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[propulsion]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Tony Stark
RECIPIENT: All
NOTES: You can find the record being referred to here as a spreadsheet. Feel free to update your character's info if needed and if they would, but leave the structural integrity and data-synthesising to K2's capable paws.

You know what's fun? Paperwork. I for one think we could use more of it, and I'm extremely so excited to announce that an officially maintained list of rifters will be kept by the Research division going forwards. We are, after all, Riftwatch, not Riftwhat?

Anyway.

Enchanter Doctor Isaac has kindly volunteered to keep an accurate record, and I encourage all rifters to check in and update any information that might not be accurate, like your species, whether you have magical ability, or if you're a scientist. I guess.

I'm also collecting data on where your rift spat you out, location-wise. We're working on an early warning detection system for rifter emergence events, and the map we have is incomplete. So help us make it not incomplete, like a bro would.

In the spirit of transparency, please don't use this record for any secret reasons. Bye.

Comments

[propulsion]

May need to doublecheck with Isaac about that. I think it's anyone he feels threatened by, probably in a handsome way.

[innerharbor]

Who's Isaac and why's he get to decide?

[propulsion]

Uhhh member of the Research division, previously infirmary staff, draws neat lines, listened to me back before I got a promotion about stuff vis-à-vis soap.

And he's not deciding anything. It's for self-declared scientists, just like back home.

[innerharbor]

Cool. I'm a scientist now.

[propulsion]

Yeah you are.

[innerharbor]

Hey, you got anything I could be working on? I'm not so great with the lyrium shit yet, but I'm getting real good at fucking carpentry.

[propulsion]

And metal work? We could probably use a better class of tools, machinery. I got a couple of things I scrapped together, but.

[innerharbor]

Smithing's a little harder, but I'll get it soon. Not like I got much else to do.

You got anything in mind?

[propulsion]

Out of wood?

[ A thoughtful pause, looking around the office. Then; ]

You ever meet a typewriter in space?

[innerharbor]

[Amos snorts at the joke, because of course he does. It's funny.]

We got hand terminals. I seen typewriters in period pieces.

[They were fucking boring, but...]

Bet I could make one.

[youwonscience]

If you're a scientist now, you get a science badge. That's the rule.

[innerharbor]

Are you shitting me? You're shitting me.

[youwonscience]

Bad taste to show off your science badge to nonscientists, so you've probably never seen one before. No one wants to be that asshole, you know?

[innerharbor]

[Perfectly placidly:] I could be that asshole.

[youwonscience]

Well, in Thedas no one will bitch about your bad behavior in the gossip column of Scientific American, so. Gotta follow your own conscience, man.

[innerharbor]

Yeah, nobody gives a shit in the Belt, either. I just want a badge.

[Like, if it's an option.]

[rezni]

As a potential scientist, I'd like to know—what color is the badge?

[youwonscience]

Oh, that depends on your specialty. Different colors for different fields.

[rezni]

Suppose a particular, extremely talented individual specialized in several fields? Are we limited to one badge, or are we allowed more than one?

[youwonscience]

Rainbow badges for multi-disciplinarians. Obviously.

[acreage]

You're literally a rocket scientist.

[innerharbor]

What the fuck?

[acreage]

You don't have to decide to be a scientist, because that was actually your job on the Roci.

[innerharbor]

The Boss does the science. I'm a mechanic.

[acreage]

Naomi handles a lot of the big picture stuff. That doesn't make what you do not science. I couldn't do either of your jobs.