeroes. We're operating well below the sun's energy. Possibly the amount of energy Jupiter puts off daily. I'm still working these details.>> She sighs and grins, haphazard. <<It's just so much easier for me to tear a hole open in space by sheer will.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<All valid points. Bear in mind as well the energy estimate is just that. I personally am of the belief it may need to be closer to the 32 or even 34th power.>> Blackagar looks over at Jane, a bit of concern in those blue eyes. A serious expression. <<Which means a break of containment of the energy would be enough to displace the energy-mass of Earth itself. Hence, the danger of doing this in any sort of proximity. Even Jupiter, in mind, is a bit close but I cannot fathom a location that is stable enough for this process and by using the localized gravity we are able to reduce the power by several exponents. That is the speculation at least of the scientists; which I am glad to hear you agree with.>> Yes, Blackagar understands the numbers. But still it is not his strength. <<I was hoping that you, and perhaps Jemma or Fitz could give the numbers a look as well. I trust my people on Attilan. I also trust that they will tell me what they hope I want to hear at times. Despite promoting honesty... people are who they are when it comes to positions of leadership.>> Reaching out, he gently takes her hand, <<Which also leads us to the large problem. Unless we know where a supernova is occurring... how are we to generate this energy?>> |
| Jane Foster | <<Inside the solar system? There isn't anywhere safe, love. A margin of error will have issues. If you destabilize Jupiter, then we're within range of losing the cohesion in the asteroid belt and those fall inward, given the Sun sits at the centre. Going out past Neptune into the Oort Cloud has probability of destabilizing dwarf planets, but then you don't get the upward gravity well effect. In an ideal exo-solar scenario, you want a rogue planet or a brown dwarf star or smaller. A rogue planet as no star to worry about, and its destruction would not fundamentally imperil any civilization.>> Mostly. The concept of speaking about destroying planets doesn't entirely sit well with her, a chord plucked that earns a troubled arc of a frown in the meantime. <<I don't know any other way around this. I will punctuate the point: you do not /have/ to do this. We can look for other alternatives. The harmonic resonancing is one solution, not the only one. I'm not asking anyone to put themselves at risk or stretching the known universe to this degree.>> Her gaze dims, eyes shut at his question about energy. She might just slap her forehead if she were anyone else. <<What produces boundless amounts of terrible energy? A quasar. Go stand in front of a jet, done. Markarian 231. 600 million light years away. Active galactic nuclei are another, but we're still looking at millions of light years. Closer at hand, we can't predict if IK Pegasi is about to blow off. At least with the other alternatives, they're already producing broadband energy.>> It's all a bit much, and she sets the pen down. <<Or I drag you into another realm, an entirely self-serving prospect, given I need to harness the energies of a star or commensurate madness. Undrjarn herself is... not... small. She could do it, but once she goes, I presumably start descending immediately.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<This is why we will make sure things are done safely, and if it does not look like it will be successful, or if we are losing control of the situation, abort.>> Blackagar reaffirms to her, smiling. <<You know I would not risk others in this endeavor.>> There is a few moments where he looks thoughtful then he reassures again, <<Perhaps the best route is for you to focus on the calculations. I will find the energy source and location. Then when we have that arranged; we attempt. I trust your friends to try their best to make it work but also to pull the plug, as it were, if things look to be going wrong.>> |
| Jane Foster | Jane stares at her toes, since they happen to be there. <<Love, I still feel this is horrendously selfish to even ask. If you have to put yourself at risk, it's a bridge too far. Obviously you make your own decisions, though I will put it out there. I do not want to risk anyone. I'd sooner ask Odin.>> Except she hasn't. For reasons entirely unclear, ones that haunt her sometimes in the middle of the night. What if Odin doesn't know, what if he doesn't care? Why should he? Frigga, at least, might be trusted but possibly unable to bring the summary strength to bear to piece two things together. Refugee of the Underworld, split in twain. The notion is enough to make her sigh, and then pick up the tablet. <<Energy sources are easier. At the rate we go, someone has left a gem around that can warp all of reality. If that organization who snagged me is to be believed.>> The vague arc of a smirk isn't ever going to warm her eyes. <<I have some bauble they said worked in another universe.>> |